Loki:
"Brother! What is the meaning of this?!" Thor bellows, covered in red paint. Steve Rogers is standing next to him, with a noticeable lack of red and blue paint on his clothes. Oh well, Loki is glad that his prank was successful at least on his brother. He played a prank on the entire football team by breaking into their lockers and putting paint in it in a way so whoever opened it would be spattered with the paint of his choice. He put red and blue paint in Rogers' locker but apparently he dodged it in time. How inconsiderate. I paid six dollars for those cans of paint. The other team members are nowhere in sight (most likely because they'd spontaneously combust if they'd enter a non-mandatory math class) so he doesn't know if the prank worked on the others. Now that Loki thinks about it, the only reason Thor was in this class because of their father's insistence. Rogers is only here because he's stupidly determined when it comes to academics.
"The color suits you," Loki smugly says. The team is annoying him as of late due to their obnoxious teasing and exploits. Also, he was getting bored and pranks dispelled his boredom. The minute bell chimes which causes him to inwardly smile because Thor is going to have to go all day with paint covered clothes. Even though Principal Fury will probably call him in by 3rd period, it'll be worth it.
"Did you do this?" Rogers asks, slamming his palms on the desk. Loki frowns at the captain's anger.
"Contrary to popular opinion, my life doesn't revolve around my brother and his friends," he dryly responds. Rogers half looks like he's about to question Loki's morals and challenge him to a dual but he gets interrupted by a lazy, mocking voice.
Tony:
The guidance counselor, Phil Coulson, leads Tony to his first period class, which is Trigonometry. Public school is intriguing but he'll probably get sick of it within a week.
"This is your class Mr. Stark," the counselor says, gesturing to a brown door.
"Mr. Stark is my dad, call me Tony," he responds while rolling her eyes.
"Have a nice day Mr. Stark," he says, walking off.
"Whatever you say, Phil," he snaps and the counselor sighs a little bit before walking away. The thought of skipping school crosses his mind. This process moving schools is tiring and annoying.
He sighs.
His father would be furious if he skipped school. Any other time he would jump at the chance to make his father angry but Tony figures he'll just grit it through this time. He turns the knob to the door and thinks, No time as cruel as the present. He throws open the door in a normal, egocentric, Tony fashion. The beige classroom has no less than ten people in it and has mousy teacher wearing a lab coat standing in the front. Tony saunters up to the teacher and gets a closer look at him. The teacher looks young, probably a student teacher. The eyes behind the man's glasses are intently focused on the mess of papers on his equally messy desk. His shaggy hair forms a curtain over his one of his eyes. The tag on his collar says "Hank McCoy". Tony coughed to get the teacher's attention.
"O-oh, hello! You must be Anthony Stark," the teacher says. He gives Tony a wide, expecting smile but besides the teacher's, everyone's attention are focused on three boys, one covered in paint. Tony expected people to be focused on him but apparently not.
"It's not Anthony. It's Tony," he corrects the teacher absentmindedly.
"You can sit wherever you want, Tony. Most of the kids are in their seats, with an exception for Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson. They sit there," he points to the only table that remains totally unoccupied. He turns to Tony and says, "We will be reviewing inverse trigonometric functions. If you need help catching up then come and see me after class," he kindly says. Tony inwardly rolls his eyes. He is a prodigy in mathematics and engineering. He doesn't need tutoring. The teacher continues and says "You may refer to me as Doctor McCoy."
"Yeah, right. Who are they?" He asks, pointing at the trio. Two of the teens are wearing letterman jackets (though one is covered in red paint). He can't see their faces on account of their backs facing Tony but they didn't seem happy.
"Oh, their names are Loki and Thor Odinson and Steve Rogers. Thor is the one with red paint on him and Loki is the one sitting down."
"Is this a daily occurrence, confrontation I mean?" Tony asks. They're brothers? The Odinson brothers, huh? The apparent dynamic between brothers and company mildly piques his interest.
"Yes it is. Loki is very…troubled," he says hesitantly.
