Hey guys! I did edit chapter one. I usually don't edit chapters after I post them but I really wasn't happy with the format. I kept most of the same stuff and am adding it throughout the other chapters. Hopefully three will be up soon!

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Warning: A little more language in this one

Comments/critiques are welcomed!

Loki keeps his eyes on the floor.

The week was rough so far, yes, he knew going back to school wasn't going to be easy—he hadn't exactly been a class favorite—but there was no need for all the touching and shoving. He wasn't an animal. Loki was opinionated, snarky, had a tendency to "pick fights", and didn't make friends very well; his over-confidence in his stride and the way he carried himself always made people dislike him before he even got a chance. And the idea of him picking a fight was ridiculous...he never picked a fight, he was always standing up for himself. He didn't like having other people fight his battles, not Thor, not Darcy, and especially not his so-called parents. But they were all just as stubborn as he was and wouldn't let him pick himself up without brushing him off first. Still…he didn't understand why he had to go back to school. The only subject he didn't excel at was American History but what did he care? He wasn't American and European history was much more fascinating. One of the seniors shoves him into a locker and laughs, his friends all laughing with him. Loki curses them under his breath. He half expected Darcy to jump in out of nowhere and start her own fight…he hated when she did.

Though in all honesty, watching Darcy kick people in the groin was always amusing.

He watches his feet as they take one step in front of the other, his hand gripping the strap of his bag protectively, its twin shoved in his pocket. Loki truly hated high school. Students conversed around him, all bees of the same hive, all buzzing noisily, awaiting the same fate. They were idiots—all idiots that cared only for themselves and forced their selfish opinions and standards upon him. He wanted nothing to do with this world. He was happy out on his own. But of course Frigga had to involve herself in his life…he does one thing—one insignificant thing—and she freaks out and forces him back into this hellhole with all these mindless animals roaming around, humping and drinking and pretending to be adults. Loki hated them—their very presence made his insides boil and his stomach turn to rot—he hated all of them.

A sharp slap on his ass alerts him of Darcy's presence, her arm forcing its way around his, holding him tight in her grip. He sighs. It was only a matter of time before she found him. "Hey, princess, how's it going?" She pulls one of the buds from her ear, pulling off her hat when one of the teachers gives her a look. Loki rolls his eyes. They'd been best friends since middle school but for Loki their friendship had been thrust upon him without warning. All he'd done was tell of some guys who were teasing her. Why did that mean he had to be punished?

Loki mumbles a response, not even pretending to be pleasant.

"It's raining."

Darcy grins, leading him down the hall. "You still suck at small talk, you know that, right?" She waves at nearly everyone and Loki tries to ignore the fact that they were all staring at him. He hated people looking at him.

"I was simply stating a fact," Loki grumbles, attempting to hide himself inside his sweater. "Why didn't you pick me up this morning? I had to ride with the oaf and his band of merry men…"

She laughs, blowing a group of freshmen a kiss. "Your mom wouldn't let you walk?"

"Frigga said it was 'too wet' for me to walk," he hisses under his breath. "I had an umbrella."

"Maybe she was worried you were going to skip class again. You don't exactly attend regularly, I mean, you were supposed to start last week, Loki. If you were my kid I'd beat you with a wet noodle." They pause in front of his locker, Loki ignoring the looks from the fellow inhabitants as Darcy checks herself in her cosmetic mirror. She sighs and grabs his arm again. "Come in the bathroom with me I need to fix my lipstick." She pulls him into the ladies' room, the current inhabitants giving Loki stern disapproving looks but moving aside for Darcy to claim a mirror. Loki waits patiently as Darcy digs through her cosmetic bag. He was always more accustomed to relating with people more like him—the sort of scum of the world—and Darcy wasn't exactly at the bottom of the social chain. She knew just about everyone in school and they either loved her or hated her. Loki found her annoying, yes, and understood why so many would dislike her; she had a loud mouth and could pull the sun out of her ass for any situation. She was fun to be around. "So did you get grounded or a slap on the hand like usual?"

Loki blinks, watching Darcy fluff up her hair and start re-applying her makeup. "Odin threatened that I wouldn't be allowed out on the weekends…"

"But?"

"But Frigga argued with him all night about how I needed to be more 'social elite'—whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. I have you and you're like a social nightmare."

"Love you too, babe."

Some of the girls started giggling rather loudly, either not realizing the pair could hear them or not caring. Loki tries to ignore them. They were freshmen, obviously, from the tacky prep school wannabe look and the budding breasts that were still slightly uneven.

