This is set 2 months after the last chapter.


"Why must you always know everything Sherlock?" Loki shouted. Two moths ago it would have been with an amused and loving smile he would say those words, now it was out of pure irritation. Sherlock could tell this was serious from the use of his full name. "Do you enjoy knowing everything before it's going to happen? Does some magic guru prophesise the following day for you in your dreams?"
"I don't 'know everything' I'm just observant."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. I see things but 'you need to observe Loki. Observe.' pfft." Loki left Sherlock to go back to his own room. Tony was probably waiting to comfort him. Sherlock grabbed his elbow before he could leave.
"That's why I love you Loki. I can't predict you. You break every mould everyone else is fixed to. You're spontaneous, and different, and I can't read you Loki." Sherlock span Loki round to face him. "Please Loki, I need you." Sherlock wasn't lying, and Loki could tell. Sherlock's poker-face had vanished, and in his face Loki saw desperation, hurt, longing, love. All those emotions Sherlock usually worked hard to hide.
"Sherley…" Loki's hand reached up to touch Sherlock's cheek. "I don't know if I can handle it. Leaving you. But I know I can't stay." Loki kissed the man's forehead gently, giving a long parting gaze.
"Loki?" Sherlock asked, his voice only a whisper. "Is it him?"
"I don't think so, no." Tears were falling from Loki's face at his own words. Sherlock nodded.
Loki wished Tony wasn't in the dorm as he left Sherlock. He just wanted to curl up under the covers and cry.
When Loki sat on his bed, Tony was nowhere to be seen.
Sherlock walked back into his room and sat down at his desk. He was cursed. Why must he observe everything? He had truly cared for Loki. He had felt all the symptoms other's described when in love, he understood the chemistry. He had truly cared for him, and now he had driven him away.


Tony walked in to find a snivelling mess beneath the covers if Loki's bed. Loki was fully clothed and had tucked himself into a tight ball beneath the covers. Tony had heard from Hogan that Loki had missed hiss tutorial and his lectures that day. Tony sat beside him on the bed. "Go away Tony. I don't want you here." Loki growled, but Tony put an arm around him anyway and pulled him up into a sitting position. The arm around Loki's shoulder pulled him into Tony's chest. He didn't protest, only forcing his head deep into Tony's chest and letting out louder sobs. "I loved him Tony. But we could never survive together, we'd destroy each other. We're like water and electricity. Harmonious apart, but disastrous together. I really loved him Tony." Loki sobbed. Tony pulled the rest of Loki onto his lap and lay back. They were now laying down, Loki curled completely round Tony.

Loki and Sherlock couldn't look at each other after that. When ever Loki saw Sherlock, he had to excuse himself to the toilets or his room. Tony suspected that he ended up crying, he often found Loki asleep in a tight ball, shaking slightly. He would end up sleeping next to Loki on nights like this. Tony's touch seemed to calm Loki. The pair were more like insanely-close-brother-best-friends, and Loki still refused to sleep with Tony, even when he had broken up with Pepper. (Which Howard wasn't too pleased about.)


When the year was out, Loki returned to London along with Fadrall and Sif. Hogan and Volstagg had decided to stay in the area.
Tony's friends Steve and Bucky had decided to stay at Tony's over the summer and his friends who had gone to different universities had decided to come too. They were Bruce, Clint, Natasha and Rhodey, they had known Tony for years.

When Tony returned for his second year, they were in different dorms. These were bigger and had two separate bedrooms. This disappointed him a bit. This year though, Bucky and some guy called Jonny Storm would be sharing the room next to him and Loki. This should be fun.


Sorry about the slow update. I've been at a climatic part of one fic, put out soem one-shots, and I lost this chapter. I'll do better next time, I promise.