A year later
"Loki! Hurry up!" Loki sighed and closed his suitcase. Today was the day he finally went back to college. Thor and him were both attendees of S.H.I.E.L.D College. He dragged his suitcases to Thor's new car. Their mother was tearful, and hugged them so tight that they could barely breathe. Loki glared at his father and hopped into the car
"Bye mum, Odin." Called out Loki.
"Goodbye Mother, goodbye Father!" Thor smiled at them.
And they were on their way. Thor grinned at Loki. He was the oldest but they weren't really brothers. Loki was adopted at the age of eight, from England, which explained his faint accent. He loved his mother, Frigga, but his dad and him had a difficult relationship, but it was slowly improving. Thor turned on the stereo, much to Loki's disappointment. He had terrible taste. Loki turned on his iPod and closed his eyes, excited to be going back. His best friend, Natasha, a trained black belt in Karate, was already there, along with her close friend, Clint. Much to Loki's distaste, Tony Stark was there too. Recently orphaned, he was the most narcissistic man in the world. Well, to Loki. Loki didn't like him, he didn't like Loki. And that was fine. Loki just hoped he wasn't rooming with him.
"Loki!" Thor tapped Loki, he opened his eyes, and finally, they were there. Loki grabbed his stuff and walked in. They got their keys and walked to their rooms. Loki looked at the names on his door, and found out he would be rooming with Clint. Thank bloody God, Loki thought. Thor was with Steve Rogers, a good friend of his, and they were directly opposite Loki and Clint. Loki looked at the surrounding rooms. Next to him were Natasha and Maria Hill. Nat would be pleased, her and Maria were close friends. Next to Thor's room were Bruce Banner and Anthony Stark. Next to Thor's room on the right were Libby, Steve's younger sister, and Jane. Loki had entered his room and was setting up, when someone jumped on him. Nat.
"You know, a hello would be fine." Loki grumbled.
"But this is much more fun." The red haired Russian smiled.
"To you, maybe." Loki said, as he rubbed his back.
"Oh please, you've built up muscle these holidays." She poked his arms that no longer yielded to her jabs.
"What can I say? You needed some competition." He smirked.
"In your dreams, silver tongue." Natasha retorted.
Loki laughed. He'd missed her. She rolled off him and sat on the floor.
"How's things with the family?" She asked.
"Hell, as usual." Loki's eyes narrowed as he replied.
"Tell me about it…" Natasha said, she didn't get on with her family either.
They started talking about movies and books they'd read and their degrees (Psychology for Loki, defence/fighting for Natasha) when Clint walked in.
"Hey, Tasha, Loki." She scowled, she hated being called Tasha.
"Barton."
"Hey, Clint." Loki said lazily.
"The group's heading out for pizza, you joining us?"
Nat and Loki looked at each other. Loki nodded.
"Yeah, sure. Now?" Loki asked.
"Yup. I'm grabbing my wallet and keys and then heading over to Thor's room." Clint said, walking off. He turned back. "Oh and Natasha?"
"Yeah?" She replied.
Clint smirked at Loki. "Remember our plan."
Natasha laughed. "Oh I will."
Loki looked at her quizzically. "What plan?"
Natasha waved him off. "Nothing you need to worry about. Come on, let's go."
They stood up and grabbed Loki's phone and some cash and left to Thor's room.
"Brother! So glad you could join us. Natasha, lovely to see you." Natasha hugged him, it was an interesting sight, someone as massive as Thor, hugging someone as petite as Natasha. Not that her size should be overlooked. Natasha kicked ass in defence training.
Loki's eyes scanned the room, wondering who else was here. Thor, Nat, Clint, Maria, Pepper, who must be visiting Tony, Steve, Peggy, Bruce, Thor's girlfriend Jane and, much to Loki's dismay, Tony. He glared at Loki. Loki glared back and started talking to Peggy, she took psychology with him. The group ended up ordering pizza in and talking to each other. A couple of drinks were given out and soon some people were drunk. Namely Tony, Pepper, Clint and Thor.
Tony was grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza when he saw Loki enter. Only he barely recognized him. The quiet, scowling man had now turned into a social butterfly. He also had picked up a load of muscle from working out in the holiday. He looked good, really good. His tight T-shirt showed off his carved physique well. Not that Tony was looking. Because yeah, Tony might be bisexual, but Loki? He hated Loki, just for, well, being Loki. And not liking him. Everyone liked Tony, except Loki. So instead of focusing on having a good time and just ignoring Loki, like a normal person would do, Tony did the most rational thing he could. Get drunk, make out with Pepper, and possibly argue with Loki.
"Well look who it is." Loki turned around to see a drunken Tony talking to him.
"What do you want, Stark?" Loki said with a sigh. His conversations with Tony never ended well.
"To talk to you." He slurred.
"What could possibly be so interesting about me that you want to talk about?" Loki asked rhetorically.
"School shit." Tony replied
"Like?" Loki asked.
"Your pointless subject psychology." Tony stated, as if it was obvious. Loki narrowed his eyes. He'd had enough of people disregarding his subject choices. He got enough scorn at home; he didn't need it at school as well.