"Is that seat next to him free?"
"Yes….?"
"As it so happens I've always liked a bit of trouble in my life. Thanks Doc," he grins.
Steve:
"Wassup?" a lazy, cocky voice says from behind Steve. He's snaps out of mid-glare and looks toward the origin of the voice. The voice comes from a shorter boy but the boy gives off a commanding vibe. Some wisps of dark brown hair fall near his deep brown eyes and he has his hands stuffed his black, ripped jeans. He's entirely decked out in black and looks like he probably smokes on the steps in the back of the school. Though, the most peculiar thing about the new kid is the hum of a machine under his AC/DC shirt and his brown eyes that had a cold, calculating undertone to them.
"Am I interrupting something?" the boy says in a challenging way. The boy locks eyes with Loki and Loki, in turn, narrows his eyes. It looks like the boy is daring him to say that they're in the middle of something and Loki is calculating what to do about this bold move. Suddenly, Thor's brother closes his eyes in a temporary resignation and smirks.
"They were just leaving," he announces and, no less than two seconds later, the final bell rings.
"But what about my clothes?!" Thor pleads.
"Are you going to turn me in to McCoy?" Loki suggests.
"Dr. McCoy? I wouldn't do that to you!"
"Then sit down," he says with fake sweetness. Everyone is darting to their seats and the new kid sits in the seat next to Loki. Thor hesitantly resigns and sits at the table diagonal from them. Steve gives a glare to no one in general before following Thor and sitting next to him.
Loki:
"I'm Tony. And you are…?" The new kid, Tony, says with a curiously amused expression on his face. Loki can feel the attention of the class shift to their table. No one talks to Loki Odinson. He's like a dormant monster that everyone tip-toes around. Some people even refer to him as a god. He's so unused to people acknowledging his existence outside of being Thor's brother, school prankster, and being the son of the notorious Odin. Meaning, he's gotten negative attention all his life so now he's getting this neutral attention, it's unnerving.
"None of your business you incompetent twit," Loki spits out with particular disdain.
"That's such a coincidence! You have the same name as a person I met on the street. Actually, now that I think about it, you have the same name as a lot of people," he says with a knowing smile. Loki finds the corner of his mouth threatening a smile. He tries to ignore him and focuses on the valedictorian of the school, Jean Grey (a total brown nose whom he wasn't fond of), do a problem on the board. McCoy called her up to review some stuff they learned last year. He has a feeling that the answer she's getting isn't right but he doesn't speak up. Let the pawns follower their leader.
The new kid, Anthony, keeps poking him and tries to get his attention. He stops poking him and focuses on the same thing that Loki is focusing on, only to scoff.
"You're doing that wrong," Tony loudly states. Mummers of confusion stifle the air. This is an unnatural occurrence. Jean Grey is never wrong and no one called her out if she was.
"Huh? Wh-what do you mean?" she stutters, clearly thrown off by his declaration. Loki is also interested to see where this is going and quirks his eyebrow at Anthony.
"Since it's not specifically labeled as a right triangle, you can't use the sine or cosine functions. Even if you could use those functions, the calculation is off. The question specifically asked for the answer in degrees but you calculated for radian. I suggest you check the settings in your calculator," he says with a sloppy grin. She grabs for her calculator and madly punches in numbers.
"Yo-your right but how did you do that without a calculator?" she demands in an oddly out of character rude tone. Jean isn't exactly mean but she's used to things going her way.
"Sorry Red, but, everyone makes mistakes," he says in a way that implies that he's not sorry. The class was, to put it mildly, dumbfounded. No one corrected Jean Grey and then condescend to her. She was perfect and this idea was relatively accepted. Loki cranes his head toward the kid and smirks a little bit. He's genuinely impressed with this guy's boldness.
"Am I worthy of your name now?" he asks which makes Loki chuckle.
"I'm Loki but, if you want to learn the remainder of my name, you'll have to prove that you're not a complete bumbling idiot."
"Now I'vegot something to strive for."
