Hey guys! So right now I am totally shipping Thor and Loki (Thorki for life) so I decided to write my own story about them. Yay! The whole plot line for this story is a bit different and I'm really looking forward to it. Here we go!

Loki stared blandly out the window of the Boeing 757 he was currently sitting in. To his right, an obnoxious girl named Darcy was repeatedly hitting his shoulder and telling him to stop being a pussy (and to turn the fuck around and talk to her). That obnoxious girl also happened to be his best – and only- friend.

"What the hell, Darcy." Loki hissed, rotating to face her. She had her long brown hair pulled up in a ponytail and was wearing a t-shirt and Hello Kitty sleep shorts.

"Well you weren't responding…" She snapped back. "So I had to try something to get your oh-so-precious attention. Listen this time! I said that a certain Thor Odinson is sitting two aisles ahead of us, in seat E23 to be precise."

Loki took a deep breath and tried very hard not to hit the girl next to him. "And why," He spat out. "Would I be interested in the location of that particular person?"

Darcy gave a lighthearted shrug. "Dunno. But he keeps looking back at you so I figured maybe you guys were planning on having sex in the airplane bathroom or something."

By now Loki's cheeks were flaming red and he didn't know how much more verbal abuse he could handle. "Really Darcy! As if I would ever engage in such a primitive act like sleeping with Thor Odinson." Loki turned back to the window, ignoring Darcy's huff of breath behind him.

Looking at the glass, Loki was able to catch a glimpse of his reflection. He had shoulder length black hair, piercing green eyes, and pale skin that never seemed to be able to tan. Loki always wondered what his mother looked like; the only relative he had ever met was his father, and he certainly hadn't enjoyed that particular experience. Growing up on his own had been mutually beneficial to himself and his father, Laufey. Laufey never had to deal with raising a child; he payed for Loki's bills and that was all. In return for never having to see that bastard's face, Loki grew up street smart and wise in a worldly sense. He figured out how to defend himself at a young age and quickly realized that relationships were too much input and gave output. Hence the fact that Darcy was his only friend. She had found him shop lifting from a local convenience store and promised not to snitch so long as Loki agreed to come hang out at her house. Soon he found himself dining at the Lewis household multiple times a week. Now, Darcy and Loki were on a school trip, headed to Costa Rica with fourteen other of their classmates.

The engines started on the plane, and it slowly made its way towards the runway.

"We're about to take off!" Darcy squealed in his ear, wrapping her arm around his. Loki tried to pry away from the unwanted contact but it was no use. When Darcy wanted something, she almost always got her way.

Finally, after what seemed like miles of runway (but was probably more like 100 feet) the plane started to takeoff, its front tires lifting into the air. Loki's stomach stirred at the sensation; this was his first time being on an airplane. After a few minutes of flying, the shock of being in the air wore off and Darcy was soon occupied by yapping at the person sitting in the chair to her left. Loki continued to gaze out the window, watching as the city of Miami faded more and more into the distance. When he no longer could see anything but clouds, Loki reclined his chair as far back as he could and fell into a restless sleep.

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"Loki!" An annoying voice hissed in his ear. "Hey you, the faggot in the green! WE'RE IN JAMAICA!" Loki slowly opened his eyes to find Darcy peering down at him, an excited expression on her face. He sat up from his seat and glanced around at his surroundings. He was on a plane with 300 other people who were all trying to squish out of the exit at the same time. This included several of his classmates: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts, and Bruce Banner (to name a few).

"Darcy, what time is it?" Loki mumbled, still half-asleep from his nap.

"Uhhh, I dunno. Around three in the morning I think. " Darcy, who had unbuckled her seatbelt as soon as the plane had touched the ground, quickly stood up and shoved the poor freshman, Steve Rogers, who was sitting beside her.

