Loki looked at the tall complex building before him, filling with Misgard's as a distant bell rang. He had been on earth for just over a month now, he was familiar with the area, renting a decent apartment as they called it, and learning everything about the Misgardian found great interest in the human mind and the idea of psychology. It was very interesting to Loki, being one of the only sorcerers in Asgard; he took interest in many aspects of any form of behaviour, so found the psychological course at a nearby University too good to miss out on.

He pulled down the dark green beanie over his head, catching himself in the reflection of a car window. He supported the tan jeans well, sticking to his hips and showing off his well-built yet skinny legs. He had a low cut, dark green vest top on, shaping his muscular torso and over that he wore a grey cardigan; with all his bare flesh suddenly on show, even being immortal, it gave him some comfort to wear the layers like armour, blocking the Misgardians wandering eye's. Through the use of magic he changed his hair to a gingery tint, almost like copper or gold, familiar to the body armour of the All Father. Instead of the usual slick and straight, he let his hair become curly and shorter than it was on Asgard grounds. The new style made his skin less pale and much more rosy, his eyes popped out more as well with the addition of the fake square, black glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, giving him no aid to his sight. He rolled his shoulders, the leather strap to his bag rubbing against his clothed flesh as he shuffled towards the gates. He sighed at the warm presence of a familiar tall man…

"What do you want?" Loki whispered to the air, expecting an answer. He heard a chuckle and out of nowhere an arm draped itself over his shoulders, pulling him into the large body with a soft clash of bone and muscle. The taller man was wearing a grey shirt and jeans, nothing to flashy but it still managed to emphasise his blue gaze and long blonde hair. His smile was cocky and with a large hand, he placed it over Loki's heart, his fingers spreading wide.

"You, the smartest God I know, are attending school once again?" Loki pushed his brother, failing to shift the taller man as they walked towards the steel gates.

"It's not school brother but a place to excel in education, only the best of human minds of the area attend this place."

"And you are here to crush them in attempts to beat your cunning mind?" Thor was always going to be Thor; where he saw weakness, he saw improvement and where improvement was needed, violence was usually his first act. Loki liked to approach things a different way altogether. He tilted his head, pushing Thor's arm off softly.

"No, I'm here just to observe brother."