Author's Note-
Hello everyone! So this is the first fanfiction i'm writing that I have actually published. I've been working on it since June, and I finally got around to posting it :)
I don't find this story to be M rated, so I chose T. But as a fair warning, there will be some cursing, sensuality, and HINTED at adult themes, including alcohol, sex, and partying. (I mean, they're in high school, not preschool. Stuffs gonna happen, am I right? BUT! If anyone feels otherwise- that I should bump the rating up, then I certainly will. Whatever makes everyone comfortable.)
Other than that, please enjoy :) also, review! please please please review please.
Prologue: Welcome Home
Loki stepped out of the car once it pulled into the driveway, the moving truck close behind. He scowled up at the house he now had to live in- the new life he had to start.
Granted, it was enormous. A house that loomed over them in glory, as if it were a palace meant to house a king. Leave it to his father to pick this one out, he thought bitterly, raising an eyebrow as he gazed over their new street.
It was lined with beautiful houses and green lawns, each having the window shutters and flower beds that one would think only existed in movies and shitty TV shows about happy and unrealistic families. The sky was cloudless and pale blue, the sun shining so bright it seemed obnoxious and mocking. He had to shield his eyes from it. Loki knew the entire town would be like this from when they had first entered it while driving.
Quaint.
"Excited, brother?" Loki heard the other car door open, and felt a strong hand clasp on his shoulder, shaking his very tall but slender form. He turned to see Thor, his older brother, grinning from ear to ear. "The neighborhood seems great."
"Yeah. Great." Loki repeated, suddenly having the desperate need for a cigarette. The box was in his back pocket, but neither Thor or his father, Odin, knew he smoked, and he intended to keep it that way.
"I feel things will be good here." Thor continued, moving across the long and winding driveway to the moving truck that had pulled in, already helping the movers carry boxes and various pieces of furniture into the house. Their mother and father- Odin and Frigga, stepped out of the car after speaking in quiet tones with each other.
"Loki, go help Thor with the boxes." Odin ordered, giving his younger son a look Loki noticed that he only used for him. It wasn't distaste or dislike- but it wasn't really kind and loving either. He had gotten used to it as the brothers had grown older into teenagers together. Frigga gave him a soft smile as she always did, but somehow the gesture didn't shake the feeling of failure and guilt that Odin's disapproving gaze produced. Frigga then walked inside the new home with Odin- most likely to sign the last of the paperwork.
Loki sighed, and turned to follow orders.
"Here, take this one."
Loki took the box Thor handed to him, noticing how it was considerably smaller than any of the other boxes. He felt that familiar pang of anger at the assumption that Thor always made- that he was not as strong as him. It seemed to be the only thing anyone ever thought of him.
Loki watched after Thor's hulking figure as he walked into the house, holding boxes of their possessions and belongings they took with them. His brother was a giant for a high school student- pretty much raw muscle and blonde hair. And yes, Loki wasn't exactly that, but he was still just as tall and almost as strong.
He gazed down at the only pair of shoes he owned- his black combat boots, held together by a couple pieces of duct tape, and his black denim clad legs, feeling the usual jealousy and bitterness that came with the daily judgements made about him. It was even worse knowing it would happen all over again at the the first day of his junior year tomorrow in a new school.
He forced himself to turn back to the moving truck. Looking at the numerous boxes, Loki grabbed two more, and huffed out a frustrated breath of air as he lugged them inside the palace of a house.
Loki did not notice the house across from his street, and the curtains slightly cracked open on a second level window once he made it inside. A pair of cunning blue eyes caught sight of the moving truck, and the different cars parked in the driveway. They missed Loki by only a moment.
Still, Natasha Romanoff was not stupid.
Her eyes narrowed in curiosity, inspecting the scene.
She had new neighbors.
