Loki tapped a pen against the desk in his Foreign Language class, taking it so he could freshen up on his Russian. His mind floated back to comforting Stark, who had eventually got up and walked away without a word. Loki was used to that, though, he knew Stark was thankful, and was too cocky to say so. When he entered this room, a bit late, the professor had him introduce himself in Russian, and treated him like he had no idea what any word meant. He had sighed, introducing himself, and then showed off by doing so in Norwegian, Irish, Italian, English, German, and Spanish. The class all clapped and the professor glared, irritated that Loki showed her up like that. She had introduced herself as Professor Natalia Romanova and told him to find a seat, in which he did toward the front. When he looked up at her, she was talking about how to pronounce certain words Loki already knew, so he zoned back out. Father always hated that he didn't pay attention to things that were deemed important but, a great writer isn't one who is too serious. He didn't exactly have the time to meet anyone here, so everyone was a mystery to him, name wise. When he looked to the person on his right, he saw that she was an environmentalist vegetarian who probably tied herself to trees and cried that they deserved the right to live just as much as anyone else did. Not like it really mattered to Loki, though, he liked trees just as much as the next person but, he wasn't going to give his life for one.
His eyes travelled to the blond haired boy in front of her, seeing the way he sat and looked terribly bored, figuring out he was what one would consider a "jock", and judging from his body size, he was the star quarter back here at Stark University. He probably got a scholarship back in high school, and looked like he had nothing better to do with some spare time, so he sat learning Russian with people who probably actually did care. He scoffed lightly to himself, examining the rest of the class, going through his mental list of different personalities and persons, placing one with each individual. He hadn't run across someone he couldn't read, yet, they all proved to be too damned easy. Loki sighed, looking up to the ceiling now, counting how many squares made it up. It wasn't really separate squares as it was designs that made it look like they were; it was completely solid, much like an average building or home. The university was far from average, it had a lot of money poured into it, judging by the marble columns that ran around the school, and black granite tile underfoot. The building itself was a dark red colour that seemed to give it a slight eerie tone, running three stories high, accompanied by dorms of the same style that rested to the right of it. They were back a bit off the road, surrounded by an enormous silver gate which looked Victorian. Hell, everything about it seemed to be Victorian, that Stark guy who owned everything must have had a lot of money, and Loki wouldn't put it past his father to befriend the man.
He was brought out of his thoughts about the school by Romanova, who was addressing the American foot ball player he was picking apart before. "Rogers!"
"Yeah?" He responded, one word, looking up from what he was drawing on the desk.
She let out an annoyed sigh, gripping the bridge of her nose between two fingers. "In Russian, please."
"Da?" He changed his word to, and that was when Loki went back to his thoughts.
It didn't prove interesting enough to him, so he ignored everything of this lesson today. Rogers, Stark, why can't people address each other by their first names? Weird country. He snorted, getting up with the rest of the class to leave. As he started walking, he looked Romanova over, watching the way her fiery red hair pooled past her shoulders and down to the middle of her back, starting out straight and becoming wavy at the end. She looked to be just barely reaching thirty, wore no glasses, had greenish eyes, stood a mighty five foot six inches tall, and wore semi-formal clothes. What is meant by that is she was wearing a nice blouse with a necklace but had on skinny jeans and high heels. She didn't look too rich, so he guessed this job was what brought her income in, wondering if they were paid a lot or average. He smirked when he was caught staring by her, who seemed to think he was hitting on her. She acted like it has happened many times before, blowing it off but, still staring back. He was just analysing, not looking for pleasurable purposes, since he just shrugged it off like nothing happened. He turned, about to exit the room, when she grabbed his arm, and forced him to spin around. She had a smirk on her lips now, and he knew a question was just about to be shot at him.
"Vy gavareeteh pa ru-sky?" She asked him in her thick Russian accent, inquiring if he spoke Russian.
He laughed, nodding a bit, before responding in his Norwegian accent, "Da."
