Thor was pacing around as he had 911 on the phone, reporting his car missing, while Loki stood where it last was, looking at the sky. He knew they had to tell their father what happened, and they needed a lift back to the university. Loki gripped his head, entangling his fingers in his hair as he groaned, adverting his eyes down to the ground. He definitely wasn't in the mood to deal with Odin right now, and he knew he would be angry, and probably force Thor to get around using public transportation, instead of giving him the car back. Him and his stupid punishments. He heard Thor finish his conversation with the operator and walk over to him, standing in front of him like before, sighing heavily. Loki just wrapped his arms around him to comfort him with a hug, watching as he buried his face into his hair. Yep, definitely a comfort tactic. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Thor looked at him with sad eyes, breaking Loki's heart. He hated seeing his brother like that, and he was at a loss for words to make him happy at this moment, because he was sad as well.
"We have to tell dad," He muttered softly, now looking at the ground and sulking.
Loki nodded and stared at him as he got his phone out and called their father. He nearly whimpered when Thor told him what happened, listening to his voice crack, then telling him how long it would be before the police arrived; thirty minutes. They were currently busy with a bank robbery about three miles away, so there weren't any available units able to deal with this situation right now. He flinched and rubbed Thor's back as Odin's voice boomed through the speaker, full of anger, and tears started falling from his brother's eyes. It wasn't his fault that the car got stolen, shit happens, so he didn't understand why Odin was so angry. Thor hung up after a few, whispering that their dad would be there in fifteen minutes, looking absolutely terrified. Loki brought him into yet another hug, rubbing his back and hushing him, telling him it would be okay, as he mumbled about how father was going to kill him and hang his head above their mantel. Loki reassured him that he won't be murdered, that the rage will pass, and that was just how their father was. When Thor pulled away, he smiled, and Loki knew he was going to be alright, because if Thor was anything, he was strong, and he wouldn't let some shit like this bring him too far down. The boys chatted for a bit, mostly about how Thor landed that chick, and how he planned on taking her out to dance tonight.
Five minutes had passed of them talking before a loud screech was heard from tires, and Loki's attention was drawn to the deep blue Viper that had just sped up. Father was here, and boy was he looking like he was going to kill someone. Loki wrapped his arm around Thor's shoulders to keep him calm as Odin stepped out of the car, dressed in a three piece suit. His hair was white now, and he wore an eye patch over one eye he lost in a car accident a couple years back. A thick piece of wood pierced it and splintered, causing his eye to become mangled, and having to be removed immediately when he got to the hospital. He was wearing black boots to accompany the grey suit and he had expensive cuff links hugging his wrists nicely. Odin never gave up the chance to look like he could afford the world, in which he could, Loki thought to himself while the man approached. He noticed their mother wasn't with him, so he probably came from the office, which furthered their father's negative mood. When he got to Thor, he stood leaning on one leg, sizing him up and looking absolutely calm. Thor was shaking a bit against Loki but, their father didn't say anything to him, instead giving Loki the most intense death glare he could muster. Loki was taken aback by this, and when he began to speak, Odin interrupted him.
"It's your fault, you stupid child," He was now in front of his younger son, looking him dead in the eye, since they were roughly the same height.
"Wh-what? My fault? How is it my fault? I didn't steal the car!" Loki yelled, causing his father to curl his lip up.
"You should have been more mindful of the car," He snarled, blood boiling.
"Yes, be totally mindful of a fucking car when I am in a building!" He snapped, his own anger rising up as he talked.
"Exactly, that is what you should have been doing instead of filling your ass full of coffee! As punishment, I am cutting you off for a month, and taking your credit cards away. You will not be riding with Thor anywhere, any more Loki Odinson; you will walk and maybe lose some weight. I am also pulling you out of literature and putting you in business with your brother," His father growled, staring at him with pure rage.