"You never told me your last name," Loki observed out loud. The boy shakes his head with an easy smile that tells Loki he wasn't giving up his last name over his dead body. Whatever, not like he cared.
"Not yet sweetheart," he smirks while producing a piece of chocolate and popping it in his mouth, not paying attention to the valedictorian scrambling for the right answer.
Tony:
You have to be a different type of person to be able to pull off long hair. Instead of paying attention to the teacher, he sneaks glances at Loki out of the corner of his eye. His hair is raven black and in a sloppy ponytail and his bangs threaten escape. He's moderately tall and a few pounds away from being lanky. A green T-shirt hangs off his torso and his baggy jeans are ripped. He has this punk thing going on but it's ruined by his pale, smooth face that looks like it's about to break out in a smirk at any moment.
When he wasn't looking at Loks out of the corner of his eye, he's looking at the back of the head of the guy who was yelling earlier. He's diligently taking notes in his notebook like the determined bootlicker he probably is. Loki and brownnose in the letterman jacket are opposites in more ways than just their note taking habits (or in Loki's case lack thereof). Their appearances are totally different. The guy has blond, boy-next-door hair and a tan face. He's wearing a letterman jacket and looks like he'd run for student council president. Overall, he looks like your typical, nicely built, straight-white boy.
In other words: completely boring.
The school is turning out to be as boring as he feared. The bell stirs Tony out of thought. He wants to talk to Loki but on closer inspection he sees his table partner has already left. He sighs.
"May I have a minute?" the Boy Scout from earlier asks, jolting Tony out of thought. He quickly recovers though.
"For a tall, beautiful blond like you, I've got three," he flirts. A guy like him oozes heterosexuality, so flirting with him will probably scare him off, Tony thinks. Boy Scout frowns and slightly blushes. Tony fake frowns at him and marches out of the room.
"Wait! This is serious," he chastises and persistently follows Tony out of the class.
"I am being serious, boy scout. We just met and you're already acting like a nagging wife. But don't be getting all bossy. There's enough Tony to go around," he announces loudly which only makes Rogers' frown deepen.
"Let's start from the beginning. I'm Steve Rogers. You are….?"
"What's this all about?" he asks harshly. Rogers' façade falters and then gets serious.
"It's about Loki Odinson….." he tentatively says, looking as though he's having a difficult time putting the sentence in rosy terms.
"Yeah?"
"Uh, um, well…." Rogers' stuttering echo through the nearly empty hallway and Tony gets frustrated and sighs. The pristine hallway is peppered with people. Some of the girls give Rogers' an appreciatory wave or giggle (to which he dutifully responded with an eager smile) and continued thinking about what he's going to say.
"You should stay away from Loki. He's not a good guy," Rogers says with an earnest face. They're right outside of their second period class and the late bell reverberates through the halls.
"Tell me boy scout," Tony huffs "Why is he soooo bad?"
"You saw what he did to his brother! He does stuff like that all the time. He's one incident away from being suspended for a long time, maybe permanently. He's not a good person," Rogers says so innocently and all that Tony can think of his how the way he talks is so naïve it's cute. He thinks that the world is labeled has just bad and good. It makes Tony wonder if this guy had ever strayed from what's expected of him. Now, he wanted nothing more than to make him squirm.
"All this talk of bad and good is making me sick. Now tell me, boy scout, have you ever been attracted to someone you shouldn't be?" He smirks and turns toward Rogers who stops a few feet from him with an alarmed look on his face.
"Wh-what do you mean? What does that have to do-"
"Have you ever been attracted to a guy? Have you ever, I daresay, kissed a guy?" Tony says with a smirk.
"I'm not gay!" Steve exclaims loudly.
"Did I ask you if you were gay? I asked you if you've ever been attracted to or kissed a guy, and I do not recollect asking you about your sexuality," he says, cocking his head and deepening his smirk.
"Isn't that the same thing?!"
