Not gonna lie, I went a little overboard. Lol. This is the longest (and may stay the longest) chapter I've written so far but I...I don't know I got really into it. Sorry for the delay, this wasn't supposed to be this long. Enjoy though, I mean...I may not update for a little while now.

Yeah...I went like 2000 words overboard. HAVE FUN GUYS! :D

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Warning: Language and a little violence

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Steve watches as something inside Loki snaps.

Even after everything went down, there was much speculation as to whether or not Loki Laufeyson was even capable of punching out someone…even Harry Osborn. Both Darcy and Steve stood there partially in shock because not even they believed it. Darcy couldn't remember seeing Loki become physically violent with anyone other than Thor, it just wasn't something Loki did he'd always had such control over his emotions and anger usually resulted in a tantrum. But Loki stood there over Harry who spit some blood onto the metal base of the bleachers. Not even Steve was sure what he was looking at. Loki had gone almost a month being shoved, pushed, pulled, harassed, mocked and not a word was uttered from his mouth. He'd kept his head high and didn't let it get him down. Even after the party he sucked it up and tried to move on…Steve figured he could only take so much, everyone has a breaking point. This wasn't even directed at Loki though.

Harry gets to his feet. He wipes the blood from his mouth and glares at Loki, who was watching him calmly. In an unnerving way. Steve was used to Loki's face to have a calm serenity but his eyes were dark and clouded over and the calmness of his features was uneasy. They'd become jagged and tense; a wire had obviously come loose.

"Say it again," Loki sneers through his teeth, inches away from Harry's face. "Call her that again."

He smirks and licks the blood off his lip. Harry wipes his nose with his hand, laughing to himself and looking Loki in the face. "Your hag's a cunt."

The second hit didn't catch him as off guard. Harry wipes his mouth. People begin to take notice, the girls standing from their spot on the track and whispering amongst themselves as they make their way over towards the bleachers. Steve didn't know what to do. Loki had told him he wasn't allowed to "save" him and from the look on Darcy's face she wasn't sure what to do either. Loki was back in Harry's face, hissing at him.

"Say it again, I dare you, say it to all the girls here. Let's see if you ever get a girlfriend again."

"Back off, you fucking twink," Harry shoves him back but not enough to make him fall.

Darcy growls and moves forward, "Hey-" but Steve holds her arm. He didn't want her to get hit despite his own want to interfere and he would…he just didn't want Loki to hate him for it. "Harry, just back off, okay?"

"Hey, the twink started it. He hit me first."

Loki makes a face at the term. There were things only Darcy was allowed to call him and the worst she used in that context was twinkie. He spits in Harry's face. Harry—disgusted—takes a moment before hitting Loki. Darcy whines. Some of the other students climb up onto the rails and start taking video, a few of them laughing. "Loki, just walk away," Steve orders, scowling at everyone. But Loki didn't hear him. There wasn't much going through his head other than the pounding blood and murmur of voices—he could barely hear his own thoughts—but when he wipes the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at it his pupils dilate and he grins. Blood. He spats it out, looking back up at Harry who was clearly enjoying himself except physically Harry was going to dominate. Loki looks him over, finding every little pinpoint that he needed to make him snap because despite the nagging voice in his head he was enjoying this as well.

"Would daddy be proud of you, Harry? Hmm? Would he congratulate you for using that word?" Harry's mouth twitches. "Does he use that word—cunt? Is that what he calls you? Are you his cunt? Because I can't imagine why you'd use such a term to describe Darcy."

Harry picks Loki up by the cuff of his shirt. "Because that's what she is."

"No, that's what she has, not what she is. The proper term to use to describe Darcy is bitch but only I can call her that you fucking moron. The fact that you'd choose one over the other simply suggests how insecure you are with your own manhood and the fact that women today can be just as strong and independent as men if not more," Loki lets out a wicked laugh, one that makes the hairs on the back of Steve's neck stand on end. "Do you fear strong women, Harry? Because I doubt that diving into the female members of the debate team is going to do you any good. I'm sure daddy can tell you that even his most desperate self-conscious secretaries give him a good slap when he uses such an offensive derogatory term such as cunt no matter how much he fucks them over the back of his desk-"

"Shut UP!"