Loki blinked, beginning to shake as Odin threatened to take away his one chance at working with his idol and force him to go into something he didn't want. In the calmest voice he could bring up, he told him the following words, "My name is Loki Laufeyson, now, and you are not my father,"
What happened next changed his life, made it so he hated that man to the very core, and destroyed what little relationship they had left. Before he could inhale, Odin raised his hand and back slapped Loki across the face, full force, now completely breaking his nose and cutting across his cheek with his rings. Loki's head flew to the side as it took the hit, not having enough time to react to stop it, and his arm was removed from where it still rested on Thor. When he righted himself, he looked to his brother whose jaw hit the ground, and reached out to him. Loki pushed his hand away and ran away from the scene just as the police arrived, running full speed down the side walk. Blood was trickling from his nose and the cuts, becoming shaky lines down his face, and soaking into his vest. He looked down at it for a moment as he ran, cursing to himself that blood got on his clothes, slowing down to a walk. He looked back to make sure he was as far away as possible at this point before he stopped to catch his breath. He felt like he had run for an eternity when it was only about a mile, since he used to run track back in Norway. He hissed in pain when he reached up to feel his cheek and nose, looking at the blood that was on his fingers. He looked up at the sky, seeing the sun reach its highest point, determining it was around noon now. He groaned softly and started walking again, contemplating if he should go to a hospital or not to get his nose checked out. About the same time, a car started slowly following him, and he looked over to notice it was a silver Audi R8. It wasn't his father or Thor, thank gods but, it was still too dark in the car to see who was driving alongside him. He silently hoped it wasn't a mugger but, when he turned down a street, the car did, as well.
He picked up speed to a fast walk, occasionally looking over his shoulder at the person following him. He moved to dart across the street and down an alley but, the car cut him off, causing him to run into the hood. Fuck. The person rolled their window down, and Loki noticed it was none other than Tony Stark. Tony fucking Stark. He should have guessed, seeing how the car looked like it belonged to a billionaire, or the son of one, and they were slowly stalking him. He looked at the sunglasses covered eyes, watching Tony examine his face, not saying anything right now. That seemed to be how their conversations went, just staring and no talking. He stood with his hand on his hip, watching the man in the car, waiting for him to speak and stop staring. For once, he wasn't sure of the man's intentions but, judging by the way he was acting; he wasn't here to do anything dangerous. Loki exhaled sharply through his nose, not taking his eye off the future billionaire, and cleared his throat. Just say something already, Stark. Loki wanted to get back to the university so he could crash in his dorm for a few hours and escape the world.
"Are you alright, do you need a lift? Your face looks like hell, man," He finally spoke, removing his sunglasses.
Loki stood, about to run, like a gazelle being hunted by a lioness, until Tony offered him his hand. He closed his eyes a moment, before walking around the car and getting in the right side, not paying attention to the man next to him, much like their first encounter. The car smelt of alcohol and cigarettes but, they were a bit stale, probably from yesterday night, so he didn't have to worry about getting into a car with a drunk driver. He eyed the dark red carpet below his feet, quietly wondering what that man and his father's obsession with red was. He closed the door and Tony began driving, keeping at the speed limit, and not taking the freeway. This made it obvious that he wanted to talk about something, so Loki just shut him out before he could, glaring out the front window. He hadn't said anything, yet, and Loki intended on keeping it that way. Tony smelt of Axe cologne masking the scent of gasoline, which he wrinkled his nose to the best he could. A small whimper of pain caught Stark's attention, who now pulled off to the side of the road to stare at him. That seemed to be all Stark did, besides his "no talking for about five minutes" thing. Loki looked over at him when things started feeling uncomfortable with being stared at, flashing him a look of annoyance, causing the other man to laugh. Loki furrowed his eyebrows, as he was now really getting annoyed, and rolled his eyes when Tony started to talk.
"Your nose looks broken, and I can fix it if you'd let me but, trust me, it hurts like a bitch," He offered to help, in which Loki thought over for a moment, before shaking his head no.
"Come on, if it doesn't get fixed soon, it will forever stay badly crooked like that," He pushed, smirking as Loki took a look at himself in the review mirror, cursing as he saw how off it really was.
