Victor:

Lunch was awkward to say the least. Logan was watching Victor out of the corner of his eye while the sophomore studiously ignored him. Loki and Tony were laughing and flirting like crazy while Raven rolled her eyes and pretended to gag for Victor's benefit. He didn't find it to funny though, not while Logan was staring at him like this, his dark eyes intense and shadowed even under the bright fluorescents of the cafeteria.

"Victor" Loki was saying, trying to draw his attention back to reality.

"Hm?" He asked, smiling at the sight of Tony and Loki sitting close together, he knew that they had to be holding hands under the table, he could tell by their smiles and the way they glanced at each other with conspiring looks in their eyes.

"Want to go to the movies this weekend?" There was something sympathetic in his gaze and Victor knew that Loki hadn't missed the tension between him and Logan, especially compared to the way they had been acting this morning, as if no one else mattered in the world.

"Sure" he turned away even more from Logan, no matter how much Victor wanted to talk to him, no matter how drawn to this guy he was, Logan really needed to figure out whatever the hell it was that he wanted before Victor was going to get involved with him. "What should we watch?"

"Well" Tony starts with the air of someone who knows that he's about to start an argument "I wanted to go see the Grey."

"EW, no" Victor and Loki said at the same time and they both turned to grin at each other.

"You first Victor" Loki smirked, sitting forward, placing his elbows on the table and leaning on them so his collarbone become even more pronounced than usual under the thin material of his tee-shirt, Victor saw Tony glance at Loki and swallow, a light blush coloring his tan cheeks. Victor resisted the urge to glance at Logan to see how he was taking that. He also resisted the urge to do the same thing as Loki, maybe start a little unconscious (on Loki's part) battle for Logan.

"Well, you see Tony. We are quite the girly group"

"Speak for yourself" Logan growled, it was the first thing he had said since lunch had started and they all looked at him in surprise.

"Well except for that rippling example of masculinity right there." He nodded in Logan's direction with a smile coupled with his harsh tone. "But like I was saying, we are, with the exception of Logan, incredibly feminine. Movies full of sweaty, not very attractive guys, fighting wolves is not what we are into."

"Now sweaty, attractive guys fighting wolves is something else entirely." Loki grinned, nudging closer to Tony and waggling his eyebrows at him, causing the junior to flush even more.

Tony:

Ok, this boy would just be the death of him. This was just getting ridiculous. Loki should not have such an extreme effect on him. Tony barely knew the guy and yet he was being driven mad over him. When you're used to not caring about anyone except yourself, liking someone so much could be quite terrifying.

"So much flirt this early can't be healthy Lo'." Raven smirked in Loki's direction over the coffee that she had guilt-tripped Logan into skipping school to go buy her (the man is a total softie at heart).

Tony smiled gratefully at her as Loki fired back some offhanded comment and the two started mock fighting. She caught his glance and raised her eyebrows at him, letting him know that ok, she approved, and if Loki liked him then she did to.

Victor was smiling to, obviously ignoring Logan, who had been watching him the whole lunch period. Tony glanced between the two of them and nodded to Logan, drawing his attention. 'What's going on with you two?' Tony's gaze was saying as he flicked his eyes over at Victor. Logan shrugged and rolled his eyes. Either he had no idea, or he just didn't want to talk about it. But it was probably the latter.

The junior was watching Logan carefully, really feeling bad for him. He actually saw a lot of who he used to be in Logan, and he really did want to be friends with him.

He must have been spacing out because Loki was gripping his hand tighter and tugging at his sleeve.

"Tony" he whined, lips curving into a smile when Tony jumped and glanced over at him "If you keep gazing at my friends like that I'm going to have to get jealous."

Tony laughed and took Loki's other hand, intertwining their fingers "Hmm and I've heard that the hotter someone is the crazier they can be, how worrying…."

Loki snickered "Hun you have no idea just how crazy I can be." he muttered, smirk working its way across his face.

Tony reddened and glanced around, nobody was paying attention to them. Raven and Victor where engaged in some debate on whether or not it was worth it to pay the outrageous ticket price at the movies. Of course he would be the only one to hear these horrid things that Loki was saying, these things that were tying him up inside and warming the pit of his stomach.

Then the bell rang and Loki was still watching him, his bright eyes narrow and playful and slender hands interlaced with Tony's. Damn where had all of Tony Stark's famous smooth talking gone? Right out the window along with his sanity.

