~Hello Everyone! I'm sorry that the first chapter was really short, I have tried to make this one a little longer but I have this tendency to be lazy, anyways I hope you enjoy! ^^~

It had been a few days since Loki had arrived on Midguard and he hated it already, the school that he had been placed in was called Whedon High, and Loki was pretty sure it was some form of hell that Odin had sent him to just to piss Loki off more.

He had already learnt the social ladder of the school after one morning of being there. He was at the very bottom, then all the loners were above him, there were the normal people, above them there was the cheerleaders and jocks, and then there was the complete nerd and party animal known as Tony Stark.

Tony Stark was the highlight of the party life; if Stark was at your party then it was a good one. He was also a complete player, if the rumors were anything to go by he had a thing for one-night-stands.

The first time Loki and Tony met was in English when the seating plan forced them together, Tony was dressed in jeans and an AC-DC shit that Loki thought no one but Tony would look good in. Tony had carefully styled, short, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes that twinkled when he smiled, he was also fairly short. Loki on the other hand was dressed in black skinny jeans with a dark green sweater and Converse shoes.

Loki was already in class reading a science book when Tony swaggered in, late as he always was.

'Mister Stark, you need to be more punctual for class.' The teacher Ms Corkhill muttered from behind her desk, she had said it to him a hundred times now that it had become second nature to her.

'You can take the place next to Loki over there.' She said waving him in Loki's direction, Tony glanced over his shoulder to where his group of friends were sitting and sighed.

'I don't know Miss, you sure he won't bite?' He asked her in his favorite shade of sarcastic tone, Loki looked up and glared at him while Miss Corkhill gave him a scathing look.

Tony dumped his laptop onto the desk and sat down with such flamboyancy that Loki knew he was sure he was facing the notorious Tony Stark.

'Tony Stark.' Tony said, booting up his laptop, 'Although you already knew that.'

Loki just glared at him again before dropping his eyes back to his book.

'Oh come on, I was just joking… Loki? That's your name right?'

Loki sighed and closed his book with a snap before turning an icy glare at the playboy next to him.

'Yes, and if you don't mind I am trying to read.'

'Ohh, harsh.' Stark replied back, grinning a trademark smile.

Loki just hissed silently and looked up at the board to where the teacher was writing down notes for their assignment. He pulled out his notebook and jotted down what the teacher scribbled, he noticed that Tony was hardly paying attention, instead he seemed to be emailing someone.

Tony glanced at Loki and caught his eye, just as Loki was flicking his eyes over Tony's face.

'I totally don't mind the fact that you're checking me out, I'm all for the tall and mysterious type.'

Loki snorted before writing down a couple more notes in his scrawly handwriting.

'You would be, seeing as you're not very tall and mysterious yourself, you need to make up for it.' He retorted, Tony just laughed.

'Oh, I didn't even know you could make a joke. Let alone a good one.'

'I don't do much else.'

Loki was warming to Tony, he may be an arsehole but at least he was a funny arsehole.

'You know, you're kind of cool. In a douche-bag way.' Tony said tapping away at his laptop.

'I was just thinking a similar thing.' Loki replied, the corner of his mouth turning upwards into a slight smile.

'Hey look, Loki-Smoki actually smiled!'

'Loki-Smoki?'

'Oh yeah, nick names are my thing.'

'What is a "nick name"?'

'How can you not know what a nick name is?' Tony asked, looking up from his screen and cocking his head to the side.

'I'm a foreign exchange student from Norway.'

After Phill had tried to ask him what it was like living in Norway, he had just answered 'enjoyable' before scuttling off to his room to find a world map.

'Oh, so that's why you're new. Why the English accent though?'

'I have no idea…' And Loki was left wondering what the hell England was.

Just then Miss Corkhill passed by their desk and handed them both assignment sheets.

'This is a dual assignment. Choose a topic from the list on the sheet and tell me once you have chosen.'

As she turned away Loki leaned up from his chair and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

'We will do Norse Mythology.'

'I thought you would.' She said with a smile, 'what with your name.'

As she moved onto the next group, Tony nudged Loki with his elbow.

'Nice going god of mischief.'

Loki raised his eyebrows at that.

'I'm surprised you know anything about Norse Mythology, after all you don't seem to be paying any attention.'

'I'm always surprising.' Tony replied, smirking.

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Tony was sitting in the cafeteria with his friends, Steve, Pepper, Natasha, Clint and Bruce discussing the events of English.

'I can't believe Miss put you next to that new freak, Loki.' Clint muttered into Natasha's hair, glancing to the side at Tony.

'Hey, he isn't that bad.' Tony argued, 'He's also kind of cute.'

Pepper snorted, 'Only you would think he's cute Tony, it makes me feel great you know, being your girlfriend and all.'

'Come on Pepp, you know I'm a hopeless flirt, and he may not be Steve, but he is still god-damn attractive.' Tony adapted a dreamy look to his face and sarcasm into his voice, 'The long black hair and the green sweater that he wears brings out his emerald eyes, the way his skinny jeans hang on his hips, how his name just rolls off your tongue.'

'And the way he wants to slap you in the face.' A voice said from behind him.

'Hello Mischief.' Tony said, swiveling in his chair and grinning at Loki.

Loki rolled his eyes, 'Really Stark? You sound like a 12 year old.'