Harry goes for a low shot, punching Loki in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him. He lets go of his shirt and Loki slumps down into a seat on the bleachers. Loki clutches his stomach and glares up at Harry, showing that he wasn't going to be taken down so easily. Most of the students had crowded around the bleachers now, everyone trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. They were pulling out phones and cameras, the guys all jeering and encouraging the fight while the girls gasped and whispered. Darcy had had enough. She pulls away from Steve and jumps off the bleachers, pushing through the growing crowd to make her way towards the football field. Steve catches Loki's eye and gives him a pleading look but Loki just looks away. Once he got started he couldn't stop, his tongue would get the best of him.

Loki gives Harry another once over and furrows his brow. "And what about mommy, Harry? What would mommy say if she heard you use that word?" Some of the girls gasp. Harry hits him again but Loki keeps pressing in. "You think she'd be proud of you? Think she'll brag to everyone about how her baby boy uses the word cunt?" He hits him again, the blood starting to overflow from Loki's mouth.

Natasha places a hand on Steve's shoulder as she comes up the stairs. Her voice is demanding, face clouded over and serious. "Stop it, Loki."

"What a great example you're setting, Harry, as her only son."

"I should say the same to you, faggot," Loki makes a face. "After all, you're setting such a good example for your baby brother."

Some of the guys laugh. "Ohhhh shit." Everyone else breaks out into a whisper, anxiously waiting for the fight to get good. Steve watches as every bit of control Loki had left falls away. He stands—slowly—and takes a deep breath, hitting Harry once—twice—three times just below his ribs before Harry gets a good punch in that knocks Loki off his feet. The other students start to egg them on, jeering and encouraging them. Loki starts to push himself up but Harry kicks sharply in the ribs. He yelps; it was the side where Loki's ribcage looked twisted, Steve remembered from art class.

"Knock it off, Harry!" Steve steps partially between them, shoving him away.

Harry shoves Steve aside, Loki's foot shooting up to just barely miss his groin, still making him wince and double over. Loki attempts to scramble to his feet but Harry recovers faster than anticipated and grabs his shirt, pulling him up. He pushes on Loki's face to keep him back when Loki swings an arm at him. His finger encroaches dangerously close to Loki's eye, threatening to gouge it out, and he starts to panic when he can't breathe. Loki claws at Harry's arm, some of the girls starting to cry out. After a desperate conflict with the elastic in his shorts Loki pulls out his lighter and lights it, pressing it against Harry's arm. Harry yells and punches Loki again still holding tight to his shirt though Loki was pulling as hard as he could to get away. The pain in his ribs had jump started his brain back into reality and Loki had had enough fun with his little games. He wanted to get away. Steve grabs Harry's arm and tells him to let go but he's ignored, Harry's fist poised for another hit when a massive hand grabs his other arm.

Thor glares daggers into Harry Osborn.

Darcy takes Steve's hand and pulls him back slightly, Natasha taking a step back as well, everyone suddenly filled with the anxiety of Thor going on a complete rampage.

"Let him go, Osborn," Thor growls. He was surprisingly calm which was a whole lot scarier than Thor maiming Harry's face. Harry narrows his eyes with a sneer, challenging him. "Let him go or I'll make you let him go." Still no response from Harry. Thor sighs and lets go of his arm. He pushes himself between them and swiftly raises his elbow, bringing it down on the arm that was holding Loki. Some of the girls scream, covering their eyes. He didn't break it though, Thor was controlling himself well, he'd only broken Harry's grip who was howling and gripping his elbow. Thor pulls Loki up by his upper arm, scowling at him when a shrill whistle goes off.

Ms. Hill sternly narrows her eyes on the three of them, pointing them out and motioning for them to follow. "You three—let's go. Now."

"You're setting very poor examples of yourselves, gentlemen," Principle Fury leans onto his desk, narrowing his eye. He only had one, which was slightly unnerving for a school principal, but from what the students had heard, he'd lost it during his time in the military.

Loki, Thor, and Harry were all sitting in his office with their respective guardians sitting just behind them. Frigga—Thor and Loki's mother—and a smartly dressed man that looked nothing like Harry Osborn's father. Loki assumed it was the man that kept the house in order, Harry had always bragged about having help. Both had been waiting in the office when they all three reported in, Frigga giving both her boys the coldest look either of them had seen in a long time. Ms. Hill was standing in front of the closed door, arms crossed and just as serious as ever. Thor was the only one who didn't look like he'd been in a fight. They'd been allowed to shower and change but all three were thoroughly embarrassed since Ms. Hill stood in the boy's locker room to make sure they didn't run or break out in another fight. Loki and Harry both looked battered, Harry's arm in a sling for his sprained elbow. Thor was staring calmly at the top of Fury's desk, arms crossed. Harry and Loki were both scowling and staring in opposite directions.

