Tuesday, DAY 0

Loki peered around the corner of the locker section he was hiding behind, a gleeful smile on his face. Ever since moving here from Norway a month ago, Loki had been trying to make friends with his fellow students. About a week ago, after being rejected time and time again, he gave up on having friends and decided that the only way he was going to survive this school year was to amuse himself. Even if his amusement came at the expense of another. He had always been a talented prankster, but he had not had much of a chance to use his skills until now. Speaking of now...

The girl, Bela or something, was approaching her locker. She had plowed into him in the hallway yesterday, making him fall down and drop his books. He had been late to class because of her. His pranks were never anything mean or harmful, just a bit of fun that made him and others laugh.

Her fingers twisted the dial of her combination lock. Loki bit his lower lip in anticipation. the locker door opened - and there was a mild explosion. His expression of mirth froze then disappeared instantly when he heard her scream and watched her fall to the floor, her hand clutching her forehead. What? Where were the streamers that were supposed to fly out? He saw red seeping through the spaces between her fingers and he paled further.

Loki ran to where the junior was sitting, hands flailing and quivering as he tried to pressed his hand over hers as he looked up at the locker. The mechanism he had made was hanging oddly, the streamers still furled and ready to launch. His eyes scanned the ground and caught on a spatter of blood around a small pin. It must have been loose and flown out instead of triggering the streamers. He became aware he was babbling in a panicked voice.

"I'm sorry, I am so so sorry, I I didn't mean for you to get hurt, I never want anyone to get hurt, it was supposed to be funny, I'm so sorry, please forgive me," Loki felt tears forming in his eyes as he watched the girl cry in pain and felt the blood on his fingers. A glance around confirmed a crowd had gathered around them. He snapped at them in annoyance and worry, "Someone get Doctor Watson! She's bleeding!"

"I'm right here, stay calm. Excuse me, please move," came a calm voice from the other side of the ring of students. They parted and the sweater-clad school doctor walked through followed by one of the school's security officers. Doctor John Watson knelt on the other side of the girl from Loki, giving both of them a reassuring smile before turning to the man in uniform. "Lestrade, can you...?" he gestured to the other students craning their heads to get a better look.

The man nodded and turned to the kids, shooing them away. "Okay, kids, go to class, come on, off with you."

"I need to get to my locker-" one smart-aleck protested. Officer Lestrade gently pushed him away from the scene.

"You can get your stuff later, okay?"

While Lestrade cleared the area of on-lookers, John put on gloves and gently moved Loki and Bela's hands away from the wound, handing Loki a disinfectant wipe to wipe his hands with. Loki was shaking, though not as bad as Bela. John's voice was soothing, though, and calmed both of them. "There we go, let me see... Doesn't look too bad, just a scratch." He gently wiped away some of the blood to get a better look at it. "Yeah, not too serious, head wounds just bleed a lot. I'll still need you to come back to my office with me. Here, press this to the cut, Miss...?"

Bela sniffed and held the sterile gauze pad to her forehead. "Bela Talbot."

"Ok, Miss Talbot, can you stand on your own?" Bela nodded but John still helped her up. Lestrade called for a janitor in the background as John looked at Loki. "You're the new exchange student, correct?"

Loki nodded, his gaze going from Bela to John to his feet. He could feel his cheeks heating up. "Loki Solberg. I'm sorry. It was an accident..." his voice tapered off and he bit his lip again, this time to keep from crying. John gave him a sympathetic look.

"I'm sure it was," he said. "Could you follow me, please? You need to wash your hands, and Officer Lestrade and I would like to hear your side of the story."

Loki nodded and trudged after them, giving a guilty glance to his prank-turned-weapon. He washed his hands twice once they got in the doctor's office, hating the feeling of blood on his hands. John disinfected the cut and Loki felt another stab of guilt at Bela's pained cry. Once she was bandaged and cleaned, the teenagers went with the adults to Officer Lestrade's office. Loki sat out in the little waiting room in an uncomfortable plastic chair while Bela told them what she had experienced. Then it was Loki's turn.

He held his head high as he went into the office. It was a nice office, decorated with plants and some things of personal significance to the man behind the desk. Dr. Watson was sitting at the end of the desk, out of the way. There was a voice recorder set up to record the questions the officer would ask and Loki's answers. The Norwegian swallowed and sat down, clasping his hands together so they wouldn't shake. He had never gotten in trouble like this back home- in Norway, and here he was not two months in and already sitting in front of the security officer. The man with grey hair finished writing something down and looked at Loki. The teen tried not to squirm under his sharp eyes.

"Now," Lestrade began, his tone calm and non-accusing, "why don't we start with your name and where you were when the incident happened?"

