Loki was meandering through the ever changing hallways. He felt at home here. the fact that these staircases were never the same. The fact that doors appeared and reappeared. He loved it. He felt like the school was sending him a sign. That it accepted him for what he was. He couldn't even help his changes sometimes. Sometimes emotion took over him and he just...
Well anyways, that's why they had to come to Hogwarts and not something a little closer to home. He was crushed when he was separated from his friends by the sorting hat. Slytherin did not suit his noble ideals. But he actually quickly fit in. He was surprised. His classmates loved his pranks. He often snuck things into the dorm. Once he had even tried to sneak the giant squid from the lake but that had ended before it begun when his brother found him.
Oh Thor. They were as different as night and day. People had a hard time believing they were brothers. He had a hard time believing it himself sometimes. He was dark, skinny and witty. Thor was fair-haired, built and well... a little dim sometimes. But he loved his brother. Even looked up to him at times. Which is why it hurt when he had been sorted into the house so strongly opposing his brother's.
"Laufeyson, what are you doing?" She appeared before him, out of nowhere. He hated when she did that.
He scowled. "I was having a nice thought until someone so rudely interupted me." He face turned soft, sympathetic. Loki did not believe the mask for a second. They were in the same house for a reason. He kept his guard up.
"I'm sorry. I thought maybe you had seen Clint. What were you thinking about? Still feel badly that you and your brother are enemies?" Loki had confided in her his first year, hoping they'd be friends. She quickly blackmailed him with the information he had given her. Never again.
"Brother and I are not enemies! I know not why you torment me so, Natasha, but do leave me be."
"You talk like a fairy sometimes." She sniffed. In truth, she had respect for Loki. But she didn't show her soft side. Especially not to people like him.
"I have not seen your boyfriend. I repeat. Leave me be!" Loki's wand hand twitched.
"A little trigger happy, aren't we?" She pouted her lip out at him and turned to go.
"I'll leave you be but he's not my boyfriend. See you at dinner. And... sorry I interupted your thought." She sashayed away.
Loki admired her backsided for a minute then sighed. He wished he could understand that girl.
"Out of my way!"
The Ravenclaw, Tony Stark, plowed into Loki from behind. He was running top speed. Loki only just managed to keep on his feet.
"Perhaps, I shall just go back to the common room."