He huffed and gave in, turning back to Stark, who was now looking at him with kindness and no smirk, reaching his hands up to rest on either side of Loki's nose. "Now, try not to punch me,"
Right as those words left his mouth, he suddenly pushed on Loki's nose in a way that made it crack into place, causing the taller one to scream out in pain. He dodged a punch and laughed as Loki held his nose and groaned loudly, trying to rub away the immense pain he was in. When he looked back in the mirror, he saw it looked almost back to normal but, winced, and slammed back into the seat, gripping his nose again. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. He turned to look back at Tony who was smirking away, like he was telling him "I told you so", and like earlier that day, he wanted to slap that smirk right off his face. When he had screamed, he felt something strain a bit on his cheek, and when he went to touch it, he felt dry blood. He quickly scratched it away, slipping on his seat belt, and started staring out the passenger side window as they started moving again. He would have rather taken two more hits in the face, one from Stark, and one from Odin again, then have that pain from fixing his busted nose. He knew it was going to be a bit contorted but, at least it w asn't as bad as before, and he had Tony to thank for that. Finally something that obnoxious guy was useful for, fixing noses. His eyes travelled around the car to land on Tony's hand, which had burnt flesh clinging to it. Why hadn't he noticed that before?
"What is with the burnt hand?" Loki questioned in a curious tone, keeping an eye on it.
"Lab accident, I was working on building something and it caught fire. Low and behold, my hand got burnt in the process," He explained, watching the road, and not turning his head.
Loki stayed silent from that point on as they went, getting closer to the school. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw Thor standing there with Odin by his side, watching them with a hateful look on his face, Thor looking like he had killed a man. Loki gripped the seatbelt tightly, keeping an eye on them while Tony parked, whining softly as he saw them approach. He exited the car swiftly and was about to run off, when Thor grabbed him by his bicep and pulled him into a hug. Odin patted Thor on his shoulder, completely ignoring his other son being hugged and left to go get in his car and drive off. When Thor let go of him, he started pouring apology after apology onto him, so he started walking back to their dorm, leaving Tony behind, since Thor was trailing him like a lost puppy. Once they got inside their dorm, Loki laid back on his bed while Thor sat beside him. He wasn't angry at his big brother, just their father but, he could feel the hurt coming off of him, radiating like the sun. He covered his face with his hands, taking special care not to touch his aching nose, ignoring the pain from the cuts. The last thing he heard before he succumbed to sleep was another apology, and a whisper that it was all Thor's fault.
It was about one am when he woke back up, having had a rough sleep from one pm to now, constantly waking up and staring back at the wall before passing back out. He didn't exactly plan on sleeping for twelve hours but, he did, and he was still extremely exhausted. He sat up, groaning and rubbing his eyes, looking around for Thor, who was at his desk, doing something. His groan caught Thor's attention, who turned around to look at him, sad eyes back on. Loki pushed his eyebrows together, furrowing them, as he watched Thor stand up and walk over, sitting next to him on the bed. From the way he was acting, he had something upsetting to tell, and Loki wasn't sure he wanted to know. Thor looked down at the carpet for a moment, before looking back up at him, near tears. His first thought was that something happened to their mum but, Loki knew he wouldn't wait this long to say something, he would have woken him up the minute he found out. Was it something to do with dad? The fight they had earlier? Did the stocks drop, again? Was he worried about that girl he stood up? No, it was something more, and Loki inhaled slowly, preparing himself for whatever it is.
"Loki, I need to tell you something," He whispered, trying to maintain eye contact.
Loki nodded for him to continue, so he just spilt it all, "Dad thought...it would be best, if...I signed up for the military here, and so I am going down tomorrow to do so. If I get accepted...I am being sent off for training over in Ohio for a few months...then off to war,"
Loki bit the inside of his lip, exhaling at the slight pain, making sure he wasn't dreaming. No, this wasn't a dream, Thor was about to leave him for a war he did not belong in, a war he did not cause. He can't just leave like that, he can't! Who will he go to now that his brother is probably going off to war, who will comfort him when his dad goes ballistic, who will hold him when he cried like he did to Thor? This was unfair, this was totally unfair, and he was not going to let this happen. Though, how could he stop his older brother when he was pressured by his father to be getting into the military? He felt like his whole world just came crashing down around him, and he suddenly struggled to breathe. As he took short breaths, tears started pushing past his eyes and running down his cheek, and Thor pulled him into his lap to let him cry. He wanted to struggle, he wanted to push him away but, he couldn't find the strength to fight seeing as how he was crying and still exhausted. He just gave up and cried on his brother's shoulder, who was now crying softly with him. This can't be happening, it must be some sort of sick twisted nightmare his mind came up with but, after bumping his nose against Thor's shoulder, he concluded again, that it wasn't a dream. It was fairly common for people, who are upset, to revert back to the idea that it wasn't real, they weren't in reality, and they were still asleep in their bed.