Loki glowered at the neat, pressed uniform hung upon his dresser. Summer had passed far too quickly for his liking, and now the commencement of his fourth year of torment at that pathetic excuse for a high school was only twelve hours away. Loki had spent the summer the way he always did, trying to devour as many books as possible whilst ignoring everyone else alive. His parents tried to divert his attention from time to time, but Loki had learnt how to avoid them, too. It wasn't so difficult. The little time they had away from their jobs wasn't often reserved for family bonding, more likely soothing trips to the Maldives. However, they had reserved a table at one of Loki's favourite restaurants for his final night of freedom, so Loki was feeling quite generous toward them; charmed Farbauti until she revealed a rare smile, listened to Laufey's ranting over his co-workers. Things were going smoothly until dessert, wherein Laufey proceeded to lecture him in all the ways Loki was not the son he wanted. Loki lost his appetite after that, which was a shame, as it was one of the most delicious chocolate mousses he'd ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Upon realising scowling at his uniform was not going to make tomorrow any less inevitable, Loki's eyes strayed to the pile of textbooks sitting atop his desk. Flipping one open to French verbs, Loki skimmed through, bored. He knew this already, for fuck's sake. Loki found it laughable how, although he had been moved up a year, he could still run circles round his classmates. Brainless, the lot of them.
Still, the more obtuse they were, the more easily they fell for Loki's tricks, and Loki had built quite the reputation for himself. He was no longer hounded in the corridors, for the dogs knew his name, and he'd take theirs, if necessary.
Loki let a slow smile sneak over his face. Perhaps tomorrow wouldn't be so bad after all.