Darcy snorts, smacking her lips together to even out the pigment. "What the hell is ya'll's problem? Mind your own business."

"You love him?" one of the girls bites her lip to hold back a grin. "What do you guys like…sleep together and stuff?"

"I don't know what ya'll are laughing at," Darcy rolls her eyes. "I realize that sex is a really hard subject for little girls like you to grasp, but here's something to stick up your ass for when your first high school boyfriend leaves you bitter and unsatisfied in the back of his SUV—I have an orgasm every time. Now…I know you don't know what that is but here's a little secret: he'll probably never give you one."

The girls all look at one another, giving each other confused looks and giving Darcy the stink eye. She laughs a little to herself.

"Oh, please, Darcy, everyone knows you've never gotten laid," Christine Everhart walks into the bathroom with a flick of her hair. "Even if you had, I doubt it would be with the obvious queer." She gives Darcy a smug look. Darcy hated her. Hated her with the kind of passion she put into her friendship with Loki. She didn't just hate her…Christine was number two on her 'to kill' list—right under a kid from when she was in third grade who spilled juice in Darcy's lap and announced she'd peed herself. Not that Darcy would ever kill anyone…she knew she wasn't clever enough to pull it off. Christine circles around them like a snake. She rests her eyes on Loki, cocking her hips slightly to the side. "But I do have to ask, Laufeyson—are you even gay or is it true you're only gay with your brother?"

The rest of the girls giggle, Loki not paying them any attention; he couldn't remember the last time he'd hit a girl but he didn't do it very often.

"God, shut up, Christine," Darcy snaps, digging through her cosmetic bag. "Weren't you the one who hooked up with Tony Stark only to have him call you by a different name during sex? At least when we practice kissing Loki asks before shoving his tongue down my throat."

Loki makes a face.

Christine knocks the cosmetic bag out of Darcy's hands, narrowing her eyes. "When did you become a self-righteous slut?"

"Slut? What I'm a slut now because I have more dirt on you than you do on me?" Darcy snorts. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, making sure some of it hits Christine in the face. "At least I'll be able to remember the name of the guy who pops my cherry."

"You fat bitch-"

"Christine is there a problem?" Natasha Romanoff quirks her brow and crosses her arms, watching them calmly. She had a tendency to appear out of nowhere. Of course—no when messed with Natasha though. There was something about her that seemed to make everyone have chills run up their spines. Everyone except Loki of course. They share a mutual look, Natasha looking away to narrow her gaze in on Christine. The girls all quickly dodge around her, keeping their eyes on the floor; Christine sneers at Darcy before following her friends, flicking her blonde hair in Natasha's face. Darcy crouches down, collecting her make-up, Natasha crouching down to help her do the same. Loki steps out of their way. He was doing his best to hide his amusement from watching Darcy pick a fight in the girls' bathroom. Natasha dumps the objects she'd gathered into Darcy's bag and gives her a small smile. "Try to stay out of trouble, Darce."

Darcy nods, smiling back at Natasha. "Thanks." She puts the cosmetic bag back in her purse and grabs Loki's arm, leading him out of the bathroom. Her nails pinch him slightly, Loki choosing to ignore it. They reach his locker and Darcy slams her back against the one next to him with a scowl. "That little blonde twat is lucky Nats walked in or I would've gutted her like a fish."

"You don't know how to gut fish, Darcy, you've never even been fishing before," Loki rolls his eyes when she mumbles 'wouldn't have stopped me…' He gives her a small smile. "Besides I thought your knife was confiscated at the beginning of the year?"

"I'd use a spoon, slow and painful." Darcy people-watches as Loki puts in his combination, sneering at some of the girls who were giving her a look. "You know I bet Sif would take out those skinny bitches."

Loki snorts. "She probably would if Sif liked either of us."

"Sif likes me."

"Lucky you."

Darcy studies Loki's locker door and sighs. "I'll be right back." She walks back towards the bathroom. Loki opens his locker, taking his time to change out books and attempting to ignore the curious stares he was getting from Steve Rogers. That annoyed Loki to no end. Steve had been staring at him ever since he was forced to come back to school. Loki knew who he was, he knew he'd been friends with Thor as long as he had with Darcy but he couldn't get a read on whether Steve was trying to be nice and was genuinely concerned or if he was the same as all of Thor's other friends—simply waiting for the moment where he could get a good laugh. He slams his locker shut, studying the new writing with a grunt. 'FAGGOT' was spray painted across his locker door however it was spelled wrong—the idiots had but an 'E' instead of an 'O'. Needless to say, their attempts to scare him away were futile.

