Uh well this is my first fanfiction posted on here, not to mention my first Avengers fic /
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"Loki, how many times have we told you to take your grades seriously?" Frigga asked with concern lacing her voice. I stayed silent, knowing a response would just get Father worked up enough to speak. My mother sighed in frustration, running thin fingers through her hair. "You need to start doing your homework. I know you are smart enough to make the grades!" I just nodded accordingly as she spoke. I, sadly enough, have gotten completely used to having this conversation with at least one of my parents, sometimes even with Thor. Then again I tutor Thor, not to mention he does his homework, and he still gets barely higher grades then mine.
The look my father gave was that of disappointment, basically telling me I better get my act together so my mother could stop stressing over such trivial matters. Sometimes I even think doing my homework more often is worth it, but then I remember how if I did do my homework then I wouldn't be able to tutor Thor as often and he'd begin to fail his classes; neither father nor mother would be too happy if Thor failed while I succeeded, especially father.
My father's voice broke me out of my thoughts, "Loki, are you even listening to your mother?" He asked. I glared. "Yes father, I'm still listening for whatever reason. I mean we do have this conversation at least once a week." I replied letting my agitation get the better of me. My father's glare turned from disappointment to that of anger. "You better watch your tongue, boy." Boy. He doesn't even bother to call me son, I'm just boy. No wonder Thor thinks I may be adopted.
"I'll watch my tongue when speaking to mother, but not with you." I replied with anger, stepping towards my father, glaring daggers into his eyes. His glare wavered, but barely, before he took a step toward me as well. I refused to lower my gaze as Frigga stepped between us, pushing us apart with gentle hands. "Will you two just stop?" She pleaded. "I'm going to go tutor Thor." I replied with a dash of venom ringing in my voice. My father just continued to glare whereas my mother looked apologetic and sad; I looked at her reassuringly before I took my leave to my elder brother's room.
His door was wide open, so I knocked lightly on the wooden frame before entering. He was sitting at his desk in front of the window, which stood beside his bed. "Is it alright if I help you study or something?" I asked politely before stepping into his room. He gave a curt nod and turned back to his work. "I heard the argument about your school work." He said as I sat at the edge of the bed.
I shrugged. "It's kind of hard to not hear with your door open and all." I said, "I bet you get just as tired of them lecturing me as I do." He nodded slightly. "If you just did your homework, or at the very least tried on your tests and such, then maybe they would start lecturing you four times a month instead of four times a week." He said jokingly. I chuckled, "Yeah right, they'd probably still lecture just as much for the hell of it." Thor laughed as well.
"Might as well get to work here huh?" He asked. I nodded. "What do you need help with?" I asked. He smiled. "Everything." I rolled my eyes, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes well that's a given. Be slightly more specific." I responded. His smile didn't fade as he explained the problems he was having trouble with.
After we finished his homework we goofed off for most of the night, watching bootleg movies his friends gave him and eating our healthy diet of mostly junk food. This was one of those days where Thor and I got along incredibly well; hopefully the rest of the week would be similar.
The word document said this was exactly 666 words, made my day. (Psh I only obsess over the number 666/aka the "Devil's number" or whatever)
I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this story. It just kinda came to me right before I was going to sleep several days ago and refused to leave my head till I typed this up. I have a basic outline (By basic I mean I have a whole half a sentence of story worked out. So much plot it hurts, I know) I'm pretty sure this is going to end up FrostIron in some way or form (Just friendship or something more? I'm not entirely sure yet, I might let you guys decide eventually~)
I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors, I only re-read the story three times and instead of working on editing I was thinking of what to write for the next chapter (Which will probably be just a tad longer, maybe, possibly, probably not.)
Reviews are very much appreciated, I would enjoy knowing your thoughts on what I have so far. You don't have to review if you don't want too, or if you just happen to be too lazy ;3