A the end of the 6th period bell, Phil Coulson was glad to be able to take a break and catch up at some of the beginning of the year paper work. The day had been peaceful and he was surprised to have a free moment.

As he entered the main office, his secretary, Amanda Robinson, called out to him "Mr. Coulson," she said breathily "I've been waiting for you to return. You have 8 messages from the Sheriff's office."

Phil stopped and grabbed the pink message papers "Why didn't you call me over the radio?"

The old lady looked embarrassed and Phil was reminded that she was uncomfortable with certain technologies.

Phil gave her a comforting smile "Do you have an idea what this is all about?"

"None at all," she said primly as she resumed her seat"You might do well to call him back."

Phil moved to his office, closing the door behind him. He took his seat and picked up the handset, dialing the Sheriff's number quickly.

"Arthur," Phil acknowledged as his friend picked up.

"Philip," the Sheriff replied "Took you long enough."

"First day of school," Phil offered as an explanation.

"Hmm, so it is."

"What can I do for you, Art," Phil asked.

The sheriff sighed "I got one of your students here, thought you could help me find out what to do with him."

Phil mentally went through the list of recurring trouble makers and realized most were accounted for in attendance "Oh yeah, which one would that be?"

"Odinson's son," the sheriff offered.

Phil frowned. He hated dealing with the older Odinson who seemed to think he was royalty and above everyone else. "Which one?"

"Loki."

Phil sighed. Loki had been a troublemaker all his life. Before his mother left, he was the King of harmless pranks but now that she was gone, he'd taken his mischief to a self-destructive level. "What happened?"

"We picked him up, at..let's see," the Sheriff said as he shuffled papers "3:16 this morning. Drunk driving."

"And I suppose you already called his father, or you wouldn't be calling me," Phil replied

"I always knew you were a smart one, Phil..you're right. I called his dad and well..seems that the Senior Odinson doesn't want to take Loki home.. at all..ever. He actually left him here at the station. He didn't post bail and he said to call his mother who I can't seem to get in touch with."

Phil sighed. So much for his calm and peaceful day. He knew Loki was a fuckup but what kind of parent could just up and decide they didn't want to take care of their kid anymore. The kind Odinson was of course. No one should have been surprised that Loki was a screw up. He learned from the best.

"Ok so what's he doing now?"

"He's sleeping off whatever he downed last night," the Sheriff replied.

"Alright, well, let me see if I can find his brother..maybe shed some light on what to do."

"Alright, Phil, you keep me posted, ok?"

"Sure thing, Art…sure thing."