"I still find it weird that none of this is affecting you…" Darcy walks up behind him with wet paper towels, scrubbing the vile insults off his locker. Loki shrugs, leaning against the locker next to his, watching her work.

"It does, but if I let them know it affects me they'll just push harder."

Darcy nods slowly, giving the locker another scrub. She pauses and gives him a puppy-eyed look, her bottom lip trembling. "I'm scared, Loki…I'm scared they're going to keep pushing 'til you snap…" Loki sighs. He pulls her into a hug and rests his chin on the top of her head.

"I'll be okay…I promise."

The bell rings and the two pull apart, Darcy scrubbing off the rest of the offensive word. She collects her things and walks with Loki to drop him off at his next class. Two boys laugh as they run by them and shove Loki against the wall. He had to commend them for it being unexpected. Darcy sneers, throwing the wet towels after them and hitting one of them in the back of the head. "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, RUN YOU SONS OF BITCHES-"

"Darcy Lewis."

Ms. Hill motions with a finger for Darcy to come, Darcy turning to Loki as she walks, grinning. "I'll see you in history."

Darcy rolls her eyes, looking over her detention slip.

"Four hours? What are your parents going to say?" Loki barely looks up from the notebook he was doodling in.

"Who gives a fuck, I have four hours of detention and those assholes have yet to get one." Loki nods. He didn't really care if they got detention or not. They weren't worth the effort of pointing out. Darcy, however, was only going to get worse as the school year continued…Loki could feel it. "It's bullshit!" She watches him for a moment, shoving the piece of paper into her purse and pulling out her supplies for the class. "So are you going to the game on Friday? I could sneak you into the band section, I'm sure our director won't mind…especially since all the teachers are worried the students are going to start a gang hit on you or something."

"I'm not sure I feel like watching Thor maul people during a public school event."

"I'll let you make fun of my flag uniform," Darcy grins, nudging him. "It's short and tight and covered in sequins and glitter, I kid you not." Loki shrugs. "There's always alcohol. You like alcohol, right? What am I talking about of course you do…you're European…"

"Darcy, that's not-"

She makes a face and starts shaking him. "Please? Please? PLEASE?" He slaps at her and closes his notebook with a growl.

"I'll think about it."

Clint Barton and Bucky Barnes run into the classroom. Loki watches out of the corner of his eye as the both of them jumping on Steve Rogers, laughing and snorting at their own stupidity. Darcy turns to watch them. She had a funny look in her eye.

"What?"

Darcy hums, arranging herself in her seat so that she could fully turn to watch them wrestle one another. "Nothing…" Loki rolls his eyes and waits patiently, her thoughts nearly ready to burst out of her mouth. Though by the face she was making it was either going to be her thoughts or drool. "Steve Rogers has really filled out that bod though, hasn't he? He's like a little Thor but just as well-toned."

"I guess."

She scoffs, flicking a pencil at Loki's head. "Oh, please, like you haven't ogled him before!" Loki scowls, throwing the pencil back at her. "But he's over at your house all the time, how could you not want to lick things off his chest?"

Loki shrugs.

"Even Mr. Coulson wants to lick things off of him-"

"Darcy Lewis, please turn around…" Mr. Coulson walks into the room with a sigh, quickly making his way to his desk and tossing his suit jacket onto the chair. He taught US History and Loki hated it; mostly because he couldn't understand it, the history of the United States was not common knowledge to him like it was to everyone else. Coulson waits for the class to settle down, taking out a stack of papers from his briefcase and taking his spot standing at the front of the room. "I'll be passing back your tests and some of you need to put in more study hours." Loki could feel Coulson's eyes glance at him, making him scowl. He already hated the class, why would he study for a class he doesn't give a shit about? Darcy smiles pleasantly when he hands her her test. Coulson makes his way back towards Steve, handing him his test. "Great job, Steven."

Clint lets out a laugh, punching Steve in the arm playfully. "Perfect score?! Rogers, you're an animal, how the hell do you know so much?"

"He pays attention Barton which is more than I can say for you."

Coulson sets Loki's test on his desk face down, giving him a look. Loki ignores it. He flips the corner of his paper up, making a face at his grade. It was worse than he thought it would be. Darcy pokes him, grinning and hissing through her teeth.

