Whew, for no real reason, I took longer than I expected to to get this uploaded. I probably should stay away from anything long term. I'm just too fickle.

Shout out to Yumi! I'll have the smut on tumblr very soon, and I really appreciate all of your support. You can talk to me through my ask if you don't have a FF account. Okay! again, I don't own anything belonging to Marvel, the Police, or Sting. Thank you.

Clint was absolutely glowing with bliss, a smile continually brightening his face and his hand always shooting up to answer all of his teacher's questions. They were past the point of "Mr. Laufeyson" and onto "Loki," and they may have been to the point of "Clint baby."

There were only minutes of class left; Loki had left the room and everyone was left to work on their assignments.

"Hey. Barton," a guy two desks away leered. "I bet you get all kinds of extra after-class help."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Clint frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. His mood was pushed under a layer of defense, but it didn't die completely. He jerked, making an obscene motion with his pelvis below the desk. Clint flipped him off and looked down at his notebook.

"Yeah, Barton, you bangin' the teacher?" Clint's face burned with resentment and humiliation, gritting his teeth. His head ducked around, the way most people do when they're cracking their necks. He bit his lip, restraining any curses that begged to be let out. Clint's fingers closed inwards, his thumbs fixed to his palms.

"Dude, leave him alone."

"Laufeyson's hot, I could totally see why he would." A guy two rows to the right took his earbuds out and looked around, his expression asking what was going on. The kid behind him whispered. "Clint's screwing Laufeyson." He responded with "Are you serious? That's disgusting."

Loki had passed the teachers' lounge on his way to the printing room to retrieve some handouts. He overheard his name and paused in the doorway. listening in.

"-that Barton kid." "He's in my fifth period, he's such a smart kid. How did he get into such a dumb position? Having a relationship with a teacher; one of the same sex no less!" "I bet it's all Laufeyson. He has a way with words, you know. Could get you to kill your own mother and believe it was the best thing to do." "I think it's all lies. Just a harmless crush on the kid's part." "Are you serious? Watch them leave the building tonight. They may as well walk hand in hand through the lot." "This sounds like a bunch of garbage-"

"Hey!" Loki welcomed himself into the lounge. "Something seems to have gone missing from my room. Have any of you seen Travis around?" Travis was room 317's, Loki's room, afternoon custodian. They all froze, probably all thinking "Speak of the devil."

"Nope." One of the math teachers spoke up. "What is it that you're missing?"

"Oh, nothing of any real importance. I just cannot seem to find my tea thermos. I know for a fact that I did not bring it home yesterday."

"I see. I'll let you know if I see it," the same teacher said.

"Alright. I'll be going now, I have to get back to my class before the bell rings." Loki turned away from them, zipping from the printing room back to his class.

Clint was breathing in an overworked, ragged way, his eyes gleaming with ghosts of tears. There were cherry red lines seeping from his bottom lip where his teeth were digging in. Loki returned, and the sight gave him a terrible shock. He heard the whispers borne of the louder voices he picked up from the hall.

His hand went to the left portion of his chest, his heart was literally stopping. Clint turned his head to see Loki caving in on himself, dropping to his knees and left hand. The other still clung to his shirt, trying to get to his heart.

Over whispers of "fucking nasty," "I bet he sucks his dick," and "oh stop it, you're just being an asshole," the final thing he heard was his own name, a familiar yelp of "LOKI!"