She laughed as well as he walked out of the room, leaning against the wall by the door for a little while. Thor was supposed to be over so they could get coffee together, and have Thor talk his ear off about the new school and cars. His eyes darted all over the hall, listening to the sounds of other people talking, running, laughing, and just being themselves. At the same time his phone went off indicating he had a text, the area emptied so fast Loki felt like he had just been shoved. He wasn't used to sudden silence like that, and the blood flowing through his veins was all too apparent. He grumbled a bit as he checked the text, seeing it was from his brother, who asked him to meet him at the front so they could go out. He rolled his eyes and pushed himself away from the wall, looking up at the pearl chandelier that stood still above his head, counting the light bulbs that lit the area. He chuckled softly, so damned trivial, and no one paid attention to the thing that provides them with the ability to see, since the sun didn't reach this part of the college. Head moving back to where it naturally rested, his eyes focused on the end of the hall, ears zoning in on the same low hum that he heard come from Stark's chest earlier that day. He cursed under his breath, not really wanting confrontation from that man right now, not exactly in the mood for assholes. He exhaled sharply, going on the walk down the way toward Stark, who was now visible.
The blue glow was still barely visible, he still walked like he was full of it, and his eyes were on him. Loki reached up and rubbed his temples as he walked, contemplating on pulling out his iPod and playing it to get past Stark without being talked to, eyeing the smirk that was now on Stark's face. He decided against the music, figuring he better get it over with as they came face to face. He stood four inches higher but, it was still a height difference, and Stark still had to crane his neck a bit to make eye contact. They stared each other down for a good minute, the fucking smirk still there that Loki wanted to slap off, his eyes giving away that he knew something. At that moment, he remembered being punched in the face, and the ache from it started back up. He cringed slightly, wanting to rub the pain away but, forcing the rest of his body not to move. The bleeding had stopped as quickly as it had started but, he did have a lot of blood come dripping out. It left a stain on the collar of his shirt, which Stark was now looking at with a bit of sympathy and regret, like he felt bad for socking the guy who comforted him. Another minute had passed, no words had been exchanged, and he desperately wanted to get to his brother so he could have that brilliant taste of caramel coffee fill his mouth and slide down his throat. Oh how he loved coffee, almost admittedly more than he loved drinking his tea.
"Er, hey, Loki," Stark finally spoke, making Loki look at him in sheer shock. How the hell did he figure out his name?
"How do you know my name?" He nearly snapped, glaring with the force of a thousand suns.
"I am Tony Stark, babe, maybe you forgot but my dad kind of owns this place, so I have access to everyone's names and information. You are Loki Laufeyson, brother to Thor Odinson, son of Odin and Frigga AllFather, here to study literature and foreign language. Russian, to be exact, and you are the son of the man who owns a giant car business back in Norway, which you are from," He seemed a little more than happy that he knew so much about Loki, and Loki was about to knock him out cold.
"How dare you invade my privacy like that, you treholt," He snarled lowly in his accent, venom dripping from every syllable.
"The fuck is a treholt?" Was the only response he got, so in order for him not to turn violent, he shoved past Tony and headed out to where his brother was.
He was fuming, something he hadn't been in a long time, stalking out to his brother who was leaning against his vehicle. He would have accepted the third hug today but, he was ready to explode, and he just slid into the passenger's side of the blue Nissan LEAF his brother was driving, imported from Norway. Of course, only the best for dear old Thor Odinson. Loki sighed away the jealousy as he watched his brother get into the right side and speed away without a word, looking at him out of the corner of his eye a couple times. He knew Thor wanted to question, wanted to know why his brother was angry, and wanted to make sure he was okay. Loki couldn't be entirely annoyed by this, he just cared, and it was someone who actually did. Once they turned onto a freeway, probably Thor's way to get him to calm down since they passed the coffee shop long ago; he took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes. He let his mind wander and focus on something other than Tony as they hit speeds of 100mph. He was a very easily startled person, and that was proven by a scream nearly exiting his lungs when Thor spoke.
"Loki...?" His voice was full of worry and concern, which caused Loki to look at him with sympathy.
"Fine, you can ask," He sighed, smirking a bit when Thor's mood suddenly changed to extreme happiness.
"What happened back there, brother? Why did you seem so angry?" His attention was back on the road but, Loki knew he was still listening.
Another sigh, a short rub of his cheek bones, and more words. "That Stark kid, you know him, right, the one I held while he cried, earlier? Well, he got so damned cocky that he decided it was okay to pull up my information on the school's data base, do a bit of research, and come tell me what he knew about me."