"You've got to get to class dear." Loki said softly, pulling Tony out of his daze and the junior shook his head and extracted his hands from Loki's, snatching up his backpack and leaning down to peck the shorter boy on the cheek. He glanced around, everyone was getting up and walking out of the cafeteria, throwing used food trays in the trash and shoving each other in their hurry to get out the door.

"I'll meet you outside after school, kay?"

"Alright" Loki was stepping close to him and looking up at Tony with that look that was pretty much universally known. That look when you lock eyes with the person and their gaze is open and trusting and you know it would be the perfect moment to kiss them….

But he was too much of a goddamn coward. So he just smiled uneasily and turned away, hoping Loki wouldn't see the conflict that was chasing its way across his expression.

Loki:

Tony didn't kiss him.

He didn't know why the hell not, Tony was a guy and he thought Loki was hot and Loki was right there, open and allowing it to happen. He had expected to be kissed right then and it didn't happen and somehow that made Tony that much more intriguing to him. This man was not like any other that he had met. And that was wonderful, and scary.

Logan was walking ahead of him, head down, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Victor and Raven had disappeared the second the bell rang so Loki sighed, shouldered his messenger bag and hurried up to Logan, slipping a hand through his crook of his arm.

"Hey" he smiled softly up at his friend "Sorry we haven't been hanging out lately." He babbled "I've just been getting the vibe that you didn't want to talk."

"Naw its fine Loki" Logan forced a smile on his face. "I was pissed and being immature."

"Why were you mad though?"

"It's nothing; you know how I get sometimes."

"That I do." Loki grinned then paused and bit his lip "Do you like Tony?"

"Actually yes" Logan smiled "He's a good guy Loki, he's making it hard for me to hate him."

"Aww over-protective Logan!" Loki snickered as they walked into study hall "How cute."

Logan:

The junior stayed quiet because Loki had completely misinterpreted what he had meant. He wanted to hate Tony because Tony had Loki and Logan wanted Loki. But he couldn't cause the guy actually was pretty alright.

And then there was Victor.

He was never far from Logan's thoughts anymore. Loki vs. Victor, damn, they were waging a war in his mind. Two beautiful, intelligent, funny, sweet teenagers, except one he had loved forever and the other he had just started to like. And if Loki was worth his love then why would he have started liking Victor in the first place? Now that was something to think on.

"So what's going on with you and Vic?" Loki asked, his green eyes twinkling with mirth as they sat down next to each other at a long table and Loki pulled out his notebooks.

"What do you mean?" Logan played as innocent as he possibly could, directing his gaze to the table top.

"Don't start with me Logan. I saw the way you two were acting this morning, all wrapped up in each other. But then he didn't even look at you today during lunch."

"Well….we've been hanging out more then we used to. And…I don't know, there was a….." he trailed off, embarrassed by all this deepness.

"A spark?" Loki guessed, smile returning to his face.

"Oh shut up." The junior muttered, running a large hand through his mussed hair.

"No, Logan I love it! The two of you would be wonderful together." The black haired sophomore leaned towards him, his voice going up an octave with his intensity. "You know Victor has always thought you were great. I bet he's liked you forever and is just realizing it now."

"Or he just gave up on me because he saw how I am with you." Logan said softly, finally looking up to meet Loki's gaze, wanting to see how he would take it. When the hell would Loki realize that he had been in love with him for years? It was ridiculous that someone this smart could be so thick.

Just like he expected, Loki drew back, a scared look overtaking his expression, of course he tried to play it off as nothing, hurry up and get moving on to some safer subject. "Oh come on Logan, Victor isn't that weak. He wouldn't give up just because you think somebody else is cute."

"You know that's not what I mean Loki. When are you going to accept that I'm in love with you?" There, he had said it. Those words that were terrifying in their blunt truth, they stayed there in the air between the two students. Now that he had said it those words were never going anywhere.

The two were staring at each other, both unsure on what to say next when the study hall teacher finally breezed into the classroom. "Alright, get to work!" she shouted, immediately hunkering down over her computer and completely ignoring the group of students who started talking again, even louder than before.

"You don't mean that." Loki murmured, almost to quiet for Logan to hear. He was looking so scared that all Logan wanted to do was take back his words and make things normal and safe again. But he had been doing that for years, it was time to finally get some answers.

