"Morning, sunshine!"
'Ugh, what an insufferable man.' Loki though as Stark's voice rang through his brain, mercilessly poking his headache.
"Stark. Can I help you with anything or are you here just for the sake of irritating me?"
"Hey, no need to be pissed. I came to ask if my 'gentle' lawer is o.k." Oh. That was totally un-Starky. "In case you're wondering, wife's orders. I gotta be nice to my coworkers or uncle Nick'll report to her."
"And you're telling me that 'cause..."
"Ah, don't be moody. What bit you?"
"Family business."
"Wife cheating on you?" What the fuck?
"I don't have a wife, Stark. For five years now."
"Okay, what is it then? If you don't answer I'll keep guessing." Oh, gods, that was all he needed for his morning.
"Fine then. It's just that I'm looking for a good school close by and I haven't had much success."
"School, for kids? You have kids?" No comments.
"Yes, Stark, I do. Six of them."
"Shot, man!" Some moments of silence came then and got Loki thinking his coleague would finally leave him alone. How naive of him.
"I think I can help you."
"How so?"
"Well, Pep's a teacher. I can take you to where she works. Nice place, very reserved, alternative education, a bunch of extra activities she's always bringing home. Anyway, trust me, you gonna love it. And then you gonna love me for giving you the best piece of advice ever."
"Sure." Despite the blanck tone, hope was building up in his heart. Maybe he'd, at last, find a place worth of his precious children and close enough so he wouldn't die of lack of sleep.
"Let's go there now." Tapping the table, the billionaire got up and gave some steps in the general direction of the parking lot, then paused and looked back to his gapping lawer. "Good thing you don't look like that in front of our rivals. Are you coming or not?"
"I-I can't. I have work to do."
"Cut the crap, I'm your boss anyway. Okay, half boss." He corrected under the other's pontes glaze.
"All right, then." Loki gave in to his 'half boss'' demand and his own excitement. In no time, both suit clad men walked rather fast towards a million dollars car. Once inside, shades on and room off, Anthony drove so damn fast Loki feared for his life - he had responsibilities now, after all.
"Come now, Lokster." The married playboy (a strange mix, indeed) called right after parking. The other ignored the new nickname - it was one of the first things one had to learn at Stark Industries (that and not to make fun of Fury's eyepatches; the guy seemed to be able to kill you with a spoon if the mood struck him).
Right in front of then laid an ivy taken wall, a dollhouse wooden door to it's right.
"Put on a smile, 'cause we're meeting Agent Coulson."
"Agent?" The only response was a trademark smirk.
Once past the wall, one could see a very large property - a big open area, some buildings spaced through it (both modern and ancient looking ones). It's almost as the place is under cover, the though comes to Loki's mind.
The men walk through a garden, then into a somewhat house - in which is settled the school's admnistration. Finally stopping, Tony knocks twice ona wooden door before opening it all the way through.
"Oh, Mr. Stark. What a surprise." The guy - supposedly - named Coulson greets the billionaire from his seat behind an seemingly expensive table. Indeed, he looked like a secret agent - not 007, but M.I.B. style (AKA slightly creepy) - dressed in a completely black suit. He's smiling though, so the lawer remains at easy.
"Hey, Agent. How's life?"
"Great as always. What do I owe you the pleasure?"
Dragging his coworker inside, Tony introduces him. "This is my 'godly' friend, Loki Odinson - can you believe in this name? Anyway, he's looking for a school for his army of toddlers and I though you could show him around." The description earns him a glare from the father.
"Tony Stark being nice? Now I owe Pep some money." The principal mutters under his breath, then turns to Loki. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Odinson. I hope I'm of help to you and your 'army of toddlers'."
"Nice to meet you, too." They shake hands. "Actualy, my kids are not toddlers nor an army; they're only six and the youngest are already five years old."
"We usually admit only children above six, but I can make an exception. What about the others?" At that they're already pacing through the gardens and into other buildings, leaving Anthony behind.
"Fred is the elder, he's sixteen; then comes Hella, who's fourteen. Johnathan and Stephan are ten and eight. The little ones are Nathan and Victor."
Through the rest of the morning, Phil - because obviously his first name wasn't Agent - and Loki talk about the kids and the school until the later is satisfied - which he most certainly is. In truth, the relieve that washes over him, when he realises he's found what he's been looking for, is overwhelming. Saying his good byes, that are actualy 'see you soon', Odinson meets Stark by the ivy covered wall.
"So, had some fun?"
"Judging by your hair and clothes, I see 'you' had fun. How is Miss Pots doing, by the way?"
"Hey, it's Mrs. Pots. Just 'cause she's not changed her name doesn't mean she's not married."
"Whatever. Though, yes, I had fun. Phil is amusing if you care to pay attention."
"Why do you people keep calling him that? His name is Agent, 'Phil' is only a cover."
"Sure." In no time, both are back int the car and running like the wind. "You're going to cause an accident one day, you know?"
"Oh, don't be a chicken. How did you like the school?"
"Smooth change of subject." Loki chuckled. "I liked the place very much."
"Love me already?"
"No, but thank you for the 'best piece of advice ever'."
"It was worth the shot, at least. Hey, what do you think of performing some mischief?" That is such an old pun, the lawer thinks while rolling his eyes.
"What do you have in mind?"
"You and I leave now. If someone asks, we were discussing businesses all day." Seeing the suspicion in Odinson's face, Tony adds, "I know you want to go home, spread the news and I really need a drink after spending my morning hiding from toddlers."
"Do you even know the meaning of 'toddler'?"
"Small and scary." Again, no comments.
"Getting back on track, I might indulge on your 'genious plan'."
A.n.: couldn't help but to put Coulson in here, I love him. Sorry for another Thorless, but I didn't want long chapters and this fic's gotta a plot. Sorry also for the OOC Tony, it's just that I'm trying to imagine him without the kidnap and Iron Man.
Lots of love, R&R (pretty please?)
