Loki waits in the empty humanities corridor. He's a bit early and the usual morning rush towards first period hasn't begun yet. Even the teachers are yet to show, the hallway in total darkness except for feeble daylight creeping in through various classroom doors. Loki doesn't mind though, he rather enjoys this moment of stillness before the inevitable commotion of reluctant students, unreadily snatched from their holidays.
Loki sighs as the shrill cry of a bell sounds from the end of the corridor. He can already hear the din of rowdy chatter pushing up the staircase. Fortunately his form tutor arrives and unlocks the door, waving him inside impatiently. Loki takes his usual seat, at the back, in the corner and gets a book out. He'll be here a while and he might as well do something useful. As his classmates filter in and take their seats, prattling away, Loki's nose remains firmly stuck in his book.
'Loki, put that book away, you'll need to pay attention to the bulletin.'
Loki gives his tutor a cool smile before grudgingly sliding the book back into his bag. A few morons snicker and Loki scowls.
'Now, I've got everybody's planner here, so…'
Before the muddled woman can continue, the door swings open, revealing a band of stragglers Loki had hoped would simply avoid tutor period altogether.
'Sorry Miss, we were just talking to Mr Rogers about the Rugby try-outs.'
Ugh, Thor Odinson and his merry entourage. Curse his luck that he's in the same form as these idiots for the entirety of his high school career. Loki sneers when they gravitate towards the back of the room. Probably think they can get away with playing on their phones if they just sit that extra few feet away from the front, fools.
Loki's glad none take the seat next to him, choosing to sit a few desks down the row. Evidently, Volstagg needs at least a couple to himself.
'Alright everyone, attention to the front please. Now, your timetable…'
Loki zones out before she finishes her sentence. Is it really necessary for tutor period to last a whole hour on the first day? Nobody cares about this admin stuff anyway, most the class are gossiping over what the golden prince and his lackeys got up to over the summer. Christ, Loki would rather consume venom than have to listen to this shit. Unfortunately, Thor Odinson is a very popular topic round here, and these half-wits talk loudly.
As the class flock to the front to collect their planners, Loki feels a harsh finger flick his ear.
'Miss me, Loki?' Fandral simpers, laughing over his shoulder as he passes.
Loki glares but otherwise doesn't react. He'll deal with him later, Loki smirks inwardly.
On his way back, Fandral flicks him again, this time on the nose. Loki has a sudden urge to bite his finger clean off. The deathly glower Loki fixes him with doesn't bother Fandral enough though, and he skips back to his seat beside Odinson, whispering into Thor's ear, cruel eyes on Loki.
Thor's head turns in Loki's direction, and Loki makes sure to fix him with an icy gaze.
The look Thor gives him is unreadable, and he hastily turns away.
Loki huffs, settling himself in for a long first period.