Slightly Chaotic

By RedOnes

The familiar golden glow of the Castle Asgard greeted Loki's eyes as he stirred awake. It no longer interested him as it used to; after all, it was never going to be his, so why should he care?

Rising slowly, he leaned against the headboard of his bed. It was to be the last day spent at the castle before being shipped off to another: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Needless to say, he still wasn't sure whether or not he was looking forward to it. After all, he enjoyed the solitude of having his own room, the only perks to the Castle Asgard he could think of. The dorms were a feature lost on him.

His feet hit the floor without a noise as he got up, a habit Loki just couldn't quite break. He stalked over to his dresser, taking out his usual outfit of green in black, coincidentally matching perfectly to his house colors. He didn't necessarily plan on ever sporting the slytherin style, it was rather a thing that just happened by chance.

After he was finished dressing, he was startled by a loud knocking on his bedroom door. "Brother! It's time for breakfast!" the voice boomed, always too loud. It almost came as a relief to Loki that he didn't have to be blood related to that oaf of a 'brother' he had. But whether or not they were truly related never seemed to hold much of a grasp on Thor, something that Loki wished dearly wasn't so. He much preferred being in solitude, after all.

But it was one more day until he could be secure in the Slytherin dungeons, and Thor as far away as possible on the northernmost tower. Everything he needed was already tucked away in his trunk beside his bed, with his hawthorn wand resting nicely on top of it. After a moment's hesitation, he went over and quickly hid it in his cloak pocket. He had no intention of going to breakfast, anyway.

Cracking open the door as quietly as possible, Loki made his escape through the hall window, sliding down a rope rather well-disguised with a disillusionment charm. He jumped forward, landing lightly on the grass. He began walking towards the forest surrounding the castle, a path that was muscle memory by that point in his life. After all, he had been exploring the forests since he was eight.

Little marks in the pine trees led Loki to the one place he had been more than any other: a tiny clearing with a stone circle laid out in the middle. He'd spent hours laying there, thinking about whatever it was he thought of at the moment. Well, this is the last time I can do this for a while, he thought, before forcing himself to focus on something else. It was a sentiment he didn't want to think about; he'd much rather contemplate the cloud formations instead.

"Goodbye, dear! I'll be sending letters."

Tony sighed. "Of course, Mom. I love you."

"Do well, son." His father nodded.

"Yeah, bye Dad."

And with that, Tony boarded the Hogwarts Express for his trip to his sixth year at wizarding school. He didn't try to hold back his annoyance as he sat down in his usual compartment. Do well? That's all he got? His father could really be a dick sometimes. Scratch that, all the time. And even though that was always what happened, that didn't stop it from hurting.

"Oh, Tony! Hey, I didn't think you'd get here before me." A familiar voice greeted him. Bruce, his best friend since first year, sat down across from him. "You don't look too happy."

"It's nothing, good old pops just decided that I was being too much of an annoyance, and decided we should leave early."

Tony couldn't be more happy to be out of his house and back on his way to Hogwarts. He hadn't been able to see his friends all summer break, and it had nearly driven him insane. It felt like the only thing that really kept him from losing it was experimenting with the muggle technology he hid in his study room. He could only imagine what would happen if his father took that away from him, too… After all, what big ministry official would want their son to be obsessed with muggle things? It would be such a disgrace to the Stark family name…

"You're getting lost in thought again, aren't you?" Bruce asked, even though the answer was obvious. Tony huffed.

"Yeah, am I."

He was fully prepared to start ranting when two faces appeared in the doorway. "Hey guys!"

Clint and Natasha took their seats, with Clint somehow not noticing Tony's sour attitude.

"God, I barely heard from either of you! Seriously, I thought you were dead, Tony." Clint laughed, unwrapping a chocolate frog. "I was basically stuck with Nat for the entire summer."

Tony didn't feel like saying anything back, something that surprised even himself, and instead leaned against the window with his brows still furrowed. As long as he was still in walking distance of his father when he was this close to freedom, he was on edge. But there was no point in fueling his anger any more.

Ten more minutes until the Hogwarts Express took off. He just had to wait until then. It really shouldn't be that hard, right?

A/N: Well, that's the first episode! It's shorter than I'd like it to be (barely over 2 pages) but I mean, there's really not much more to add for the beginning part. I'd like to start off with saying that this isn't gonna be a slash story, so yeah, in case you thought that here you go. But yeah! This is gonna be something I do in my freetime. I originally wrote the first part just to practice writing, but I came up with a story for it randomly so I might as well go with it. Anyway, that's all I have to say, so I hope you enjoyed it so far!