A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic, so go easy on me :). This is Avengers based, and the title is the name of a poem by Walt Whitman. This is kinda a mild prologue to the actual story, but I'll post the next chapter tomorrow. Hope you like it, and please leave comments!
"Oh, and on Saturday, Lady Jane and I went to that place that they show movies, what do they call it? A cinema. And after that-"
"Thor, I do not wish to hear of your petty excursions with your maiden," Loki snarled, pink lips curling into a sneer. How very irritating that oaf could be. Loki turned back to the window, watching the snow-covered trees rush by in blurs of color, whipping by like willows in a rainstorm. It was just after a weekend visit to their parents' house for Christmas break, and they were returning to Marvel University, where they were both Sophomores. Loki lay his cheek against the icy cold of the window, feeling it seep into him. He closed his eyes, listening to the gentle silence, when the car veered sharply left. Loki's eyes shot open, and he gasped at how reckless Thor was being. Thor was holding onto the steering wheel with one finger while his foot dug into the accelerator, and his bearlike hands dug through the duffle bag sitting in the back seat.
"Thor! Slow down, look out for that tree!" Loki yelled as Thor produced his phone. Thor looked up just in time to see the front of the car crumple on impact with the tree. Loki lurched violently sideways, head cracking as his head collided with the window, and everything went black.