Vol 1 Asgard Chapter 3: Whisper of order and a letter
Loki lightly moves his index finger along the many books that are lined up neatly on his shelf. He hums to himself thinking of the day to come. “Warrior training” he muttered to himself in slight annoyance. Loki thought, should I rearrange my books by category instead of alphabetically? He concluded that he should keep it alphabetically. Loki's eyes fixed on a book “Ahh this one” The title of the book was a Golden embroidery saying veil of mystery. He has enjoyed reading this book many times before about small poems on Asgardening Magic. The moment of pure blissfulness was suddenly destroyed at the moment when Thor came running in like a hurricane yelling furiously “Where is my hammer” he said shortly. Loki cast an uncouth glare, back at Thor as well he was rather mad that his reading was interrupted. Thor, I have no clue where your hammer is, also we all know that I am not worthy of said hammer. Loki recalled back as a child he had tried many times before, and mojnor would never even budge for him. No matter what schemes or tricks he tried the hammer would never move in the slights. While Thor could lift it with no effect at all. A sudden sick feeling fell upon Loki making his stomach ache, his eyes began to water a little as he longed to be worthy as his bother. Thor shakes Loki aggressively snapping him back into reality. Thor handed him a crumpled piece of paper with rather messy handwriting, appalling grammar and spelling. he quickly read the note as his eyes kept twitching in announce.
Me Thym has obtained hammer, to get hammer thor must give Thym ancient casket or no hammer, me in a dwarf realm dude to banishment
Loki looked at Thor insistently you think I would write this garbage, as well its terrible abortion of words that make my eyes hurt looking at it? He tried not to roll his eyes to the back of his head as he angrily replied “No it wasn't me “
“Well” Thor replied curiously” this sort of stuff is normally your kinda type of hijinks”