"I do Loki, you know I do. I know that you're with Tony now, I'm fine with that. I just want you to know what I've been holding back."

"I'm not officially with him actually." Loki muttered, tracing an old pencil pattern on the desk with a single, pale finger and not meeting Logan's gaze.

"See there it is again. This school year you've been acting so strange. You used to flaunt everything about yourself. And now…..you're so insecure and closed off. It's like you're scared of being with someone, whether it's romantic or just as friends and I don't understand why." Loki stayed quiet so Logan leaned closer to him and snatched up his hands, his voice lowering to a whisper "Come on Loki, you can trust me, what happened?"

"I wish I could tell you." Loki's voice sounded strange, like he was speaking underwater, as if the words he was saying were literally being ripped out of him.

"You can, I promise." Logan was seriously frightened now, this was not normal, this was not the way his best friend should be acting.

"No, I really can't tell anyone. Please just believe me. I can't. Just trust that I have it under control."

"I don't know if I can do that Loki." Logan shifted in his chair, dropping his voice, hoping that the students glancing over at them would take the hint and look away.

"Well you're going to have to. Maybe when it's all over I can tell you but for now it's too risky."

"Loki your scaring me" Logan whispered, that was something he hadn't said since he was a little boy being taken away from his parents and thrown into foster care. 'I'm scared, you're scaring me.' He had thought that he had moved past such vulnerability years ago.

"I'm sorry Logan. This is why I haven't told you. I don't want you to spend all your time worrying about me." The smaller boy paused, finally looked up, his eyes were red, but he was blinking furiously to keep from crying in class. With what looked like a huge effort he swallowed hard and forced a smile on his face. "That's why you should focus on Victor; I can guarantee that he won't be as ridiculously girly as I am."

Logan smiled reluctantly "Girly or not your wonderful Lo."

"So is Victor, now tell me about what happened between you two."

Loki:

Well that had been scary. Everything had almost been found out. He had been on the cusp of telling Logan every single detail. But then he came to his senses. If he had told then Logan would want to go to the police, then there would be a trial where Fandral would tell everyone about his sick secret and he knew there wasn't enough evidence for him to win. He probably would be labeled as insane. Oh and his mother would be heartbroken, and his father would hate him even more then he already does.

He could never tell.

But what was up with Logan acting like this? Saying that he was in love with Loki, that was bad, but it couldn't be true right? Logan knew Loki to well to love him. He knew how terrible he was, it was amazing that he was even still hanging around him.

He was proud of him though, liking someone sweet like Victor. Someone that had a heart and didn't destroy everything he touched. He hoped that they would get together. Then at least two people he loved could have a happily ever after.

Raven:

She was in history with Eric, awesome. It was wonderful that this was the last class of her day. Ending the day with Eric was the best thing in the world.

She sat in the very front of the class, head resting on her hand, long hair falling into her eyes. She blew it out of her face impatiently already bored with the white; maybe she should die it blue over the weekend, or just chop it all off. 'Wonder how Eric likes short hair?' she mused, smiling softly to herself.

And elbow in her side cut off her fantasies and she glanced to the side to glare at Rouge. "What?"

The freshman smirked and twirled a finger around her dark hair "Want to be partners for the PowerPoint?"

"Yeah why not" Raven rolled her eyes as she flipped through the packet of topics that was going around the class.

She was opening up her laptop and pulling up PowerPoint when she noticed Rouge was staring at her. Raven resisted the urge to roll her eyes again "What Rouge?"

"How's Logan? I…..haven't talked to him in a while." The younger girl's expression was a little sad and lonely and Raven was hit with a sudden wave of sympathy. She had heard about Rouge's crush on Logan and the way she had annoyed Loki on the bus about it but she hadn't really taken it seriously before now. She defiantly understood how it felt to like someone who could never be with you, whether because it was illegal or because they loved someone else, it sucked either way.

"He's…..ok." She said softly "You know he's mainly into guys' right?" Ok a little blunt but she didn't want Rouge to think that Logan didn't like her because she wasn't cute enough or something stupid like that.

"I figured that out yeah."

"He liked you though, but just as a friend." Raven said, hoping to make the girl feel a little better.

"Yeah I know, it kind of sucks though."

Raven laughed "Believe me, I understand. If liking someone was easy it wouldn't be called a crush."

Rouge grinned reluctantly and looked at Raven with a new understanding and respect before leaning forward to help her with the project.

