-This is kind of longer than the other two...sorry?
I couldn't physically write these apart,
they all kind of lead into one another...enjoy I guess
sorry for the previous spelling mistakes, thanks for pointing them out and I'm going back to correct :)
Hazel-

Loki knocked on the class door, clutching his papers in his hand he had received from the head of the university. He was accepted and given his classes immediately, it was quiet obvious she was impressed with his fake application and education. After hearing a murmured 'come in' he opened the door and shuffled in.

It was what he expected; a large board dressed in a million words and scribbling's in scruffy handwriting, on the opposite side to the room, stairs of desks lay, with a laptop to each person. All eyes were on him but it didn't make him nervous as Loki walked up to the teacher. He was old and sour looking, with faded grey eyes hidden behind a pair of old rounded glasses, he had dim white short hair and terrible grey stubble, his skin broken and pale, reminding Loki of a friend from Asgard, one of the only other sorcerers from his world.

He held out a chalked hand to Loki, not as a form of greeting but rather indicating to the papers in his hands. Loki handed over the papers, the silence uncomfortable in the room as the older man looked down at them, he rolled his eyes, screwing up the note and throwing it in the direction of the bin.

"Well- Locke is it?"

"Actually it's pronounced Loki." The man rolled his eyes at the new comer, moving back to his desk. A few sniggers erupted, Loki casted his eyes over the classroom, earing silence as he eyed each individual.

"Take a seat so we can continue." Loki looked to find an empty seat; he was unlucky for it to be next to a woman. He didn't hate woman, it's just on this planet Loki's only experience with Misgardian ladies was overly flirtatious and dumb struck. He climbed up the stair case, pulling out the chair and sat, feeling the unwanted gaze of the lady trail up and down his body. He pulled out his charged laptop and notebook, nodding to the teacher to continue.

"Right let's begin then, let's start you guy's off simple. You're given three options." Loki watched as the older man swiped his arm across the chalk board, drawing three nearly identical boxes. "One of the boxes contains everything you could ever want in life, may that be fame, wealth, happiness or love…the other two contain absolutely nothing. Loki?" Loki looked at his teacher, the classmates turning to face the questioned student. "Because you're the only name I know, which box would you pick?" Loki took a moment, looking at the drawings and then to his teacher. He shrugged, swinging back on his chair and crossing his legs over one another.

"It wouldn't matter; the boxes aren't real, meaning that the promise of fortune is a lie…So it would be pointless to pick a box until you eliminate that lie." A few murmurs travelled across the room, mostly woman by Loki's good the class turned back to face the teacher, who was smiling slightly.

"You make a good point Lo; but not good enough." The man snapped, taking Loki back and the term 'Lo' set the hairs on the back of his neck stand tall. "You need to see past what your conscious mind sees. Look into truth and define your mind to read a person deeper than you think you can. Don't state the obvious truth; find the deeper meaning…Learn to do that, and you'll pass with flying colours." He whipped away the boxes. "Until then, do your best to remain less cocky Loki and try to stay more imaginative from now on."

"You should have destroyed him brother!" Loki sighed, picking at his meal before looking up at Thor. His brother's face was filled with the food, chomping loudly as he shouted, spraying his meal over Loki as he attempted to fill more meat into his mouth.

"The idea of me taking the course was to learn from it, not destroy the teachers when they tell me I'm cocky." Loki dropped his cutlery, pulled up his bag; the contents of paper splitting the leather seems. Thor looked at him with a questionable gaze which Loki chose to ignore. He pushed his plate away and replacing it with his psychological book, opening to the previous page he was on, following the green marketed words and notes he had added. "Won't father wonder where you are?" he trailed his fingers along the words, absorbing the information as Thor's gnashing jaw continued.

"As long as I return every now and again he won't mind. Plus, I have to look out for my baby brother, especially when he's so stressed." Loki winced at the mentioned word 'baby brother'; he stretched in his seat, twisting his sore muscles slightly before replying.

"I'm old enough to take care of myself Thor and I'm not as stressed as you believe." Loki sighed but continued to go down the page. Thor had stopped eating, leaning across the table and catching Loki's gaze.

"Stop balling your hand into a fist then…" Loki's eyes left Thor's and fell to his free hand which, as Thor said, was clenched tightly till his knuckles were pale white. He released his hand instantly, the blood finding its way to his fingertips once more. The blonde smirked at his brother with concern in his eyes. Loki smiled back, picking up a knife and throwing it heavily in his brother's direction, like he guessed Thor dodged the item, cackling as he sat upright once more. "Brother, you anger is linked with your stress obviously. Perhaps leaving this realm for another would be good for you?" Loki chewed on his tongue for a moment, considering Thor's advice but then he remembered how his last advice helped him. He shrugged, closing the book with a heavy slam, removing the glasses from his nose and placing them on the table with the book.

Loki ran his hands through his curly hair. "You do have a point Thor-"

"Excuse me?" the two jumped at the sudden additional voice. It was a man; fairly tall and well built, his chest supported an iron maiden shirt, the sleeves long but rolled up to his elbows, showing muscular tanned arms. He wore dark blue jean and a pair of dirty, worn out black trainers. The young man had thick short black hair. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of large blacked out sunglasses. He clutched a knife in his hands, familiar looking to the one Loki threw at Thor moments ago. "I believe this is yours." He handed it to Loki who took it shyly. He pointed to Loki and then to Thor suddenly, laughing with an open mouth. "I'm sorry; did you call him…Thor?" Loki nodded, silence covering him as he picked up the glasses and slipping them over his nose again. "Like the Norse God of Thunder?" Thor chuckled at the stranger, his eyes darting from Loki to the young man.

"I would like to apologise on behalf of my brother for the knife incident." The stranger waved his hands, smiling perfect teeth.

"Don't worry about it." He turned his attention to Loki, looking down on the book resting on the table. "Oh I remember you, you were in Bishops class! New kid, Locke wasn't it?" Thor struggled to hold back his laughter; Loki glared at him with complete ice.

"It's Loki actually." Loki kept eye contact with Thor as the man playfully hit his shoulder.

"Well…I'll see you around Loki." The young adult slipped back to his table, sitting among the many people who were watching with shallow dark eyes. Thor laughed as the man left, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"Well brother, you were saying-"

"-maybe I'll stick around a little bit longer…" Loki couldn't remove his eyes from the man that had approached them. He couldn't help but imagine what colour his eyes were, he expected blue or grey but he would have to be sure. Thor's eyes widened and his jaw dropped ever so slightly.

"B-but-"

"Don't worry Thor. I'm only going to do a little more studying…"