"Mr. Odinson, since you were not an instigator in this conflict you're lucky that it won't be going on your record therefore it won't ruin any scholarships that you may have in the future. You will however not be permitted to play for the remainder of the season-"

"But, sir, I was pulling these two off each other, there was murder in their eyes-"

Fury holds up a hand to silence him, Frigga rubbing his shoulder to calm him down. "You're lucky you didn't break Mr. Osborn's arm, Mr. Odinson, I'm being very lenient. I could suspend you from the team altogether but your coach practically begged for me to keep you on for both the team's sake and your own. You will play again next year."

"But sir-"

"Or would you rather I suspend you from all school activities for the remainder of the year? This means clubs, activity groups, sports teams, sporting events, and, yes of course, homecoming and prom. Or would you rather I allow you the pleasure of taking some fine little lady to the dance coming up?" Thor goes silent, Frigga whispering Swedish into his ear to soothe him. "Very good. Now…Mr. Osborn…you've been in my office multiple times already this year, perhaps you have something you'd like to say in your defense?" Harry wipes his nose with the back of his free hand. "No? Because you and Mr. Laufeyson have been having conflicts since day one of his reinstatement, and since then you have been in and out of my office more than I have."

Harry snorts and re-crosses his legs. "Hey, he started it, okay?" He shoots a look in Loki's direction and turns away to scowl at the floor.

"That being as it may…it was brought to my attention that you have been using inappropriate derogatory terms towards some of the other students including Mr. Laufeyson. Therefore I have decided that you are to be removed from all extracurricular activities provided by the school, including sports teams and you will not be allowed to rejoin until the next school year-"

He stands. "No way! That's bullshit!" He turns to the man sitting behind him. "Bernard-"

"Sit down, Harry," Ms. Hill snaps.

"He hit me first!" Harry points a finger at Loki. "And where the hell is Lewis in all this, she's the one who-"

"Sit down, Mr. Osborn, I was not finished."

"NO! Not until that faggot gets what's coming to him!"

Frigga lets out a small whimper.

"THAT kind of attitude and IMPROPRIETY is why I'm taking the actions I am taking!" Fury yells. "His mother is sitting right here—now you sit your ass down I am not finished." Ms. Hill grabs Harry's shoulders and pushes him back down in his seat. Fury clears his throat, taking a deep breath. "You will also be suspended from school property for the next five days and—yes—that includes the football game on Friday. And before you argue you should be grateful I'm not taking away the pleasure of the school dances this year for you either and that Mrs. Odinson here isn't filing any kind of restraining order on your person."

"Principal Fury, I need those extracurriculars to make it into NYU-"

"Well then you better find some activities outside of school. Now get out." Harry punches the wall as he stands, the man accompanying him reaching out in support but Harry smacks him away. Ms. Hill closes the door behind them.

Fury takes another deep breath. He rubs his eye and looks up at Loki, folding his hands together. "Mr. Laufeyson…I'm just not sure what to do with you…" He opens what Loki assumed to be his file, flipping through it. "You don't turn in your work, you don't show up for class…I've gotten a few young ladies in here complaining about your presence in the girls' lavatory-" Thor starts to snicker and Frigga smacks him in the back of the head, "-but I'll let that last one slide—can't seem to stay out of trouble, can you?" Loki doesn't answer. "I ensured your family that you would be safe here at school but you're going to make it very difficult to keep that promise if you go around picking fights. But this is the last time isn't it?" He pauses. "Mr. Laufeyson."

"Loki," Frigga hisses at him.

Loki sighs, lifting his head slightly to look just past Principle Fury. "Sir?"

"This will be the last time I hear about any trouble involving your person, I trust?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes…sir."

"Very good." Fury sets Loki's lighter and cigarette pack on his desk and quirks a brow, Loki grumbling to himself. Frigga mutters his name disapprovingly. "Now…I'm going to pretend that because you haven't been in school for some time you forgot about our policy on drugs and I'm going to pretend that you didn't use this lighter here on Mr. Osborn's person because according to some of the other students that it was used in self-defense. However…you did instigate this little spat between Mr. Osborn and yourself therefore you will be suspended from school property for five days and will not be permitted to take any extracurricular activities for the remainder of the year. And this will be the last time you're in my office this year, Mr. Laufeyson, do I make myself clear?"