When the bell rang for class Raven was slow to pack up her things, Rouge waited with her, bright pink backpack slung over her shoulder, the rest of the class had emptied out and the two girls were headed for the door when Professor Lehnsherr called for them to stop.

"Raven could I speak with you for a moment?"

She stopped immediately, feeling warmth spread throughout her body. "Of course" she smiled at the teacher. "I'll see you later Rouge."

"Kay" The freshman was looking back and forth the two of them, dark eyes wide and conflicted but at Raven's words she seemed reassured and walked out of the classroom.

Eric walked over to the door and closed it, the click of the door echoing throughout the classroom.

"Don't you have to grade papers or something Professor?" Raven asked, purposely not using his first name, she didn't know if that would be appropriate or accepted, he was confusing her, the look on his face….

"No, it's fine, I'd rather put off my work."

"What did you want to talk to me about then?"

He actually looked nervous…whoa, that made Raven feel like a bit of a badass.

"Um….well…..I don't think the way you and I have been acting is very…..appropriate. And that is mostly my fault, and I'm very sorry but I believe we ought to re-establish some boundaries. Our relationship…..god I shouldn't even be saying that word. We are a teacher and student and that's it, right Raven?" Oh my god, he was actually babbling, he looked terribly freaked out.

"Of course, I…..I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I'm really sorry Professor." Well now she felt like shit, Raven noticed the bruised shadows under his eyes and somehow instinctively knew that he and Professor X had been fighting and it was because of her, and all the special attention that Eric had been paying her.

"No Raven, don't be sorry. It's my fault; the way I've been acting…..it was wrong. I apologize." His face looked wretched and Raven wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him, wanted to hold him close and take away that horrible tiredness in his expression.

"Eric" she whispered "I don't want you to be sorry." the single syllable was a caress on her lips.

Oh his eyes widened when she said his first name, he crossed the few steps it was to reach her with quick jerking little steps and then they were close, so close. All of these months of class together, hours spent after school, the way they would lock eyes across the classroom. It all flashed across her eyes as Eric reached up a hand to push back her curtain of pale hair. His breath hitched in his throat, she could hear the tiny gasp that he made and she felt it echoed in the pit of her stomach. His eyes were glazed over, unaware of anything it seemed like.

Then he was closer, pressing near to her, there was only maybe an inch of space between the two of them. God he was right there in front of her and she could see the lines cut into the corners of his eyes and each individual eyelash, the way his lips were shaped. He was more real and human to her then than he had ever been.

Eric:

There she was. Right there in front of him. She was small, much shorter then he was, shorter then Charles even, his mind whispered, laughing cruelly at the situation he had gotten himself into. Shit Charles. What the fuck was he doing?

But she was still right in front of him, little and delicate, bleached white hair long and falling in waves around her shoulders, her eyes were big and surrounded by long black lashes, mascara was smudged on those lashes messily as if she had been running late this morning. He smiled and touched her cheek again with light fingers, he felt as if anything more would break her into a million little pieces. He couldn't remember ever wanting to be this gentle with someone. Maybe with Charles, he had been, at the beginning, but then Charles had proved to be so strong, so much stronger than he was. He didn't think this little girl was that strong.

He leaned closer, his head angling downward towards hers, she rose up on her tiptoes and their lips grazed together. Just a tiny shock of contact and then the phone rang, harsh and blunt in the thick silence of the room. They jumped away from each other and Raven skittered in the opposite direction, falling against one of the desks with a loud thump and then straightening up, blush rising to her cheeks.

Eric avoided her stare and picked up the phone, wincing when he heard who was on the other end.

"Hello Charles."

Charles:

He hated being ruled by his emotions like this. Eric was always telling him not to get so worked up over ridiculous things. But he couldn't help it; he knew way to much about the mind and how people worked. He and Eric had both been so overworked and stressed out lately, it wouldn't surprise anyone if something happened between him and some pretty, misunderstood teenager.

But he trusted Eric, he loved him, they had been together for 10 years, he shouldn't still be worried that he would move on to someone else, someone cuter and less geeky, someone cooler that didn't analyze every single word that was said.

Charles sighed and let his head drop onto the table, arms splaying out and knocking over a few papers.

"Charles?" Storm called from the open doorway.

Said teacher glanced up through his mussed brown hair at his student teacher/best friend. "I'm fine, you can go home if you want." he muttered, noticing that the hallways had already cleared out; he probably should go home soon to.