'N'awww, you flatter me.' Tony fluttered his eyelids.

Steve coughed, pulling Tony's attention back to the group.

'Oh right, introductions. Okay, all-American-dream over there is Steve Rogers. This is strawberries-are-not-a-good-present-because-I'm-allergic; also known as Pepper Potts, my girlfriend. The two snogging over there are Clint and Natasha, but since they're always together you can just call them Clintasha.' Natasha untangled her hands from Clint's hair to fling a middle finger Tony's way, 'And last but not least Brucie-Boy, but a lot of people refer to him as Banner.'

Bruce looked up from his science text book and waved to Loki before his eyes darted back to the page.

'Everyone this is Loki Odinson, also known as the God of Mischief.'

Clint dragged his lips away from Natasha's.

'Are you really the God of Mischief?' Clint's eyes sparkled, and Loki shook his head.

'Unfortunately not, if I was I already would have blasted your obnoxious friend here to smithereens.'

Clint and Tony laughed and Steve and Pepper smiled, before turning to each other and chatting about the English assignment.

'Now, I didn't come here to join your group of friends.' Loki directed at Tony, his demeanor slipping back into icy-cold. 'We need to get a start on this assignment, even if I know a lot on the subject there is a lot we have to go through.'

'Jeeze, relax. We're only in year 11, grades don't really matter.' Tony assured him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

Loki shrugged it off, 'They matter to me.'

Tony sighed, he knew that look. It was the look of stubbornness, the exact one that he himself gave to people a lot.

'Okay fine, how about my house after school?'

'That sounds pleasant.'

'Oh my god, do people even say pleasant anymore?'

Loki rolled his eyes.

'Obviously, I just said it.'

Tony flashed his teeth in a smile.

'I'll meet you in the car park after school.'

'Thank you.'

'Hey no problems, anything for a god.' Tony giggled while bowing.

'Flirt.' Pepper muttered as Loki walked away, she had started to seem unimpressed at his friendship with Loki.

'Hey Pepp, nothing wrong with being friendly.'

Pepper just turned her attention back to Steve, and Tony wondered when his relationship with Pepper started going so downhill.

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Loki closed the door to his locker and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder, he had already informed Phil and Maria that he would be staying back late to study. As he walked down the corridor towards the front of the school he passed by Principal Fury's office. His blinds were closed but he could hear muffled yelling from the other side of the glass, Loki shrugged and continued walking until he reached the carpark.

He rounded a corner just in time to see Pepper slap Tony in the face and stalk away angrily. Tony rubbed the back of his neck and visibly sighed.

'What was that about?' Loki asked as he approached Tony.

'I think… I just got dumped by Pepper.' He replied, the side of his face turning bright red from the force of the angry slap.

'Right then,' Loki trailed off, not sure of what to say. Feelings were not his strong point.

'It's okay, I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. She's a little more into talking openly about feelings. Me? Not so much.' Tony rubbed his face with both hands before flicking a smile at Loki, 'Come on, the car's waiting.'

Tony led him up a nearby street where a limousine was parked and Tony opened the door for Loki to get in. Loki just stared at it for a while, and then looked at Tony.

'You didn't inform me that you were rich.' Loki stated, cocking his head to the side.

Tony stopped in his tracks, 'I didn't think I needed to. I mean, my father is all over the news.'

'Norway, remember?'

Tony shook his head, 'He's famous world-wide, what rock have you been hiding under?'

Loki hopped into the limo before answering, 'My father doesn't approve of the news, I had private schooling and was basically cut off from the world.'

'Well my family is one of the richest in the world, so don't be surprised by the fact that I get picked up in a limo.' Tony stated, sliding into the limo and closing the door.

'I would expect nothing less of the famous Tony Stark.' Loki retorted, running his hands over the leather interior.

It was smooth and cool, and reminded Loki of the leather couch he had back in his room on Asguard. He felt a pang in his chest, as much as he hated Thor and his father, he wanted to go home.

'Drink?' Tony asked opening the mini fridge and pulling out a can of Coke.

'Water would be nice, thank you.' Tony threw a bottle at him and Loki caught it easily, but all he did was stare at it.

'Umm… How do you open it?' Loki asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Tony just laughed and took the bottle from his hand, twisting the cap until he heard a click. He handed the bottle back and snorted at Loki's confused expression.

They sat in companionable silence for most of the trip. Loki tried to ignore the way his stomach fluttered every time his skin brushed against Tony's, or the way that Tony stared sadly out the window when he thought Loki wasn't looking. Loki always noticed the little things in people's personalities, and Tony seemed to be filled with them. All the tiny things that Tony tried to hide, but Loki could see right through his barriers, and he could see the immense sadness that Tony would never reveal aloud.

After about 20 minutes of driving the limo pulled into a long curved driveway, surrounded with immaculate gardens, at the end of the concrete driveway there was a massive house, painted such a bright white that it sparkled in the autumn light and blinded Loki even through the tinted windows of the limousine.

'We're here.' Tony stated as the car pulled up near the front door.

'I can tell, I'm not blind.' Loki replied, opening the car door and slipping out.

'I'm sorry mister I-can't-open-a-plastic-bottle.' Tony replied, following Loki out of the car and stumbling up the front steps towards a black painted door.

Tony entered a code into the nearby keypad, it made a beeping noise and the door swung open.

'Welcome to my crib.'