"Loki, how nice of you to come- oh hello…" Miss stark's eyes widened at the sight of Thor, her pale blue eyes generously taking in his good looks and broad smile.

"Maria, this is my brother Thor." Maria rested herself on the body of the thick door. Thor took a step forward, grabbing one of her hands and ignoring her jump. He softly kissed her hand, his blue eyes not leaving hers.

"Lady Stark, pleasure to meet you."

"Hey monkey, stop flirting with my mom!" Loki smiled as Tony jumped down the stairs towards the door. Thor ignored the insult and smiled at Tony with a gleeful face. Tony's eyes rolled as he turned to face the ebony haired boy. "Loki."

"Stark…" He looked down on his watch, raising his eyebrow at him. "Happy birthday Anthony, hope you got all what you desired." Loki mocked lightly; Tony smirked in response, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses but Loki could imagine them glowing. Maria laughed, looking to her son with glee.

"No one calls you Anthony; you hate it when people call you that…"

"Thanks mom. Tell dad I'll see him later." He saluted to the lady, smiling as she reached out and rubbed the thick oil stain on his cheek away. She ruffled his sweat stained head, playing at the ends with concern for his appearance. "Mom I'm not five anymore." He swatted her hands away, pushing all his hair back down before jumping out of the door. "Come on guys, stuff to do. You're only 19 once."

"Thor now you try." Thor looked between the two smarter and smaller men. They were both smirking, knowing fully well he couldn't do psychology to save his life.

"This is unfair…I am outnumbered and I am not very good at this subject."

"Welcome to my world brother, now please will you try?" Thor sighed at Loki's tone, folding his arm in refusal. On Asgard, Loki was the one outnumbered by Thor's friends, a warrior he was not while they all were. Most of the day he would spend being laughed at for his terrible attempts to swing his sword or pick up a battle axe, it was a nice change to see Thor so uncomfortable. "We'll take turns then it will be easier?" Thor shook his head at Loki's bargain, not tempted by his brother's words.

"Is the almighty Thor admitting defeat?" Thor's eyes glistened with argument, Loki could only smile and glance at Tony with a soft impressed gaze. Thor never turned down an offer usually, whenever questioned he would prove them wrong, it seemed Tony could see this and it impressed the God of Mischief. Thor looked around the crowded park, his eyes set on a blonde woman. She had a pair of pale grey jeans on, high waist and a light thin vest top on, her feet remained bare. Her skin was delicate olive and her hair was a bleached mesh, her eyes concealed behind a pair of dark brown sunglasses as she lay sprawled across the grass.

"She seems…heroic…she is aware how attractive she is so she flourishes it to the people." He smiled, impressed with himself. He beamed a soft grin to the other two who sat beside him with blank faces. The sun was harsh on Loki's outstretched body; Tony was lying against the tree behind him and Thor was sitting Indian style in front of him. It frightened him how flexible Thor really was.

"Well…" Tony held his head back, enjoying the shade against his dark skin. "…he's better than me." Loki cackled lightly in response.

"I think I did alright."

"Thor, you made one statement."

"Well brother, what would you add?" Loki looked at the woman for longer, taking in all the subtle differences Thor had overlooked. Loki leant forward, letting his shoulders drop slightly.

"She's not confident at all…she's changed herself to fit the image of the modern, perfect woman. Her roots are naturally black, her skin is a paler shade on the underside of her arm than the upper side and she exploits her body to overcome her own rational fears of rejection and torment..." Loki sat back on the grass, his head falling on Tony's lap. Tony hummed in agreement, making Thor more confused.

"So she flaunts her body to gain attention…but she doesn't want the attention?" Tony tapped Loki's shoulder, pulling his friend up out of his lap. He whispered in the student's ear.

"Can we ditch your brother?" Loki cackled and covered Tony's face with his large hand.

"Jesus why is your hand so big?" he murmured loudly, fighting off his pale hand but failing still to remove his friends hand.

"I think I might go speak to the young woman…" Loki's hand dropped from Tony's face, both their eyes falling to the blonde. Thor's eyes were on the woman, a smile on his golden face. Tony held out his hand, motioning to the woman.

"…Knock yourself out buddy." Thor didn't need to be told twice, he was marching over to her with a smile on his face. "You saw it didn't you?" Tony and Loki watched, unable to hear as Thor spoke to the woman. She was smiling politely, shielding her eyes with her hands regardless of the large glasses.

"The glasses made it hard but yes, I saw it." Tony laughed softly, bringing his knees to his chest and forcing the ebony haired man to sit up. It was even more subtle than the black root's, the thin bands along her jaw and the tension of her arms that constantly changed, it was clear enough for psychologists to realize. Tony's arms looped around Loki's hips before he could get away or utter another word, dragging him in between his legs and pinning him there. His head fell on Loki's shoulder; the hair of his friends stubble scratching against his cheek and all Loki would think of was what he had said the other day.

"I meant what I said…"

Loki shifted on top of Tony, finally comfortable when his ear was pressed to the man's chest. His heart was pounding gently to the summer heat, reminding Loki of what Tony was…mortal. His thoughts were interrupted as Tony chuckled at Thor's alluring attempts.

"Does your brother even know what a lesbian is?"