One of the missed calls was from Thor. Obviously when his parents couldn't get a hold of Loki, they told Thor to, hoping he'd answer. The first text said "Brother, why are you not home?" It arrived at 11:15. The second text said "Please call mother, she is worried." And it was sent at 11:30. The third text was thee worst for Loki. "Father is furious. Where are you?" It arrived at 12:45.
Now Loki was hesitant to listen to his voice mails. If his father was mad, then he knew he was in deep trouble. His mother had called five times and left one of the messages. It just made Loki feel awful.
"Loki," His mother said over the phone. The worry already evident in her voice with just that word. "Honey, why haven't you called yet? Please call me when you get this." The second message was from his father, and Loki knew he was screwed. "Son, come home." It was all he said. He didn't even sound angry. But Loki knew better. Once he went home, all hell would break loose. He was dreading it.
Loki started rolling up his sleeping bag when Bruce asked "Who was on the phone?" Loki looked up at his bedraggled friend and told him, "I'm late. That was my family. I was supposed to be home two hours ago. I need to leave now."
Loki started packing everything he had unpacked last night, which wasn't much. By now Natasha was back in the room. Evidently she had been in the bathroom, since her hair didn't look like hell anymore. "Now?" She asked, slightly disappointed. "Cant you call them and ask to spend a little longer here?"
She looked over at Clint, Loki followed her gaze. What he saw was a very sad looking blonde. "No." Loki told them. "I'm sorry, but they're furious. Especially Father."
Loki made a quick call to their driver, asking for a ride. Even he seemed mad at Loki's absence. Loki waved at Bruce and Steve. They waved back with replies of "Bye." and "Text us." Natasha gave him a hug, which was a new thing for Loki. No one besides his mother and Thor had done that. He gave her a tiny squeeze in return. She said goodbye. Then he looked at Clint. He looked like a kicked puppy, making Loki's already mad mood, ten times worse. Sure, the rest of his friends looked sad, but none of them looked as disappointed as Clint.
"I'll walk you out, okay?" He told Loki, already heading out of the room. Loki followed him out into the hall and down the stairs. Clint stepped outside and didn't talk until he knew Loki was out there with him. "Sorry I got you in trouble."
"No it's not your fault." Loki reassured him. "It was a lot of fun for my first sleep over."
Clint looked mortified. "Your first?" He exclaimed. "Really?"
"Like I said, I never really had friends before you guys."
Clint seemed like he was just realizing that when Loki said no friends, he meant no friends at all. "So what was it like over there? You know, in England."
Loki thought for a moment before saying, "Different. The schools, the stores, the people." Clint looked at him, expecting more of an answer. "They were mean. To me, not Thor of course. He's always been popular. I mean, his face looks like a super model, he's built like a God. Everyone thinks he's funny. And nice. The guys want to be him, the girls want to be with him. And I was just, me. Small, quiet, shy. So, needless to say, I had a lot of bullies."
"What! Why?" Clint asked, seemingly shocked. "You're really cool. Who would want to bully you?" Clint's cheeks flushed a little. He looked like he was about to add something, when a car pulled up in front of the house. Loki said "That's my ride." He started walking away before he got the urge to do something crazy. He leaned in before Clint could react and placed a kiss on his cheek, telling him "Goodbye, Clint." Then he ran to the car, hoping the driver hadn't witnessed the kiss.
