Tony knocked on the door, taking advantage of Thor's parents being away at work. They'd gotten to the stage in their friendship where it wasn't strange for one to randomly show up at the other's house. It was the blond's brother who answered.

"Oh, it's you. Thor's in the shower." The skinny thirteen year-old looked pretty nice for a Saturday- His black hair had been combed back with gel, and he was wearing a bright green t-shirt.

"So what are you all prettied up for?"

The brunet received an icy glare in return for his jest. Tony soon saw why- As he walked through the living room, he saw a girl, with dark brown hair and full lips, seated on the couch. Loki took a seat next to her.

Well. Kid's got game.

When Tony reached his friend's room, he threw himself into the bed, and took the opportunity to look through the CD's stacked on the nightstand.

Metallica...Of course.

Iron Maiden...Not bad, not bad at all.

Black Sabbath? I am a good influence. Mrs. Shade was wrong.

As the brunet teen placed the CD's back in order, the shower turned off.

He doesn't know I'm here, might as well pose.

Thor emerged from the connected bathroom, damp hair spilling over his shoulders, and, thankfully, a towel tied around his waist. The blond went directly to the dresser, taking out a pair of boxers and a shirt- He must not have been planning to leave his room. Thor happened to turn around- And jumped at the sight of Tony, who was laying on the bed in a somewhat provocative position.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because I need you." The shorter teen replied, completely deadpan. "Make love to me, Thor."

If we can't joke about banging, we're not friends.

"If you were Steve, I'd take you up on that."

"Speaking of things I don't want to know about, your brother is probably getting his raging hormones all over your couch."

Thor shrugged. "I know. He threatened to disembowel me if I went down before she left." He walked back into the bathroom to dress. "It would've been funny if he didn't have a knife stashed in his desk."

Tony's eyebrows were high on his forehead. "Your brother has a weapon? Have fun with prison visits. Maybe if you're lucky, Lifetime will make a movie about it."

The blond walked back into the room, mostly clothed, and took a seat on the bed."He doesn't know that I know about it. But I don't think Loki will risk jail time. Not after we watched Lockup Raw the other night."

"I did learn new ways to make weapons from seemingly innocent objects watching that. It's educational."

"It taught me more than last year's math class."

"Don't get me started on fucking parabolas."