"Hurry up Steve!" She grumbled. "It's not every day we get to go to the Jamaican airport!" Steve rolled his eyes but complied with the girl's demanding requests. He reached up to one of the overhead compartments and easily swung down his carryon. Sometimes Loki swore he had super strength or something. Even as a freshman, Steve could easily out wrestle most of the people that went to their high school. Not Thor of course, that guy was ripped…

As soon as Steve was out of the way, Darcy rushed to get her bag and head for the exit, shoving and barging other passengers out of her path of destruction. That girl had some serious issues.

Loki took more time to get his bag, clearly not excited as some people were at three in the fucking morning. He strolled down the aisle, suitcase in tow, and as he walked out of the plane he was greeted by some way-to-happy-I'm-faking-it flight attendant who smiled at him and welcomed him to Jamaica. He restrained himself from cussing at her only because Mr. Nick Fury was standing a few feet in front of him. That guy gave Loki the creeps. The black-skinned-badass with an eye patch was one of the few people whom Loki actually respected in life.

"Good morning." Mr. Fury roughly greeted as Loki strolled past him. Loki nodded his head in response and went to find Darcy. After asking several of his tired classmates, he soon discovered that she had went to the girls' restroom, which had a mile long line coming out from its entrance. Loki scowled at the offending bathroom and went over to sit on a bench. He looked around and surveyed the scene.

There were hundreds of passengers from the flight milling around the airport, but Loki could easily pick out his classmates from the crowd. He saw Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff making out in an out-of-the-way corner, Tony Stark and Pepper Potts were having an intense conversation, and Jane Foster (that little freshman…) was trying desperately to capture Thor's attention. For some strange reason he couldn't fathom, this made a weird and unpleasant feeling blossom inside Loki's stomach. Strange.

"There you are!" A voice boomed in his ear. Loki wearily glanced over to find Darcy now sitting next to him on the bench. "I couldn't find you and I was worried you had been captured and held for ransom or something. Glad to see you're okay."

Loki rolled his eyes, not even bothering to reply to such a ridiculous statement.

Mr. Fury soon got all fourteen of his students wrangled together and headed to their next plane, which happened to be ten miles away at a boat dock. The plane they were taking from Jamaica to Costa Rica was actually just a little sea-plane that couldn't hold more than ten people. It was the only thing everyone's budget could afford.

They road to the boat dock on a public bus, which was quite the learning experience for everyone. No one felt like talking much, so they all awkwardly stared out of the windows and tried not to think about the flea-infested area around them. Loki in particular struggled, him being a clean-freak by nature. Even though he was a teenage boy living by himself in an apartment, he always made sure it was neat and tidy and most definitely pest free.

Finally they arrived at the dock and stumbled off the bus. Loki literally tripped over his luggage and was surprised when a pair of warm, strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist to keep him from breaking his nose. He turned around and found himself chest to chest with none other than Thor Odinson himself. Loki looked up at Thor's bright blue eyes, stammered out a thank you, and quickly removed himself from the oddly comforting grasp. He found Darcy and pulled on her arm, snapping her out of the trance she was in.

"Let's go." He said. "Heaven forbid Mr. Fury can't see well in the moonlight and leaves without us."

All the students shuffled over to the tiny plane, luggage in tow. The pilot was an extremely obese, middle-aged man who looked like he belonged on a couch watching Netflix, not flying them over the ocean.

"Hey there!" He called out in a gruff voice."Just put yer luggage inside and we'll be getting going soon." With these comforting words the pilot stumbled back into the cockpit and left the Americans to fend for themselves. Loki put his bags with the others and went up a short ladder into the plane. Inside, there were two rows of seats facing each other; five seats on each row.

"Looks like somebody's going to be getting a lap dance." Tony said, much to everyone's amusement. He cockily sauntered over to one of the seats and clipped in his seatbelt. "Yo, Steve!" He called out. "You look pretty small. Want to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience?"

When Steve realized what Tony was suggesting, his face turned bright red and he couldn't speak. Clint and Tony started laughing, and Clint shoved Steve over near Tony's seat.

"C'mere Captain." Tony taunted, pulling the poor boy onto his lap. Steve's face got even redder, if that was possible.

After the short spectacle, the rest of the students started finding seats (or partners to sit on). Darcy ended up sitting on Loki's lap and he decided he was definitely not looking forward to the next four hour flight.

