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Loki and Natasha left the club after the show was over, arm in arm and smiling with the after effects of seeing their favorite band live. Clint raced by in his vehicle, a cringeworthy, rusted sound ripping from the car as he shouted out the window.

"What did he say?" Natasha looked to Loki for an answer.

"Who cares?" He shrugged but stared after Clint's retreating vehicle.

"Has he importun'd you with love in an honorable fashion?" Nat grinned. Loki gave her a sharp look. "Don't be Cruella with me. I'm in favor of the idea of romance." Loki lightly jabbed her in the ribs, looking back at the club with recent memories in his eyes.

"That was amazing."

"It was. I only wish William were here to witness the rebirth of punk rock with us."

"So true," Loki released Natasha's arm to unlock the car doors.

"Then he tells me he didn't wear the Kenneth Coles with those grey pants because he felt he would be 'mixing genres' and the fact that I noticed, and this is word for word, 'really meant something.'" Steve regaled Bruce dreamily. Bruce raised his eyebrows, waiting for Steve to add something. He didn't.

"You told me that already," Bruce finally said.

"I've just been going over the whole thing in my head over and ov-"

"Hey, dingo," Tony spoke up suddenly from behind Steve. Steve met Bruce's gaze and tensed before turning to face Stark.

"I hear you're helping Barton."

"Oh, yeah, we're old friends," Bruce explained.

"Really? You and Barton?"

"Yeah, definitely. We took baths together as kids," Bruce spoke without really thinking about the statement. Tony squinted and lowered an eyebrow at him before turning his acidic gaze to Steve.

"And what's your role in all of this?"

"I'm just the new kid," Steve replied almost apologetically. Tony took Bruce by the collar of his shirt.

"You better not fuck this up for me," his face went close to Bruce's. "I'm heavily invested in this."

"It's all for the greater good, right Steve?" Bruce swallowed and eyed Steve out the corner of his eye. Tony let go of Bruce and shoved Steve into a locker for kicks before walking off.

Loki sat impatiently outside of Coulson's office again. The door opened after a few moments and Clint stepped out, a lazy grin on his face.

"You're completely demented," Phil directed at Barton's back.

"See you next week!" He called back cheerily, pausing when he noticed Loki standing up to take his place in the counselor's office.

"You two know each other?" Coulson asked, concern and maybe traces of fear in his tone.

"No," Loki spat at the same moment that Clint sang "Yeah." Coulson shook his head and pulled Loki into his office. He peered out at Clint. "Dear god, stay away from Loki, you two will destroy the earth." Clint looked at Loki with a sly grin before Phil shut the door.

Later that evening Loki was in his room, fem punk blasting and reverberating against his walls. Thor and Sif stood outside the door, expectant but not very hopeful.

"Safe to say he is not going," Thor turned to Sif with a frown. They crept down the stairs and past Odin, five feet from the door when Odin came out of the kitchen. Both boys jumped ten feet at the sight of him.

"Father, I-"

"And where are you going?"

"If you must know, Sif and I were planning on going to a group-study with some friends."

"Otherwise known as an orgy, where diseases run rampant?"

"Father, it is just a party! I knew you would forbid me from going as long as the Prince of Darkness is not going," Thor turned to see Loki descending the stairs, headphones on. His sleeveless black shirt and dark pants looked unexpectedly sexy as he wandered into the kitchen and returned with an apple in hand.

"Loki, did you know of any party?" Odin questioned his son. Loki shrugged in response, taking a bite out of the green apple.

"Father, there are people expecting me!"

"Hush, Thor. So long as Loki is not going, you are not going." Odin sounded final. Thor looked at Loki, his eyes alight with irritation and mild disgust.

"You are ruining my life! Just because you do not want to be normal!"

"And what exactly is normal?"

"The party. That is normal. Not locking yourself in your room and listening to psychotic chicks at full volume." Loki removed his headphones in response, more or less stepping up to do battle.

"Can you pretend for one evening that you are not completely wretched?"

"At least I am not a clouted fen-sucked hedge-pig."

"What does that even mean?"

"It is a Shakespearean insult, perhaps you have heard of him?"

"Yeah, your weird friend Natasha's wet dreams revolve around him. Perhaps I should stay indoors and dream over dead guys since I cannot go out."

"Boys." Odin's voice was a threat. There was utter silence for a few moments, Thor's eyes burning holes into Loki's skull as he maintained a calm demeanor.

"I know about the goddamn party. I am going." Loki finally spoke. Sif and Thor excitedly gripped each other's arms and made sounds of joy, Thor's like a lion purring and Sif's excited squeals. Odin put a hand on Thor's shoulder as a sign to calm down.

"It is starting," his voice was strained.

"It is still just a party, father," Thor reassured him. Odin nodded dazedly.

"Before you go, you have to look at the STD photos," he briefly left the room and came back with a stack of nasty pictures containing genital warts and peeling skin, lice, and many other sickening sights. Thor grimaced and flipped through them, Sif glancing at them with horror in her eyes.

"You are so unbalanced," Thor wrinkled his nose.

"Promise me you will not speak to anyone sleazy unless your brother is around," Odin advised.

"Why?"

"Because Loki will scare them away." The doorbell rang and Loki stomped over to the door, cramming his car keys into his pocket and throwing on a green jacket. He flung the door open with a sour look on his face to find Clint standing there.

"Nine-thirty, right?" Clint raised his eyebrows. Loki scowled. "I'm sorry, I'm early."

"I am driving." Loki replied.

"Thor get off on rotting crotches?" Clint peeked over Loki's shoulder and saw the pictures in Thor's hands.

"Loki, lookin' hot tonight," Tony sidled up to him as soon as he stepped inside. Loki's mouth dropped open into an O and he stared at the top of Stark's head.

"Was that- Did your hairline just recede?" Loki exclaimed and walked off, Tony calling behind him. "Where you going?"

"Away."

"Thor here?"

"Leave my brother alone."

"And why would I do that?" Tony shot seconds before a football player hollered "FIGHT!" Two guys threw their coffee at each other anticlimactically, saying something along the lines of 'That was New Guinea Peaberry, you Folger's-instant-slurping-asswipe." Then they break out their fists and started to go at each other, pulling Tony in to watch. Thor entered the room and Stark's attention quickly went to him.

"Just who I was looking for," he smiled like a snake and put his arm around Thor, guiding him out to another room.