"Listen Stark, if you're here to lecture me about my subjects and the importance of science then I will leave." Loki snapped.
"Never!" He grinned. "But seeing as you mentioned it, this year we're learning about-" Tony started to go off on a rant.
"I don't actually care, Stark." Loki interrupted.
"And I don't actually care about psychology. In fact, does anyone?" Tony asked, trying to get at Loki.
Loki glared." A lot of people do. It's good to know in the field."
"As if you'd be in the field."
"As if you'd be able to do anything except kill people. You're not really known for your fighting skills are you? And you don't even take defence anymore. You like to just sit and watch from behind the scenes, while everyone else risks their neck." Loki ranted.
"Excuse you? Do you even know what we do in Weapons Development?" Tony asked, pissed.
"Well, let's think, develop weapons maybe?" Loki asked sarcastically.
"Well, look who has a brain." Tony said.
"Rather, look who has a brain that they use for the greater good." Loki corrected.
"Greater good? I create the weapons, you use them. Though how a psychologist uses my weapons I have no idea." Tony retorted.
"We aren't a separate race of people, Stark." Loki said, his patience running out.
"You're all as crazy as your patients." Tony responded.
"You know nothing about psychology, so stop acting as if you do!" Loki snarled, his temper rising.
"It can't be any harder than physics." Tony claimed. Loki snorted.
"Oh really? What's schizophrenia, Stark?"
"A psychological disorder." Tony replied, proud of his answer.
"Define it." Tony looked confused. Loki laughed. It was rare that anyone saw Tony like this.
"Exactly." Loki said, pleased.
"Well, you wouldn't last long in physics." Tony challenged.
"I don't want to. I'd rather learn about why people are doing what they're doing, than blowing up them up with one of your weapons."
"I don't blow people up!" Tony protested.
"Tell that to their grieving families." They were so caught up in arguing, that they hadn't noticed that everyone had gone silent and was watching them.
""Listen, Loki-" Tony paused as Clint slammed the door coming back in.
"Alright, you two. Term hasn't even started, and you're already bickering like six year olds. Nat and I came up with a plan for you two to bond."
"I swear, Clint, even you lock us in a room together until we're best friends, I will personally go to the weapons department and shoot you." Loki said, his voice low.
"Now who's the aggressive one?" Tony grinned.
"Shut up." Loki snapped.
"That's rude." Tony feigned hurt.
"So are you." They were so intent on renewing their argument, that they didn't notice Clint take the handcuffs from behind his back and slip them onto Loki's left wrist, and Tony's right one, until they clicked shut.
"Clint! Take them off now!"
"Nah uh. Not until you two start to get along."
"Very funny, Barton. Take them off." Tony asked, impatient.
Natasha chimed in. "May I ask why you have a spare pair of handcuffs floating around?" Everyone but Tony and Loki laughed, they were too busy trying to get the key off Clint.
"Good question, Tasha. I can show you later if you want." Clint winked. Natasha looked ready to murder him. Everyone laughed again.
"I nicked these puppies from a training course last year. Good luck getting them off, they aren't standard issue. I don't know what they're made of, but they're bloody strong. You can all thank me later." Clint bowed and turned to Natasha" Oh, and Tasha? My offers still stands if you want to-" Natasha punched him in the stomach.
Tony muttered something under his breath.
"What'd you say?" Loki asked Tony.
"You wouldn't know even if I told you. Interesting material. Reasonably extendable, thank god." He stretched them experimentally. "We can get changed in different rooms." Loki gave a relieved sigh.
"Well let's go then." Loki said, pulling Tony along with him.
"Where?" Tony was confused; he had been planning on staying at the party for as long as possible.
"My room…" Loki said, looking at Tony as if he was an idiot. Which, according to Loki, he was.
"Why?" Tony asked, irritated.
"I'm tired." Loki stated, yawning loudly to prove his point.
"I'm not." Tony had to hold back a yawn, he found yawning extremely contagious.
"Your opinion still doesn't matter to me." Loki said, dragging Tony over to the door.
"Can I at least say goodbye to Pepper?" Tony asked, having given up on persuading Loki to stay.
"Your version of goodbye is a lot more X-rated than mine. So no." Loki replied. Tony sighed and opened the door into the hallway.
"So where are we sleeping tonight? Mine or yours?" asked Loki.
"My room." Tony answered.
"Why yours?"
"My roommate is Bruce. I trust him a lot more than Clint right now." Tony said, pulling Loki in the direction of his room.
Loki snorted. "Fine then. Can I at least grab my stuff?" They quickly grabbed Loki's stuff and headed over to Tony's room to get changed.
"I'm getting changed in the bathroom." Loki announced.
"Sure thing, princess." Loki ignored him. Getting changed ended up being almost impossible. Getting pants on was easy, but changing tops with one hand is impossible. They both reluctantly decided that they would have to keep the same top on for the next few days. Loki was sleeping in a sleeping bag, he downright refused to sleep in the same bed as Tony.
"Well, night." Tony said awkwardly.
"Yeah. Night." Loki replied.
