Whether or not his driver had seen that little show of affection, Loki didn't know. The driver hadn't said anything. Loki didn't know if the man was just minding his own business, or if he actually didn't see anything. It was a relief to him though, considering he didn't know if he could live through the embarrassment of getting caught. He just hoped the driver didn't tell his father.

Looking back at it, Loki questioned what had made him do that. After all, it wasn't something one does to a friend. But a friend also didn't kiss a friend on the forehead and wish them a good night. Maybe it was just a Clint thing. Though, Loki didn't remember hearing him saying it to anyone else. The thought of Clint doing that to the others sent a pang through his heart. Jealousy? It couldn't be. That was absolutely preposterous. That would mean Loki was feeling something towards Clint. And he just didn't think that was a good idea. It could make things awkward if Clint found out, and Loki didn't want to risk losing a friend, when he had so little of them already.

Too soon for Loki's liking, he was pulling up in front of his house. Now Loki was ready to panic. He didn't know how his parents would react. He was especially dreading his mothers anger. It was something Loki rarely saw, she was always such a nice woman. He knew his father would be mad, he just didn't know to what extent. Grabbing his stuff, he walked out of the car and into the front door, only to be greeted by Thor.

His brother looked surprised to see him. Then pleased. Then angry. "Brother! What is the meaning of your tardiness?"

"Where is mother?" Loki asked, ignoring his brothers question.

"In fathers study." Thor replied, looking grave. "They are discussing you."

"Is it that bad?"

"Indeed. I suggest you go up there, before you worry them any further."

So Loki headed up the stairs, his stomach churning with each step. Briefly stopping to drop his belongings on his bed, he noticed something was wrong. He didn't have time to examine what it was, as he ran out of his room at the sound of yelling.

"BUT THAT'S THE PROBLEM, YOU NEVER THINK!" He heard his mother shouting. Instantly he knew it was bad, his mother didn't even raise her voice, never mind yelling.

"DON'T YELL AT ME, WOMAN." His father yelled back. Whatever his mother's reply was, was lost on her lips as Loki stumbled into the room. Instead she flung herself at her youngest son and wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, Loki. Why didn't you call and say you'd be home late?" He hugged his mother back, ready to reply when his fathers gruff voice said, "Don't coddle the boy, Frigga. There's no excuse for his this. He was given a time to return, and he failed to be home at said time."

Loki's mother released him and turned around. "I think you're over reacting, Odin."

"Over reacting?" His father scoffed. "How hard can it be to return home on time?"

"Father," Loki said, and instantly regretted it seeing the scathing look on the old mans face. "I can explain."

"Silence!" He told Loki. "Go to your room."

Loki did as he was told, throwing his mother an apologetic glance before retreating out of the room and down the hall to his bed room. Once he was there he flopped down on his bed. Now his father was yelling at his mother and it was all his fault. Loki waited for an hour for someone to come in and talk to him. Finally he gave up and decided to do his homework instead. It wasn't a lot of work, but Loki was so distracted that it took him almost an hour to complete.

Once he was done, he stared at the door, still waiting for it to open. When it finally did, he was both relieved and more nervous than before.