Thor flinched, knowing how touchy he was about his privacy, before he slowly nodded and got off at the nearest exit. They had driven a good twenty-five miles in the opposite direction of the school, now sitting in the parking lot of a strip mall of sorts, across the street from a coffee house. Loki watched the flickering lights of the OPEN sign hanging in the door, finding interest in the red and blue LED bulbs that made it up. In those doors was his coffee, his drug, the thing that helped keep him calm and stable when nothing else did. It was the thing he could drink when all hope was seemingly lost and when Thor wasn't around to make things better. It was his addiction, his sanity, and he was about to go savour that wonderful flavour. Thor rubbed his thigh comfortingly before exiting the vehicle, stretching upward, and sighing happily. Loki smiled, shaking his head as he watched his older brother, wondering how he could be so damned joyful when the world was shitty. I guess it wasn't in his world; was it peaceful in that mind of his? Probably not, things were probably conflicting, and a personal war was raging in that big organ in his head. He followed suit, getting out and walking over to the front of the car, leaning against the hood until Thor joined him. At first glance, they probably looked like friends or lovers as Thor hooked his arm around Loki's and they jaywalked across a busy street to get to the shop. Loki secretly thanked New York for being one of the first states to recognise gay marriage, even though he wasn't in love or involved with his brother on a level like that.
The air was far from fresh but, it was still a bit refreshing from that stuffy classroom at the university. He inhaled and exhaled, standing in front of the brown shop with clear as day windows, listening for any sounds of nature, which wasn't there, due to being drowned out by the rushing of cars. Soon enough, that was too much to bear, so he gripped his face with a thumb on one temple and middle and ring finger on the other, then ducked inside, followed by his brother. The handle was probably a cheap knock off of steel with a paint job that made it look like it was made of solid gold, and the door was your average brown wooden door with cut outs that was surrounded in metal holding a window. He raised his eyebrow as the door dinged when it was opened, signalling to everyone he had just entered, getting the attention of the cashier behind the counter who welcomed them into the shop. He gave the lady a small smile when they approached, since she was grinning with the ever famous "ODed on Prozac" personality this country was damned with. He wasn't sure if the woman was checking him out or just trying to be friendly, when she called him "sir", winked, and ran her tongue across her lower lip with a short bite after. Flirting, definitely flirting, since she flipped her hair at him and acted like she was a few cookies short of a dozen. Thor found her absolutely amazing, as he struck up a conversation with her about dancing and the nearest night club.
Loki blew upward, rolling his eyes a moment before walking over to a male cashier who was watching the three. He raised his eyebrow at the man, leaning somewhat against the counter, as he began to read the menu above. He was offered a small smile from him, in which he returned, before going back to reading. What looked good? A latte? Cappuccino? Yes, that is what he wanted. As he was about to order, Thor walked over to him with a giant shit-eating grin, slapping him on the back. Oh my gods, what did he do? He watched the man in front of him at the counter jump a bit, so he shot his brother a glare. Judging by the way the chick he just walked away from, and the way Thor was acting, he had just scored a date with her. He honestly didn't care, and didn't want his ear talked off, he just wanted his drink, and now probably a light snack to go along with it, possibly a bagel. Tuning his ranting brother out, he focused on the different types of bagels they had, running through all the different flavours they presented. Finally deciding, he shooed his brother's hand away before it collided with his back, again, and looked back at the cashier who was watching him intently. Loki eyed him up and down, someone of his age range, probably a university student at the same university Thor and him went to, judging by his red wrist band which proudly read Stark University. He had nearly bleached blond hair, hazel eyes, an almost perfect nose, tan complexion, and looking at his hand told Loki he was an archer. His eyes ran over to his shirt, staring at the uniform which had the company's logo on it and a name tag which read Clint.
"I'll have a caramel cappuccino with a blueberry bagel and some cream cheese, please," He told him, watching him enter the order into the cash register.
"That will be $7.95, sir," Clint responded when he got the total, and Loki pulled out his wallet.
Loki nodded and pulled out a ten, telling him to keep the change, and received a receipt in return. He stepped aside so Thor could order, silently wondering why he didn't just order from the girl he picked up. He shrugged and waited for his to be filled, leaning back against the counter. Thor finished his order after changing it about four times, and went to stand in front of his brother. Loki arched his neck up slightly in order to look at him, seeing as he was a couple inches taller, watching his lips move. He didn't pick up on the sound, just stared, and nodded on occasion. He was tapped on his shoulder by Clint who was trying to get his attention before, in order for him to give him his drink and food. He took it, giving him a short "thanks", now sipping the drink tenderly and holding his bagel in its white paper. Turning his attention outside, what he saw made him nearly drop his food, while panic started to take over his body. Someone was stealing Thor's car, and before he could run outside, they were gone.