Loki glanced around Darcy's body and noticed that Jane had ended up sitting on Thor. Through the darkness, he couldn't make out Thor's facial expressions but Loki was sure he was enjoying it. Most boys at their school would be. Again, that unpleasant feeling coiled around his insides, and Loki was beginning to wonder if he was starting to get sick or something.

"Alright people, listen up." A crackly voice said through a speaker near the entrance. "I'm yer captain, and my name's John. We'll be arriving at yer destination in approximately four hours. As fer safety instructions and whatnot; don't die" The short speech ended with the captain's cackly laugh echoing around the silent room. No one had anything to say after that.

They had only been on the plane an hour before Loki's legs fell asleep.

"You should really go on a diet." He hissed at Darcy. "I'm going to be riding in a wheelchair after this."

Darcy just laughed. "Oh, shut up. We can't all be anorexic faggots with daddy issues." Loki whacked her arm and she squealed in protest. "What?" She cried. "I'm just saying it how it is…"

She didn't finish her sentence. A giant clap of thunder sounded throughout the enclosed area, and more than one person screamed (and yes, a few of them were boys). Loki blearily peered through one of the few windows and saw a bright flash of lightning next to the plane. Thunder sounded almost immediately afterwards. The small plane started shaking up and down, the turbulence making Loki's stomach upset.

"It seems as if we've hit a bit o' stormy weather." The speaker said. "Just buckle in yer seats and remain calm. I've flown through storms before and I've never…" Another thunder clap sounded, drowning out whatever John was saying.

Loki felt a wave of anxiety wash through him. He knew turbulence was normal for flights (he had done extensive research before he even thought about stepping foot on a plane), but they were in the middle of the ocean. With a too-heavy plane and a retarded pilot. Loki didn't feel very comfortable with those odds.

BOOM. The loudest thunder clap yet was so powerful; it rocked the plane sideways just by its sheer magnitude. Rain was heavily pelting against the roof, and Loki saw flash after flash of lightning through the small window. Untill the window shattered.

Glass flew out onto many of the passengers and Loki felt a small shard graze his left cheek, surely leaving a cut. By now, most of the teenagers were screaming hysterically (including a certain Darcy) and Loki felt like his ear drums were going to combust. Rain poured in through the open hole and doused everyone with wet seawater. Wait a minute, Loki thought. Isn't rain fresh water…? He didn't have time to finish his thought. The plane collided into the ocean with a loud thud and soon water wasn't just coming in from the widow. It was everywhere, gushing through holes and dragging down the plane even more. Loki shoved Darcy from off his lap and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. The water quickly rose up so that it was waist high, and showed no signs of slowing down or stopping.

"Darcy!" He cried out, reaching for his best friend. They clasped hands amid the panicking students and sinking plane. Loki felt like he was going to throw up. Until the water came up to his chin, so he sucked in a big breath of air instead and hoped for the best. He swam (yes, fucking swam) up towards the broken window, towing Darcy along with him. They went through the hole, several of their classmates trailing behind. He swam in what direction he thought was up; amid the swirling water and plane wreckage it was kind of hard to tell which direction was up or down. Feeling his lungs quickly depleting of oxygen, Loki furiously paddled and pushed until finally he reached the surface.

As soon as his head was above water he started gasping for air, pulling in the precious oxygen that he loved so much. Darcy soon appeared at his side, her hair out of its ponytail and wet and tangled from the rolling waves. And speaking of waves…

"Look out!" Loki shouted, shoving his head back underwater as a huge wave pummeled over him. It pushed his body around but he finally managed to surface again. When he came up though, Darcy was nowhere to be seen.

"Darcy!" He cried out over the thunder, rain streaming down his face. But it was no use. Through all the crashing waves and lightning, his voice was to easily drowned out.

Something floated over to him and Loki quickly realized it was a suitcase. Grabbing on for dear life, he floated on the piece of luggage through wave after waved until finally, his body had had too much and he faded into darkness.

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