"You sure?" she asked, eyes narrow and concerned "Everything alright with Eric?"

"Of course, don't worry so much hun. Go home and have a bottle of wine in front of the TV."

"Don't you mean glass?" she asked, laughter dancing its way across her expression.

"Oh, well apparently I've been doing it wrong my whole life." He drawled, running a quick hand through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and rolling his shirt sleeves up, pulling his grade book towards him.

Storm accepted his show of nonchalance and smiled at him, throwing a wave over her shoulder as she turned to leave. "See you tomorrow Char!"

"Bye" he called softly back, pushing his grade book away the second she was out of sight and grabbing his cell phone from his desk drawer, keying in a number he knew better than his own.

"Hello Charles" Eric picked up after only two rings; he sounded odd, tense, nervous even. He wasn't used to hearing that in Eric's voice.

"What happened?" Charles asked, damn when had his voice turned so hard and mean sounding?

"What are you talking about darling?" It wasn't a question; they both knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Don't leave, don't let her leave, I'm coming over there." His words were commanding, they filled up the conversation, the room, the whole school.

"Darling what are you talking about?" Eric repeated, his voice sounded stressed and thin, the way he always sounded when he was trying to keep his emotions in check and Charles's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't call me that when I'm this upset, and don't play dumb when we both know you are far from it." He whispered into the phone, cradling it against his cheek and picking up his backpack, slinging over his shoulder and hurrying out of the room.

"I'm sorry."

"So there is something to be sorry for." The psychology teacher said softly, letting his eyes close for a half second, drawing in a huge breath and trying to ground himself, it didn't work. The world was spinning around and everything he knew as normal was crashing. He shook his head and quickened his pace.

"Yes, I…..shit." Eric murmured, he sounded just as distraught as Charles felt and the man felt a little trickle of sympathy. This wasn't all Eric's fault, he had done something wrong but everyone had those little moments of insanity right? He turned into the history hallway and quickly located Eric's classroom. The door was shut and Charles bit his lip, it was chapped from too many long nights of worrying at it, it seemed like all he had been doing lately was worry. As he opened the door he hit end on the call.

Eric was standing by his desk, phone still pressed against his ear, his dark hair was messy and there were lines cut into his face that Charles couldn't remember ever having seen before. Then across the room was Raven. She was standing against one of the desks, backpack hanging off her shoulder and expression shocked.

"Professor X" she whispered, eyes filling up with tears, she bowed her head and covered her face with her hands. Charles felt terribly for her, she was just a teenager; she shouldn't be mixed up in something as adult as this.

"It's alright Raven." He said quietly, completely ignoring Eric, walking over to her and helping her into a chair, he pushed back her long white hair from her face and forced her to meet his gaze. "You're not in trouble just tell me what happened."

Thor:

When school was finally over Thor waved quick goodbyes to his friends, sent Sif an apology message for whatever it was that he had done wrong this time and hurried out to the parking lot. He was in his truck and turning up the radio when Steve knocked on his window, all American grin plastered across his tan face.

"Hey man!" he called through the window

Thor smiled and rolled it down, bracing his elbows against the car door and leaning forward. "What's up bro?"

"Clint's parents are out of town tonight, it'll be a rager."

Both blonde seniors laughed in anticipation of what was sure to be a fun night.

"You know I'm there." Thor said "Just text me the time later today, I'll pick you up."

"Alright!" Steve slammed the side of the truck with an open palm, ecstatic and as he turned away he shoved a hand up in the air, high fiving Loki as he walked past him.

"What's he on about?" The younger brother asked, smiling and leaning on the open window, getting all up in Thor's personal space. "Did you finally accept his proposal to be friends with benefits?"

"Just because of that one time when we were both really drunk….." Thor whined, turning down his music and pouting at Loki, vaguely taking notice of how happy his brother looked.

"Thor, I found you two spooning on your bed…..and Steve was the big spoon!"

"I've obviously come in at an interesting part of this conversation." Tony smirked his way up to the pair of brothers and looped an arm around Loki's waist, catching his thin fingers in the sophomore's belt loops. "Hey Thor." He smiled charmingly at the older boy and Thor couldn't help but like him for that easy, simple grace about him. Though that possessive arm mangled around his baby brother's waist was pissing him off a bit. But Loki's brows were climbing his hairline and his tight expression was warning him to stay cool so Thor did.

