The following day, Loki sits in the canteen, polishing off a sandwich. The room is alive with chatter, and it grates on Loki's nerves. He gets up, thinking of heading to the library when he spots none other than Fandral, stalking over to a table full of giggling girls. Loki smirks, slipping past people silently as he approaches. A step from Fandral, Loki places a foot in the oaf's path.

Loki slinks away as Fandral's plate of spaghetti goes flying, landing in a nest of bouncy blonde curls. There's a high-pitched shriek, and Loki can't help but look back, sniggering as the young lady forcibly pushes Fandral out of her way as she rushes to the bathroom. Fandral stares after the girl despairingly before he launches desperate apologies at the unimpressed women around him. The rest of the hall breaks out in laughter.

Wearing a self-satisfied smile, Loki continues down the aisle. As he turns to exit, he locks gazes with none other than Thor Odinson, who sits sandwiched between Sif and Jane who, hilariously unbeknownst to Thor himself, are engaged in eternal battle over Thor's affections. Sif, with her good nature and love for sports should have won Thor over an age ago. On the other hand, Thor admires Jane's devotion to her work and finds her awkwardness endearing. The two have been tied in a pseudo-casual game of one-upmanship for so long most the school are in separate camps over who should win the privilege of dating their strapping hero.

Loki stretches his smirk suggestively, grin growing even wider when Thor blushes and avoids his gaze. Odinson is just too easy. The hallway is pretty empty now, only occupied with a few stray students, late to lunch. So when Loki exits the main building, black shoes meeting wet concrete, he is promptly aware he is being followed. It could be a random teacher or student, he supposes, although the likelihood of them coming this way alone, at lunchtime, is slim. That behaviour is typical only to him. It is most probably Fandral, Loki suspects, seeking revenge.

Loki leads the brute up a stone staircase, before turning and looking down on his pursuer. Loki arches a perplexed eyebrow.

'Odinson. What do you want?'

'Oh, um. Sorry.'

Loki's lip twitches. It seems the fool thought Loki wouldn't notice him.

'Perhaps subtlety isn't your strong point,' Loki snarks.

Thor chuckles, self-deprecating,

'Perhaps not.'

Loki eyes widen in surprise before he recovers himself,

'Is there a reason you're here? I've got somewhere to be.'

'Sorry, I,' Thor takes a deep breath, gathering himself, 'I wanted to apologize,'

'I got it the first ten times. You're sorry for doing… whatever it was you were doing.'

Thor blushes and Loki makes to leave.

'No,' Thor barks, 'I wanted to apologize if I, or my friends, ever offended you.'

Loki is still for a second before he laughs,

'You cannot expect me to believe your friends regret their actions against me? I most certainly don't regret my actions against them.'

'Either way, my own apology is sincere,'

Loki says nothing.

'and, I was wondering if you might like to hang out sometime?'

'Hang out sometime,' Loki repeats back to him flatly.

'Yes,' Thor smiles hesitantly, 'like, a date.'

'Like, a date.' Loki repeats in disbelief.

'Yeah,' Thor tries, looking hopeful.

Well, Loki thinks, this guy is too mindless to lie this well, so he must actually want me. Loki smirks inwardly. If he plays this right, it might be his best trick yet.

'Alright.'

'Alright?' Thor questions doubtfully,

'Alright, yes. Don't make me change my mind.'

Thor beams. It's a little hard to look at.

'Okay, great. I'll pick you up at 7 on Friday then?'

'See you then,' Loki agrees, heading to the library.

He's got some planning to do.