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It does not seem fair to Victor that Loki has taken a shine to their tutor, Franklin Richard. So, what if the older boy could wrap reality and rearrange molecular structure? It certainly is not as awesome as Victor's doombots.

But no, Loki would not hear of any words that put his hero in a bad light.

It is bad enough he has to tolerate the boy during their lessons, but this – he glares in direction of the couch, where Loki is sitting next to Richard's spawn, is unacceptable.

Victor –

Doom, that is, does not mind being babysat by Thora, or even Valeria, Franklin's younger sister but that his arch enemy is sharing jokes with Victor's best friend –

"Hey, what are you doing all the way over here?" Victor just glares up at Stark, biting his lip to stop its quivering.

"Oh, I see." Stark looks at where Loki is sitting, beaming at Franklin and the way Victor is holding himself in place, hands on either side of him, in a tight fist. Stark bends down to Victor's level. "You know kid, I have it on good authority that Loki thinks the world of you."

Victor arches one eyebrow and his voice, even for a eight-year old is somewhat condescending, "This you know?"

Stark just laughs reaching over to tousle Victor's hair. "I have a way with the ladies."

"Loki is a boy." Victor all but shouts. Just because Loki is cute, does not make him girly.

Stark just continues to chuckle. A chuckle that turns to full laughter when Loki suddenly appears by their side quite displeased that someone has dared to touch Victor's locks, as only Loki is allowed to do so.

"Kids," Stark affectionately calls them. He will soon call them something else, when Loki's spell makes Stark's hair turn green.

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