"Hi Tony, Loki do you want a ride home?" he asked, keeping his voice carefully polite. Loki actually looked happy, open and alert for once and he didn't want to ruin that by being rude to his boyfriend.

"No, Tony can give me a ride right?" Loki glanced over at the junior, smiling; his black hair had been tossed around by the wind and rain and was starting to curl. Thor bit his lip, smiling inwardly, knowing how Loki hated his hair to curl. He thought it made him look childish.

"Of course" Tony's grin looked like it was going to split his face in half. Thor liked him more now, obviously this guy was absolutely gone over his brother, and he only hoped that Loki wouldn't break his heart.

Tony:

Today rocked. He had an arm around Loki and Thor was allowing it! And Loki was allowing it!

He guided the sophomore away from his brother as the truck roared to life and sped out of the parking lot. Loki turned and smiled at him and then raised his eyebrows at the arm that encircled his waist. "Bit possessive today aren't we?"

Tony's arm shot away "Oh sorry"

A smirk spread across Loki's face "I didn't say that I didn't like It." then his fingers were touching Tony's forearm and sliding down his arm until their hands were interlaced. "I like this better though."

Tony grinned "Ok" he couldn't manage anything more eloquent or witty, not when he was feeling like this, so wanted and accepted. Had he ever held hands with anyone? Maybe Pepper, but that had just been as best friends, whenever one of them needed a shoulder to cry on or something. Other than that he had never had an actual relationship, one where he really wanted to spend time with the person. And thinking of Pepper…he really did miss her, and she would adore Loki.

"So sometime I want you to meet a friend of mine."

"Oh really?" Loki sounded intrigued "An ex?"

"Well actually yes we dated in like, middle school, but we're mostly just best friends."

Loki smiled "That's so sweet." And he sounded sincere for once, and maybe even a little jealous. "Boy?"

"Girl, her names Pepper, she's very bossy and likes weird music, you'll like her. We were both in the same middle school and then dropped out in 8th grade to be homeschooled."

"Why?" They were walking towards Tony's Volvo, groups of kids were looking at it, awed by something new and different from the beat up vans and trucks that plagued the school parking lot.

"Oh, well you know how this town is, not very accepting of the kids who were leather and dye their hair. We were total outcasts and our parents were both rich enough to afford tutors so it worked out fine." Tony held open the passenger side door for Loki and then crossed to the other side of the car, waving off groups of students who wanted to engage this new, obviously loaded kid.

"Did you dye your hair?" Loki asked, fighting back a laugh.

"Um, yes, in 7th grade I had purple streaks. It's amazing that people actually believed that I was straight honestly."

Loki was watching him; eyes not as soft as they had been a minute ago, Tony avoided his glance, focusing on the road as he pulled out of the parking lot. "So, what did you pretend to be straight or something?"

"Honestly you're the first guy I've been with." Tony said quietly, choking out what he had been so scared of saying. And now it all came out in a rush. "I was terrible for a while Loki, even just last year. I was really fucked up, I partied all the time, drinking, smoking, I hooked up with ever girl in sight."

"Why?" Loki was still staring at him, bright eyes wide and confused.

"I suppose I was just trying to hide myself. I was…..really confused about everything. So…..I don't know how to be with a guy Loki. I'm trying, but I feel like I'm just going to do everything wrong." They had stopped at a red light, the car idled, and Tony wished that his car wasn't in such perfect shape so it would make some noise to fill up this awkward silence.

"Tony…" Loki's voice sounded different, chocked up, affectionate. When the junior turned to look at him, preparing himself mentally for the worst Loki reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, jerking him towards him and pressing their lips together.

The kiss was different, not quite perfect, their noses bumped together but damn Loki was a good kisser. He smiled into Tony's mouth and pecked the corner of his lips gently. Tony groaned in displeasure when Loki pulled away, already missing the taste of coffee and mint gum in his mouth. The black haired boy smiled "You didn't do that wrong. I think you'll be just fine Tony."

Ohmygod guys I'm so sorry this took so ridiculously long. RL was insane this past week, so it's been nice getting caught up in my little imaginary world over here. I do hope you liked it. 2 chapters left I think and then I've already planned out the sequel that I'll be writing for this. Hit that little author alert button if you're interested in that at all, I promise it'll be full of Loki and Tony being cute.

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