"My name is Loki Solberg, "Loki was proud that his voice didn't shake, "and I was behind one of the other locker sections when Bela got hurt. It...it's my fault. I didn't mean to or want to hurt her though, please believe me!"

"I do," Lestrade replied, just as calm as before Loki's outburst. Loki's fingers loosened their grip slightly. "How was it your fault?"

"I set up this device in her locker," Loki confessed, looking away from the adults as his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed with embarrassment, "it was supposed to be a prank. It would shoot streamers out when she opened her locker, all at angles so that none hit her. But... I think the trigger pin came loose somehow. It flew out when she opened the door instead of releasing the streamers. I never wanted anyone to get hurt." His voice got softer and he hunched in his chair a little. "It was supposed to be funny. I'm really sorry. Is Bela going to be okay?" he directed that last question at Dr. Watson, who gave him a small smile and nodded. "Good."

Lestrade tapped his pen against the desk, bringing Loki's attention back to him. "So you broke into Bela's locker to set up this device? When?"

"This morning," Loki admitted sheepishly, the red burning on the crests of his ears. "It was stupid, I know."

"And against the rules," Lestrade stated. Loki flinched, waiting for his punishment. "Now, since this is your first time getting in trouble, I would normally let you off with a warning. However, accidental or not, a girl did get hurt because of your prank and you did break into her locker. For that, I'm sending you to one month of detention." He wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to Loki. His gaze turned sympathetic and kind. "You are a good student and a good kid, Loki. I trust I won't see you in here again."

"No, sir!" Loki breathed out a sigh of some relief, the knot loosening in his chest. He could handle detention, or so he hoped. It didn't sound too bad, anyway.

"And no more pranks, Loki."

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, you're free to go now. Do you need a pass to your next class?" Loki nodded and Lestrade filled out a slip for him. "Have a good rest of the day, Loki."

Loki stood and walked quickly out of the office, exhaling the rest of the breath he'd been holding. He was surprised to see Bela was still out in the waiting room. She seemed to have been waiting for him, though she kept a wary distance from him as she matched her step with his down the hall.

"You put that thing in my locker?" She asked, curious and a touch accusing.

"Yes. I'm sorry you got hurt."

Bela was quiet for a few moments then asked, "Were you the one that pranked Mrs. Wiler?"

Loki looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, cautious as he didn't know her intentions. "Yeees..." he replied hesitantly. She grinned.

"Cool. That was hilarious. Mrs. Wiler looked like she was ready to run screaming."

Loki let a small smile quirk his lips. "Yes, it was entertaining. Don't tell anyone it was me though, okay?"

Bela nodded and stopped. Loki finally noticed they were by the lockers again. The tile floor around her locker was shiny and smelled of the cheap disinfectant the janitors used. "Yeah, deal. Can you get this thing out of my locker, though?"

Loki nodded and pulled out a multitool he carried with him. He undid the clips and released the magnets that held it mostly in place. Bela muttered a distracted thank you and grabbed some books. Loki left and walked quickly to his next class, slipping in when the teacher had stopped talking. He gave him the excuse note and walked to his seat, feeling the stares of his classmates burn on him. The remainder of the day was a blur and Loki found himself looking at the paper that informed him of his detention period throughout the day. It started the next day.

*"(italics inside parenthesis)" is dialogue in Norwegian*

"(Detention?!)" Loki winced as his dad - well, his adoptive dad, - swore vehemently in Norwegian. "(What the devil did you do?)"

"(There was an accident with-)" Loki started to explain, but Odin held up his hand, his face angry and disgusted.

"(Nevermind, I don't care. This means you'll miss the bus home.)"

"(Yes,)" Loki replied quietly, clasping his hands together behind his back.

Odin huffed out an annoyed breath. "(See if Thor can pick you up when he gets done with work. It's your fault you're in trouble, so you must make arrangements. I don't care if you have to walk home.)"

Odin stormed out of the room, leaving Loki cringing into himself. A soft warm hand on his cheek made him look up into the kind face of his adoptive mother, Frigga. He gave her a tiny smile, but he could also see how disappointed she was. She left, following her husband. Loki's shoulders sagged and he went to find his "brother", Thor. The blonde had just gotten home from work and gave Loki a hug when the shorter male approached, ruffling his hair.

"(How is my little brother?)" he boomed cheerfully, hanging up his coat. Thor had a naturally loud voice, so even his quiet tones were like thunder. They spoke Norwegian at home as a force of habit, though they would speak English in public. Their parents -Thor's by birth- were not very fluent in English so they almost always spoke Norwegian. The Norwegian at home was something familiar Loki clung to in this unfamiliar land.

"(Not so good,)" Loki confessed, fixing the hair Thor had messed up, "(I got detention.)"

