"Probably not, but the one on my balcony's stone."

Out to her balcony. Nobody continues to listen. Loki sits and plants her elbow.

Lúthien does too, delightedly.

"On three. One, two, three." And Loki claps her hand forward.

They are evenly matched enough that for a few seconds nothing happens, and Lúthien gasps with delight.

Loki giggles. "Thor always beats me."

"Could you win with magic, if that was allowed?"

"I don't have magic that does that. I mean, maybe if distracting you counted, otherwise no."

"So you're innately this much stronger than Quendi? Perhaps that's why Asgard likes fighting so much, you must be excellent at it."

"It certainly doesn't hurt."

"I wish I had a sister."

"Well, some people who have them wish they didn't. It took me a while to grow into an appreciation for mine."

A frown. Her arm is wobbling. "Do you think she'd hate me if I were better than her at the things our people care about?"

"I never hated Thor, and that wasn't why I found her difficult; she teased me, when I fell. Anyway, sisters in general are all different."

"Well I wouldn't do that. I just want someone who I can smile at, occasionally, and know that they know exactly what I'm feeling because they have all the same pressures and limitations."

"Then you'd have to hope for one who did have those. A sister might not be very much like you at all. Perhaps she'd develop her magic to sneak out and be very irresponsible, or she'd elope with some boy, or she'd strike your parents as even less capable and be penned up tighter than you are."

A laugh. "How could they pen me up tighter?"

"Well, you don't seem to be constantly supervised, for instance, or someone would see that we are arm wrestling, as opposed to needing to hear it."

"Well, no, they don't assign guards to watch me try on clothes. Because anything that could possibly hurt me is hundreds of miles away."

"And if you were a very different person then hundreds of miles might be less of a factor or you might be inclined to stir up trouble among the citizens or you would cook up a plan to invite giant spiders in so their silk was nearer to hand."

She giggles delightedly. "I wish I were at least the kind of person who'd think of those things."

"I don't do most of the silly things I think up, but I do think of them."

"What's the silliest thing you've been tempted to do since you came here?"

"Besides fly to Valinor and yell a lot, or does that count as 'silly'?"

"That counts, but I already knew about it."