"You didn't have to walk me home you know…" Loki bit his tongue, holding back a smile as Tony smirked at him through the dark and dead street. It was at least 4 in the morning, the early risers making their way around the city on the warm Saturday morning, some jogging while others just where running errands like it was any other working day.

Loki looked up to the sky; and all he could see for miles was the bright star's beginning to burn away, the crisp mixture of orange and pale red filling the sky with warmth and glory. Even though it had been six hours ago when they left the library, they found themselves lost in the city, talking and just getting more and more involved with one another. Loki couldn't think of another person he had spent so much time with in one session other than Thor, and even then it wasn't as enjoyable as this. Tony laughed lightly at Loki's words, his hands playing with the threads to his jacket.

"It would only be cruel if I left you; Ididdistract you and take most of your time, it's the least I can do." Loki looked up from the floor and towards Stark, a smirk falling on his lips.

"Being nice isn't going to make me craft the potion quicker you know." Tony sighed through his teeth, his face scrunched up at Loki's words.

"…you're rather good at this, psychological thing." He waved his hand near the end of the sentence, rolling his eyes softly as he kicked a stray can, the tin dented from his foot before falling into the gutter nearby. Loki tried to hide his blushing face, but due to the smug spark that lit up Tony's face, he was failing miserably.

"I'm not that good Stark."

"Nonsense, you're defiantly the best I have met, and I know a few."

"I'm serious about the friendly attitude by the way. Potions take time, specific items and some even have to be performed in special places with a certain mind set." Tony rolled his eyes again; pushing at Loki's side's urging him to walk quicker around the empty walk ways.

"I'm an inpatient boy what can I say…" They stopped outside a diner, the weak flickering of the red lights bringing sharp contrasts across their faces. Without any warning a car shot past them in a blur of grey and blood red, Loki squealed with fright, shielding his face with his arms as the engine growled past them. Slowly the car quietened as it grew further away from the two students, leaving them in the dull street. "Hey, you okay?" Tony reached out to Loki, grabbing his arm softly in comfort. "I take it city life isn't really your style…" Loki dropped his arms slowly, taking uneven breaths before answering.

"It's a lot, different from where I used to live." He took Tony's hand, twisting it away from him softly with a smile.

"You're more of a, quiet countryside in England type?" Tony raised his arms in question. Loki considered the concept, twisting his head and biting his cheek, remembering the home he left three months ago.

"…something along the lines of that yes."

"So, how'd things go with Stark?" Loki rolled his sleepless eyes, slamming the door in Jane's face. She immediately started slamming on the metal door, screaming his name. "LOKI! DID HE BED YOU?" he walked away from the door, ignoring her voice as he got ready for his day at university.

To his dismay, Jane was still waiting for him thirty minutes later.

"I can't get rid of you can I?" She just smiled sweetly, eating her breakfast quietly as she stood from the oak floor.

"Tell me everything. And here, I brought you coffee." She held out a cup to him. His eye's widened as he closed the door behind him.

"Did I mention that I love you?" He played with his keys before taking the coffee and drinking it greedily, the bitter black substance clung to his throat, a warm rush of energy flew into the pit of his stomach.

"Take it easy kid, you must have had a rough night?"

"That is between me and Stark, Jane Foster." Jane snarled.

"You're no fun Loki!" Loki began to descend down the steps, ignoring his only friend's growls.

Loki squinted as the sun burned his eyes, his watch on his wrist read two in the afternoon, Loki groaned in his lack of energy and pure laziness, half the Sunday wasted in bed alone. The day was warm, hot New York especially. Loki ignored the sticky feeling on his palms as they shuffled along the busy road. "Oh! Lets play Pass!"

"Pass? What's Pass?" he scratched his cheek, blinking at Jane who looked at him with complete loss and sarcasm. She rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically before skipping ahead.

"I ask you five questions, you can pass on three however you have to, have to answer the other two questions." Loki narrowed his eyes, sipping the black coffee before nodding. She squealed excitedly. "Yay this is going to be so much fun!"

"Whatever…"

"What time did you get back home?" Loki sighed, twisting his head in thought.

"Pass" Jane rolled her eyes, punching him softly on his shoulder as they squeezed past some of the dull people.

"What did you do?"

"Pass." Her face broke into a scowl. "Come on we're going to be late to our examination." They both headed to the bus stop down his street, the summer heat burning their pale skin. Loki was dreading his lecture today, Bishop's final exam which he was meant to prepare for was this afternoon.

"Did you kiss?" Loki shook his head, not looking at her as they jumped onto the stuffy, bland bus. "Oh, I got an answer." She mocked as they sat on the seats; the heat was immense on Loki's brow and covered arms, the . "Okay, you can only pass on one more question, chose wisely." She threw her arms around dramatically, attempting to catch his attention.

"Just get it over with Jane…"

"Do you think this could develop into a relationship?"

"Pass." He regretted saying the word the moment it left his mouth.

"Do you think he's hot?" Loki rolled his eyes, caught like prey in headlights. Having no choice he considered the question, listening to both his godly heart and clever mind and only one thing could come to mind.

"So good looking it psychically hurts." She began to laugh. "But it's not only that, he's so smart and quick. It's like, I have someone to relate to and we both think the same way-"

"So, what you can't relate to me? I thought you loved me."

"No, Jane I can't. You hate sarcasm and you don't understand my logic. Sure we get along but that's because we are so different, there's no competition, your warm blooded, you can't help it."

"...You have such a way with word's Loki." She smiled. "See, I can do sarcasm Mr ImTooGoodForYou."