"(Oh no!)" At least Thor sounded properly dismayed. "(May I ask what happened?)"

"(I don't want to talk about it.)" Loki sighed, then looked at Thor. "(Could you give me a ride home after detention is done? I'll miss the bus.)"

"(Of course!)" Thor wrapped a thick arm around Loki's skinny shoulders. "(What day does it start, and what time does it end?)"

"(It starts tomorrow. It should be done by five.)"

Thor nodded. "(Very well, I shall inform my supervisor that I need to get off early-)"

"(No, don't do that because of me,)" Loki interrupted. "(I don't want to make you miss work for a month. I can just wait until you're done.)"

"(Are you sure?)"

"(Yeah, it's fine.)"

"(Very well.)" Thor gave his shoulders one last squeeze before backing off and sitting on the entryway bench to take off his boots. "(I will arrive to pick you up by six o'clock tomorrow.)"

"(Okay. Thanks, Thor.)" Thor beamed at him and Loki took his backpack up to his room to work on homework, both curious and dreading what detention would bring him.

"Alright, guys, don't forget we have a test on Thursday. Please study because your grades are a reflection on me and the last thing you should want is for me to look stupid because that's just inconsiderate of you. Right, so that's it, have a great rest of the day!" Ms. Noble dismissed the class and went to work cleaning off the whiteboard to prepare for next period. The students gathered up their things and filed out of the classroom, talking amongst themselves.

Lucifer put his pencil behind his ear, threw his math book into his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder. As he was about to leave, he heard Ms. Noble's voice behind him. "Oh, Lucifer, do you mind staying for a few minutes. I just want a quick word with you."

Lucifer hesitated in the doorway, then he rubbed his hands over his eyes and backpedaled a little to let other kids out of the class while he waited. She set the eraser down and beckoned him over to her desk where she sat down and motioned for him to do the same.

"So," she began, a smile on her face that masked the concern behind it, "how do you feel about Thursday's test?" Lucifer shrugged and looked at the ground.

"Listen, Lucifer. I'm just going to be straightforward about this because people have told me that subtlety is not my strong suit. If you don't pass this test, you won't pass this class, and if you fail my class you won't be able to graduate. Again. Lucifer, look at me." Lucifer slowly raised his eyes to meet her gaze and was surprised by the urgency it held. "I know you have the capability. You are a brilliant student but you don't try. I believe in you, all your other teachers believe in you, the only thing standing in your way is yourself." Lucifer scoffed, thinking back to all the times his older brothers Michael and Raphael had told him the exact opposite of what Ms. Noble was telling him now. "Oi! Don't sneer at me, young man. I know what you're thinking and it's not true. I had your brother in class several years ago and between you and I," she leaned forward a little and lowered her voice, "he's not exactly the brightest bulb in the lot." Lucifer laughed at that, feeling slightly more at ease. "Now, I want you to ignore all the stupid things anyone has ever said about you and focus on passing this test. I can tell you I'm not the only one routing for you, we all want you to succeed. Do you understand me?" Lucifer felt the corners of his mouth curving upward and he nodded. "Good, now get out of here." She shooed him out the door and turned to her paperwork.

Lucifer started walking down the hallway toward his locker, keeping to the walls and trying to avoid people as much as possible. This would be his fifth year here and he still drew strange looks from kids he had known for years. He used to wear as many long sleeve shirts as possible but they were hot and he eventually just convinced himself he didn't care what everyone else thought of him. The long burn scars on his forearms had faded a little with time, after all, the accident was close to eight years ago, but they were still visible. The cuts and burn marks on his face were less prominent, especially if he used make up but he had long ago given up on that as well.

Most of the kids in the school were courteous enough to at least try and disguise the fact that they were staring at him but every now and then he would still get a freshman to stop dead in their tracks and just gape open mouthed at him. Lucifer was tall anyway, and combined with his scars and his brooding expression, he was, admittedly, a rather intimidating sight to behold.

Today wasn't one of those days though, he made it through the school without attracting any unwarranted attention and it wasn't until he reached the hallway just before his locker that he encountered something out of the ordinary. There was a throng of students blockading the way and before he could elbow his way through he saw Doctor Watson and the school security officer ushering a bleeding girl in the direction of the offices followed closely by a dark-haired, scrawny boy muttering apologies as he went.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow but dismissed it as the crowd dispersed and he could get to his locker. A few units down, he spotted his sister, Anna, her bright red hair making her hard to miss. She was shrunk against her locker, curled in on herself as far as she could while some guy in a football jersey towered over her, one hand on her locker in a way he probably assumed was suave.

Lucifer clenched his jaw and approached the pair, picking up bits of their conversation as he got closer.

"Zach, please stop, I don't—" Anna was saying before she was interrupted by the boy.