"What'd yah get?" Loki shakes his head and starts to pull the test towards himself, ready to tear it in half. She pulls the paper off his desk before he can object, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "Fifty-six? Dude, you suck at history…"

"Because I don't know your country's history," Loki hisses back at her, snatching his paper away. He crumples it up and tosses it aside, slouching down in his chair. Darcy rolls her eyes and digs through her purse, pulling a chocolate bar out and setting it on his desk as an offering. He accepts. "What did you get?"

"An 89…" she sighs. "I could've done better though, but…you needed me Monday so I guess I forgot to study." Loki smiles to himself, tucking the candy back inside her purse before she notices. There was no point in being mad at her. She'd just bother him even if he was. Darcy turns her attention back to him and gives him a grin. "Hey. Since you suck so much you should ask Steve to help you study? He seems to be into the class."

Loki makes a face. "I'd rather drop dead."

Mr. Coulson finishes passing out the tests, placing any extras bag into his bag and taking his place back at the front of the room. "Alright everyone, as I said, I think some of you need to put more effort into your studying. I do not teach an easy class and I expect all of you to meet the expectations that I have assigned. Now today-" A loud bang echoes in the hallway, everyone turning their heads towards the door. "What in the world…" He walks over towards the door, brows knit together. "Stay in your seats." Coulson pokes his head out, watching as teachers usher their students back into the classrooms, staring down the hall where Thor Odinson had dented a locker door. Despite Coulson's orders, nearly everyone clambers out of their seats to congregate around the door, pushing and shoving to see what was going on. Loki stays where he is.

"Mr. Odinson," Principle Fury's voice was calm but direct, obviously trying not to anger him anymore. Thor's fists were clenched so tightly by his sides that his arms were trembling. "We're doing the best we can-"

"MY BROTHER WAS HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE! I WANT JUSTICE!"

Coulson's students all turned to stare at Loki who had turned pale and sunken into his seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Darcy was doing her best not to laugh, rubbing Loki's arm. Of course the oaf would embarrass him like this; it was only a matter of time before he heard about the egg-throwing. Loki hadn't told him because he knew this would be Thor's reaction and the last thing he wanted was more attention brought to his person. Everyone on the first floor could hear Thor bellowing at Principle Fury and the counselors. Teachers continued to direct students out of the hall, a few lingering in an attempt to control the situation…some were brave enough to try and approach a fuming Thor.

"MY FAMILY WAS TOLD LOKI'S ACCEPTANCE BACK INTO THE SCHOOL MEANT HE WOULD HAVE FULL PROTECTION-"

"I understand, Mr. Odinson," Fury replies calmly, his face stoic and hands behind his back. "However your family was informed that Mr. Laufeyson's re-instatement into the school would cause negative reactions. The teachers are doing their best to watch over his studies-"

"THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" he punches the locker again, nearly everyone in the room and hall jumping. Everyone except Fury of course.

Dr. Banner walked up to him slowly from the side, laying a hand lightly on his arm. "It's okay, Thor, you need to calm down…we're all doing the best we can to find out who threw the eggs." Thor takes a few deep breaths, his fists starting to unclench themselves.

Fury clears his throat.

"Mr. Odinson…we as a school system are obligated to protect the students' safety from themselves and others, but you must understand that your brother is one student. We will not always be capable of watching over him." He pauses, taking a moment to recognize that Thor understood what he was saying. "But rest assured…we will find whoever decided it was amusing to make him feel humiliated as you said. Now…don't you have a class you're expecting to be in? You've disrupted my hallways long enough."

Thor grunts, turning and slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Mr. Odinson-"

He turns, walking back up to Principle Fury and taking a slip of paper from his hand. "Detention, I know…apologies…" Thor grumbles, storming down the hall towards the stairs, slamming the door opened and closed. The students all break out into whispers, a few of them laughing. Teachers start shushing and ordering them back into their rooms.

Fury narrows his eye at everyone in the hall, turning on his heel. "Shouldn't you all be in class?"

Students scramble back into their rooms, teachers raising their voices and directing them to do so. Coulson walks back into the room and orders everyone back to their desks, shutting the door behind him. Clint and Bucky start laughing hysterically, nearly falling out of their seats while Loki stays hunched down in his, trying to disappear—Darcy being of little comfort.

"Barton, Barnes, that's enough," he turns on the projector and waits a moment for it to warm up. "Now…all of you turn to chapter three in your books and follow along with the notes."

Loki covers his face with his hands, grumbling to himself. He hated them.