"You have a lot to learn, Boy Scout. First lesson: most things in this world cannot be defined as purely evil or purely good. Second lesson," he approaches Steve and grabs his shirt collar, pulling him down for a kiss. Rogers' lips are unmoving and puckered like he ate something sour. The kiss wasn't nice by any means but Tony only did it to prove his point. He releases a surprised and rigid Steve and then says, "Second lesson: you don't have to be gay to be attracted to a man. There are lots of colors of the rainbow and I suggest you learn them." He approaches his second period door and before he reaches for the handle he looks back at Steve who's in a dazed state.
"You can put that kiss on a resume to a college."
"Wh-what are y-you talking about?" Steve asks with a red face.
"You can put it that you kissed an heir. My name is Tony Stark, inheritor of Stark Industries and the Stark fortune. Nice to meet you boy scout," he says with a grin and plunges into class.
Loki:
"May I sit here Loks?"
"I do not have it in my power to dissuade you do I?" Loki quips back.
"No not really," he smiles while sitting down across from Loki which causes him to slightly frown at the new kid's insistence. He's managed to sit next to Loki in every class they've been in together and was starting to puzzle and annoy him.
"My birth name is Loki. It's not Loks, sweetheart, or anything else that is not my given name," he scolds.
"Geez, it's only been an hour or two after I met you I don't think we're close enough to be on a first name basis!" Tony mockingly exclaims.
"But apparently close enough to assign me a nickname. And, being on a first name basis isn't much of an accomplishment for you do not know my last name."
"First with the no nicknames and then with the no last name, you're breaking my heart here!" Tony starts poking at his food with a poorly concealed disgusted look. Loki looks down at his own food with a disinterested look. As much as he didn't want to admit it he was interested in the boy and was unused to having company. He wasn't sure how to deal with it. Loki directs his gaze toward Tony. The way he's holding himself reminds Loki of a rich boy set loose. He knows that look that very well. That gives him an idea. Rich boy huh? The hum of the machine under his AC/DC shirt gives Loki an idea to who he is because he can only think of one company that could make a machine like that.
"Anthony Stark," he blurts.
"Yeah?"
"So I'm assuming that you're the heir to Stark Industries and millions if not billions of dollars?"
"That would be a correct assumption," Anthony says with a cautious look. Loki chuckles and gives a low whistle.
"Do you want a red, velvet carpet and caviar, trust fund baby?"
"Nah, I don't like fish eggs and velvet gives me hives. Besides, I only like red coupled with yellow because it complements my eyes," he says with a glint in his eye. This trust fund baby sure is tiring, Loki thinks. Stark pauses and then asks "What's your last name?"
"My, you've just met me and you want to know my secrets!"
"Who are you that your last name is a secret?"
"It depends how you treat me. I could be a docile monster, your worst nightmare, or a complete stranger."
"Is 'wonderful dream' on that list?"
"Does that line ever work?"
"More so than one would think," Stark says with a victorious smile. Their banter makes Loki internally smile.
"You're different from the other twits in this school," he observes.
"But I'm still a twit?"
"Yes."
"So I'm a different type of twit? Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Of the highest."
"Well! Tickle me pink!" Stark sarcastically exclaims.
"You're different because I get this feeling that you're actually smart but because of your status as a billionaire your intelligence is plagued with a sense of entitlement."
"You know, I like to imagine, just for a second, that my talents and personality do not have anything to do with my father. But I can only have that dream for a mere second because of sticks in mud like you so it is but a pipe dream," his playful demeanor is replaced by a serious face "I forgot to mention but please don't tell anyone I'm inheriting billions and a successful company 'kay?"
"Billions of dollars!" Loki says, impressed. Stark doesn't change his serious facial expression. "Why should I not tell anyone?"
"Because, it's the decent thing to do," Stark says while violently prodding at his food but gives up and pops a piece of white chocolate into his mouth, a different brand than he ate this morning. He wouldn't make eye –contact with Loki. Oh great. I've already made him angry. This is why I don't have any friends. Whatever.
Author's Note: Thank's for reading (or scrolling down to the bottom). Please leaving comments, questions, concerns, pleas never to write again, etc. ;)