"Come on, Anna, don't tell me you wouldn't enjoy it. Just one time and then—"

"Hey. Brady. Leave her alone," Lucifer said, stopping behind the jock and crossing his arms. Zach turned around, facing Lucifer. He may have had twenty pounds on him, but Lucifer was still taller and something about looking down on a guy was empowering.

"What did you say?" Zach crossed his arms, and assumed what Lucifer could only guess was supposed to be a tough-guy pose.

"I said 'leave her alone,' asshole."

"Oooh, that's what you said? See, I was giving you a chance to recount your statement."

"It's 'recant,' dipshit," Lucifer said, an incredulous look on his face as he watched the gears turn in Zach's mind.

"Yeah, well. It doesn't matter. What are you going to do about it?" He gestured at Lucifer to bring it on so Lucifer saw no reason to leave him disappointed. He nodded and looked to be deep in thought for a moment before swinging his fist and uppercutting Zach's jaw. He stumbled backward and looked at Lucifer in shock, cradling his face and spitting blood. He snarled and launched himself at Lucifer, knocking them both to the ground. The two boys tussled, swinging fists and slinging insults as they rolled over the hallway trying to gain the upperhand. Anna screamed at them to stop and looked worried as she pressed herself somehow further back into the lockers. The other students gathered around them, chanting "Fight! Fight!"

Officer Lestrade shoved his way back through the crowd, yelling above the ruckus for everybody to move out of his way. He made his way over to the scuffling boys, planted his heel on the tail of Zach's jersey and yanked Lucifer back by the collar of his shirt. He threw Lucifer off to the side while he hoisted Zach to his feet and stood in between them. The two boys gave each other dirty looks over Lestrade's shoulder, wiping blood from their faces and trying to fix their clothes.

"Alright! That's enough, you two! I've already had to deal with one mishap this morning so I'm already in a bad mood." He eyed them both but neither said anything. "Everyone else, get to class already, don't make me tell you twice. And as for you two, collect your things and follow me to my office."

Lucifer scowled and scooped his backpack up from where it had been discarded in the fight. He managed to catch Anna's eye before she turned the corner to go to her class. She mouthed "I'm sorry" and gave him an apologetic glance. He smiled faintly, and waved her off, turning on his heel to follow the officer back.

Lucifer waited in one of the chairs outside of Lestrade's office as the security guard talked with Zach alone. He tapped his feet and looked around the room, attempting to find something to distract himself while he waited. Eventually, Zach exited the office, holding an ice pack to his cheek and a pink slip in his hand. He glared scathingly at Lucifer before making his way back into the hallway and off to wherever his next destination was. Lestrade motioned for Lucifer to come inside. Lucifer picked up his backpack and migrated from one chair into another, plopping himself down with a despondent huff.

"So, mind telling me your half of the story? Zach gave me some pretty fabricated bull shit so I'm curious to know what actually happened," Lestrade said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap as he propped his feet up on his desk.

"He was messing with my sister so I was making sure he wasn't going to do it again."

Lestrade smiled and scratched his cheek, silent a moment before answering. "Here's the thing, Lucifer. I believe you. I do. And, to be honest, I probably would have done the same thing if I was in your position. But we still have rules, and regardless of whether or not your intentions were honorable and actions chivalrous, a fight is a fight and must be treated as such. But since, I happen to think that Zach is as big of a douchebag as you do and that he probably deserved every bruise you gave him, I'm gonna twist the facts in your favor a little. So, since you were, after all, only defending yourself, I'm giving you a month's detention, starting tomorrow. Deal?"

Lucifer tried not to laugh, barely suppressing a smile and nodded.

"Good," he handed Lucifer a slip of paper with the details of his sentence. "Now, be on your way." Lucifer thanked him and got up to leave. "One hell of a right swing, by the way." Lucifer glanced back at the officer, who was smiling.

"Thanks." He laughed to himself and made his way out of the office and on to class.

A/N: Hello everyone! It seems I am breaking new ground here, as I have not found any other Lokifer or LuLo shippers out there. I hope to find (or make perhaps?) some new shipmates, however even if you don't really think the pairing could work, please enjoy this story! It is co-written by myself and a friend, updates will happen every Thursday unless otherwise noted.

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There may be mature content later, which will not be posted here to comply with FF's guidelines. You will be able to find it, along with the complete story and assorted tidbits, on my Tumblr page. It is the same as my username, thegoodshiplulo.

Until next time, Lovies!

PS, we enjoy putting in a myriad of veiled fandom references, so if you think a line is a reference it probably is.

PPS, I don't pretend to be an expert on Norway. Everything I've learned is from the internet, so to any Norwegians out there, I am sorry if I get things wrong. If there is a major issue, please let me know.