Hi again. Another chapter, yay! I don't own Avengers, Marvel does. Oh, this one is in Loki's P.O.V

I didn't expect to find a boy in my chair. If I did it would have been Thor or Coulson but not Tony Stark. I'd heard of him Hell, everyone had. Or at least his father Howard Stark. I had forgotten that the genius prodigy went to this college. And to find him looking through my pile of books was quite a shock. I had to admit, the boy had a certain charm about him that is hard to miss. Once he left I flopped into the beanbag chair, happy to sink into it. With one of the Greek books propped on my giraffe legs, I read. With no classes today, my day was booked with books.

"Loki! Brother!" Thor tried to whisper-hiss. Of course, Thor couldn't whisper to save his life. Ms. Vine glared at him then, me. I stood and stalked over to my golden haired brother.

"Thor what do you want?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes. Please be important this time. Usually he came to me with "exciting news" which really turned out to him finding a cute puppy or something like that. Thor grinned at me.

"I found a male willing to date you." He grinned. My jaw dropped. What?! The last boyfriend I had tried to beat me senseless. No thank you, didn't need that noise. Leave me with my books.

"What? Thor are you crazy? Do you remember Josh?" I snapped at him, throwing my hands up. Thor's face crashed down, making his puppy face. Now I'm in trouble. That face got me in so much trouble as a child.

"Please Loki? This boy, he is nice and kind. Like you." He tried. Adding in the face. Well shit. I couldn't say no to Thor, neither could the rest of the world. I sighed deeply.

"Alright. Fine. I'll meet this guy." Thor's grin widened. "Only because it will stop the puppy face." I pointed out. Thor grinned again.

"You won't regret this brother!" Thor called as he galloped out of the library. I sighed again and dropped into the beanbag chair.

XxXx

I really didn't want to go to this. First off, Thor wouldn't tell me anything about this guy except that he was nice and kind. Kinda the same thing there Thory. But whatever. Thor had told me to dress better then I do. Which was usually torn up jeans and random shirts I found at thrift shops. So, I grabbed the less holey jeans and a plain black shirt. I tried to tame my hair but that's impossible. Yea, that works. I shrugged and looked at my phone. It was only 6:30, I was meeting the guy at seven. Looks like I can read for a little bit. Yay. I dropped onto my twin bed, grabbed one of the Roman books and propped it on my giraffe legs.

"Loki can you open the door? I locked myself out again!" My roommate, Bruce called. I sighed and twisted the door open for him. He smiled at me. "Thanks." I nodded and looked at the clock. 6:45. Fine. I set my book down and grabbed my shoes. "Where you going?" Bruce asked, fixing his glasses.

"Thor set me up with some guy." I replied. Bruce chuckled. I threw a book at him. It missed and thumped the wall behind him.

"Shut up Bruce! He could be really nice." I was defending a guy I'd never met before. Bruce sobered up.

"You're right Lok, I'm sorry but really? Thor set you up?" He raised an eyebrow. I shrugged sheepishly. "Alright. Let me know how that goes." He waved a dismissive hand at me.

"I will." I skipped out of the room and walked out of the building. The night was cool and I wished I had my hoodie. I hunched up my shoulders at the breeze that blew every once and a while. Finally, I got to the school's coffee shop. Inside was warm and smelled like coffee and wood. I found a table and sat. Thor said the guy would find me.

After five minutes of waiting, a guy came up to my table. I looked up at him. He was pretty plain looking, light brown hair, blue eyes and glasses. "Loki?" He asked. I nodded. He sat down across from me. "My name is Jeff." He replied. Boring name. I thought. We chatted easily, he was majoring in English, I in Mythology. We each drank about two cups of our preferred drink, coffee for my, hot chocolate for him. We left at about nine, Jeff giving me a quick hug. I nodded and said I would talk to him soon. We departed. Well, that was boring. I walked back to the dorms, kicking a rock down the sidewalk.

I was almost to the dorms when I heard someone crying. At least I think it was crying. I turned to the left and saw that guy from earlier. Tony Stark? I nudged his shoulder. He turned to look at me. His brown eyes were rimmed red, his nose was running. "Loki?" He asked, slurring. Drunk and crying. I sighed and knelled next to him.

"What happened Tony?" I asked, placing my hand on his back. He flinched at it so I took it away.

"My dad." He slurred out, rubbing at his eyes. I nodded. "He-he's sick." Tony finished. I pulled him up.

"So you went and got drunk? How does that help him?" I asked, hooping an arm around his waist to keep him up. Tony shrugged his shoulders. "Do you live near here Tony?" He pointed in front of us. Helpful.

"My car is right there. I was..trying to see Bruce and I...fell." Makes sense now.

"Okay well you should go home you are pretty drunk right now." I told him. He staggered towards his car. I jogged after him, realizing I just told a drunk to drive home. He did drive this far. No. Can't let him drive. "Tony! Let me drive you home." I grabbed his shoulder. He simply handed me the keys and staggered to the old Mustang parked crookedly. I made sure he was buckled up correctly before getting in the driver's seat. Luckily, it wasn't a stick shift. "um, where am I going?" I asked.

"To the Dream Street apartments." He muttered. Oh. Just down the street. I nodded and sped towards the apartments.

So yea. Not the best thing in the world.