A plane somewhere above Europe.
"Do you need anything else Mr. Odinson?" A rather scantly clad flight attendant asked. 'Woman and their need to wear as little clothing as possible.' Loki thought to himself shaking his head. He just did not understand the way that Women thought.
"No thank you. And please call me Lokin." Loki said patting said flight attendants arm. He looked up and read the Woman's name tag. " Thank you Angela, that will be all." He added as she handed him his laptop.
"Well if you need anything don't be afraid to call." Angela the flight attendant said walking back up the aisle.
Loki powered his computer up seething. His parents, well now he supposed he could never call them his parents again. No that would never do. The people who raised him. There that sounded better. Had just last week informed him as well as his brother that he was adopted.
Loki had always known he was different from his family. He could just feel it. They weren't anything alike. And it didn't take him very much of his 18 years to figure out that he in fact was different.
They were athletic, muscular, blondes with piercing blue eyes. Who enjoyed a good sport. While he was more slender with raven colored hair and green eyes. Loki had no interest in sports. His brother had tried countless times to get him involved in all the things that he did. But Loki would always end up with scratches and bruises. The worst he ever got was a broken leg due to an attempt at lacrosse.
He had a different skill set. He was smart. Deceitfully so. He caught on to his knack for mischief at a young age. Ever since then he had been pulling pranks, from small to elaborate he had done most anything a person could imagine. Pulling pranks was what he did. And to him no sport could ever compare. He always left enough for them to KNOW it was him who had done it. But he never left enough evidence to actually accuse him of anything.
He loved technology and could spend hours tinkering with it. From taking it apart and putting it back together to just studying it. He found all kinds of technology fascinating.
He enjoyed reading, anything and everything. News paper articles, text books, magazine articles. He could spend hours in a library. Loki and his brother Thor's tutors always had trouble getting Thor to even pick a book up.
And other than those differences he new he was different from his brother in another way. By the time Loki and Thor were fourteen Thor had gone through a slew of girlfriends.
All of them were top notch society girls being as their family was royalty. And their parents could never let their babies be seen with anything but the best. They were convinced that it would reflect badly on the family. His brother however didn't care who he was seen with as long as she was beautiful and didn't make him look stupid.
Thor never stayed with one for long,
some barley a week. Others lasted longer but Thor never dated a girl longer than a month.
He always found something wrong with them. If Thor even found the most miniscule thing wrong with them, they were gone. Kicked to the curb and left. And Thor easily moved on to the next. This was a ever reoccurring routine
But Loki, he was not interested in females. He tried several times. He tried to be like his brother. It just never seemed to work out. He thought that they should be treated with respect after all they were people too. It wasn't that he didn't like them. He in his own special way did. Loki even became very good friends with some of them, he didn't just cast them to the curb like Thor when he was done with them.
Where Thor chose beauty, Loki chose brains. He just couldn't ever be romantically interested in them. Even the smartest girls would not interest him. The one and only time he kissed a girl he knew it just wasn't meant to be.
She was a very nice, pretty, surprisingly bright. And it wasn't her fault. He reasoned that if he would ever have feelings for a girl that it would be for her.
But no. Besides girls were clingy, always talking and they gossiped far too much for Loki's liking. And even the brightest girls were overly concerned with their looks and clothes.
Luckily he was saved the embarrassment of telling her what, after many tries at girls, he had discovered about himself. That he was not interested in them. That he was gay. He thanked the gods for weeks that her mother was a foreign diplomat and that one of her other children had became ill. And as a result they had to rush home.
Anyway, he didn't suppose that mattered anymore. He had other things to worry about now. He would never forgive his- those people who raised him. For not telling him he was adopted. It wasn't that he cared that he wasn't really their child. It was just the fact that they hadn't bothered to tell him.
Instead of dealing with it, they carted him off the New York. To live with his Aunt and finish out his senior year of schooling with his brother.
'No.' He thought defiantly. If they were going to do this to him. He would do what he did best. Loki planned to cause as much trouble as he possibly could.
"Mr. Lokin, are you sure you don't need anything else?" The same flight attendant as earlier asked coming back down the aisle.
"No I… Actually yes. How much time until we arrive?" Loki asked.
"Oh, I'd say about 16 hours." Angela replied before moving on.
'Perfect; Loki thought. The first place he would start was with the schools database. And his dear brothers friends.