"You imbecile! You nearly got us killed!" Loki screamed as Tony rushed forward to restrain him.
"Whoa there, Reindeer Games, Thor never said that you were in the accident, only that some idiot rammed into him," Tony said, puzzled. Loki whipped his head back to Thor. His cheeks turned 3 shades of red as he regained his composure.
"Why, darling brother, did you lie?" Loki asked in a venomously silky voice. Loki turned to face the others. "It seems that not only my dear brother forgot to add that I had been in the crash as well, but he seems to have forgotten that he was the idiot that crashed into a tree on a otherwise deserted road. I'm also assuming that he didn't mention that I had a concussion, a dislocated shoulder, scalp damage, and internal cranial injuries? Did he tell you that the only person who came to see me was my mother, who doesn't even share my blood? Well? DID HE?! Loki yelled, his voice increasing in volume until silence swept through the room like a silent dove. Nobody moved, stunned, until Thor spoke.
"He lies."
Loki felt dizzy. His senses numbed until it felt like he was moving through water, and he barely sensed a pair of strong arms catch him as he swam into oblivion.
Beep. Beep. Beep. THAT INCESSANT BEEPING! Loki opened his eyes to see the worried face of Tony staring down at him and his mother pacing in the corner in a business suit. She walked briskly forward, kissed his cheek, and smoothed his hair.
"Sorry, love, but I have a business meeting in Japan tomorrow morning. I have to leave. Let this young man take care of you. Goodbye, darling!" Frigga called as she walked out of the door. Loki sat up, awkwardly staring at Tony, only inches from his lips. Tony cleared his throat and straightened up.
"So, Reindeer Games, ya fainted after Thor was a dick to you, but I caught you when ya fainted. You've been out for an hour. You were right, Tasha got it out of him." At this Loki shuddered. Natasha scared him, though she was his best friend. "Sorry about that, Lokester, but they don't call you Silvertongue for nothing. We're obviously going to be suspicious," Tony said bracingly. Loki nodded wearily. His head hurt like a bitch. His brother was a jerk. Nobody loved him. Loki flopped back onto the bed while Tony nodded goodbye and left the room.
A day later Loki was released from the hospital. He wearily traipsed the four mile walk back to the dorms, as Thor had taken Mjolnir, his beautiful, newly repaired car back already. Loki remembered horribly how he had discovered that he had to share a floor with his not-brother. He had just met the RA, Phil Coulson, and his roommate, Steve, when Thor had bounded up with Jane at his side and announced that he had specifically asked to share a floor with Loki. Loki winced, and had then met Tony, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce. Loki and Natasha got along best, but he and Clint were at odds after an incident in which Loki had hacked Clint's Siri. Bruce had been polite, and Tony his usual arrogant self. This was five months ago. It was now January at Marvel University. Loki was awoken from his reverie by a sharp ringing from his cell phone. He answered it without looking.
"Hello, Loki." Loki was startled at the harsh, grating voice of his not-father. Odin.
Loki nearly dropped the phone as he held it with shaking hands.
"O-odin."
"Answer me as sir, boy. I heard about your crash. Why didn't you die? You should've died. I would've thanked Thor for ridding us of you. There is no room for abominations in the house of Odin. Especially gay faggots like you. You were the biggest mistake I ever made, all because Frigga wanted a son and was too barren to give it." Odin sneered. "You were a tiny little runt, a monster. My enemy's son, and I saved you because of my love for Frigga. I should've let you die. Why don't you die now? Better late than never." Loki felt himself breaking, a thin veil of pride the only thing stopping him from bursting into tears. He hung up on the call and almost pressed the block button. Almost, but he never could. Just the same way all he wanted to do was please Odin, but he never could. So he did the second best thing. Loki trudged up to his dorm room. Steve was sitting on the couch, reading a book about World War I. Loki passed him to his bedroom. He locked the door and went to the small desk, opening the uppermost drawer on the left. He found what he was looking for, a small matchbox. He slid it open and pulled out the only item inside. A razor blade.