"Thor, my name is not Bruceford." He glared at Tony in the seat beside him. Tony always insisted Bruce rode shotgun- He didn't want Thor next to him and making him look short. Tony just claimed there wasn't enough shoulder room for him and Big John in his vintage Chevvie.
"Sure it is. You told me that time remember."
"Tony, I hate you. My name's not Bruceford."
Thor stuck his big head between the seats in front if him. "Then what is Bruce short for friend?"
"It isn't short for anything Thor. Just like your name isn't short for anything."
"No Bruceford, Thor is my full name. You may call me Orr for short."
Tony patted Thor's head in amusement. "That's right Orr Buddy."
"Tony, he's not a Dog you've taught a new trick."
"What?" Great, and now Thor's puppy dog eyes really weren't helping his case.
"Nothing, he's just saying you're loyal buddy."
"Oh." Thor sat back in his seat, looking please with himself.
This match ended in a close draw, so there was no victory lunch for the friends. Tony dropped Bruce and Clint back at campus before driving himself home. Two hours later, Tony's phone flashed with a text from Thor.
New Message: Thor Odinson 19:36
Maybe I will have that drink
Confused, Tony typed back a new message: What Drink?
New Message: Thor Odinson 19:38
It's Loki- I took Thor's phone. Pick me up in half an hour
Twenty minutes later, Tony pulled up outside. Loki was already there. He had on the same outfit as earlier; simple black shirt, buttoned up to just below the collarbone, black cigarette pants, and a leather jacket draped over one arm. Suddenly Tony felt underdressed, but then Loki could probably look smart in a pair of tracksuits and a tank top. Tony was snapped from that thought as suddenly the door closed and Loki was sitting beside him. When did that happen? But then they were driving off and Tony was only 20% sure what was happening.
"Uh… what kinda bar do you want to go to?"
"The first one you see." Loki continued to stare blankly ahead and they finished their journey in silence. It was only roughly ten minutes 'til they saw a flashing bud sign and Tony parked. Deciding it would be gentlemanly, he walked around the car to open it up for Loki, only to have the door opened in his face.
"Oh shit. I'm so sorry." Loki didn't know what to do. Tony was bent over, cursing. Loki settled with patting his back "There there." Which earned a disbelieving look from Tony, who stopped cursing at least.
" 'There there?' That's all you've got?"
Loki scratched the back of his head awkwardly "Well umm…"
Tony burst out laughing. "C'mon, get in there." He laughed, pushing Loki forwards.
"Hey! I don't like to be man handled."
"Well I don't exactly enjoy being hit in the face with my car door."
"Touché."
Loki managed to order a vodka neat, down it, and order a white Russian before Tony's bourbon made it into his hand. "Hey, slow down there buddy. Something tells me the reason you came out here wasn't just for my stimulating company. Any particular reason you're drinking your sorrows?"
"Shut it Stark."
"Charming." He said, pressing his glass to his lips.
"So I've been told."
"So seriously," Tony repositioned himself on the barstool to half face Loki instead of looking straight ahead. "What's your beef? Why don't you or your brother seem to think I want to be your friend?"
"No one does."
"Stop, hold it right there." Tony waited until Loki faced him. "Stop with the self depreciation thing. I'll decide for myself if I like you or not."
"It is not that." Loki sighed. "Thor is convinced we are so alike, we will quickly become friends. But he knows that you will then change your mind when you get to know me better. And he's right. They always do."
"Exception remember?"
Loki smiled.
"So try me."
"If you insist. But I give you a month."
"Deal."
Doctor Maz Over and Out