"Fighting. Of all the things you could get in trouble for, it's fighting," Frigga looks at Loki through the rear view mirror with a scowl. She'd been scowling at him since she'd gotten to the school. "And we've already talked about you skipping classes, Loki, do we need to have this talk again?" He shrugs. It took a lot to make her mad. When it came to their family the three men were the ones with the tempers—Frigga usually cried about everything Loki did to 'shame their family name' but of course once Loki gets Thor involved she goes off. Typical. "You know you could've gotten your brother into serious trouble? Thor loves football, it's the only thing keeping him out of trouble but you saw to that, didn't you?"

"Mum-"

"Oh, don't 'mum' me, young man, I'm just as upset with you," she takes a deep breath, hands tightening around the steering wheel. "Fighting… How could you do something so stupid? Don't think that either of you are going to the game this weekend, you're both grounded. And you've lost car privileges until I decide to give them back. And—Loki—we're putting off getting your permit until you're sixteen because I've had just about enough of you…I don't know what to do anymore! We've been trying so hard to keep you from getting harassed in school what would make you think fighting was a good idea?"

Loki glares out the window, refusing to speak. He knew Thor would just get aggressive if he started talking back to Frigga and the one side of his face felt swollen enough. Thor grumbles, turning his head to her. "Mum, I told Steven he could stay with us this weekend."

Frigga sighs. "No matter how much I love Steven you're just going to have to tell him that he can't come over, I'm in no mood to entertain." They turn into their neighborhood and she starts grumbling to herself. "We don't enforce your curfew, we let you and Darcy go into the city, we let you and Thor drink during the holidays…" she glares at him through the mirror. "You wanted to change your surname and we let you do that. You know, I argued with your father for months after letting you take a year off of school and this is how you repay me…" Loki rolls his eyes. "Your father is not going to hear a word of this, understand? He would skin you alive, especially you, Thor, you could have seriously hurt that other boy…Loki you're to stay in your room during your suspension, no Darcy, no other friends, you're to keep your music at a civil level, and I will be checking your school work because I can't believe you're failing all of your classes for not doing your work. If your father asks about what happened to your face you and Thor were roughhousing, got it?" Frigga watches Loki through the mirror. "Loki. Are you listening to me?" He ignores her. She pulls around the driveway and parks the car, turning to face him. "Do you know why I'm upset? That other boy could've gotten hurt…you could've gotten hurt. Again." He doesn't answer. "Loki." Nothing. "Loki-" He undoes his seatbelt and grabs his bag, opening the door. Frigga gets out after him, catching him before he gets in the house. "And don't think you're not in trouble for the cigarettes either-"

"God, it was just a pack of Camel!" Loki snaps, pulling his arm away from her. "It's not like I was blazing up in the bathroom. What's next, you want to search my room for drugs? Because you're not going to find any, I only have the cigarettes for stress!" He storms into the house, kicking off his shoes and taking care to knock some of the jackets off the coatrack by the door. Frigga walks in behind him as Loki goes into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. Thor follows them calmly, taking care to put the shoes in the basket by the door and picking up all of the jackets.

"Loki—you have medicine to help you with your anxiety and stress. They help you sleep, they even you out, but you don't take them!"

"Oh, yes, you'd like that wouldn't you? Sedate me so I'm less trouble for you…"

"It's not sedation—Loki, we're just trying to do what's best for you!" He scoffs, taking his soda and walking towards the stairs. Loki was starting to get worked up. Every little thing that happened to him, his family turned it around to make it his fault. She catches his arm. "Baby…I'm at my wits end! You're not taking your classes seriously, you come home with fresh bruises everyday…but you won't talk to me! You won't even talk to Thor!" Loki rolls his eyes. "I knew…that putting you back in school was going to be rough and I knew…I knew it was going to make you resent me but if something's going on, I need for you to talk to me. Sif showed me those—videos online and I just—I don't know…" She whimpers, her hand slowly moving down his arm to take his hand. "Do you hate me? Is that why you're doing this?"

Loki jerks his arm away from hers, his scowl slowly turning into the sneer he was trying so hard to contain. "You know…maybe you should point your misguided sense of perception towards yourself every once and a while and you'd be able to answer half the fucking questions you ask me because believe it or not half the things I do aren't to victimize you!" He'd let some of the tears he'd been struggling to hold back run down his face. "And you know maybe if you didn't think that I hated you so much I WOULDN'T FUCKING HATE YOU!" Loki screams at her storming up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door. Frigga covers her face. She wasn't crying, yet, but her shoulders were starting to tremble.

Thor sighs and approaches her slowly, touching her shoulder. "Mum-" She uncovers her face and shakes her head, pushing him off.

"No, no…just—go to your room. I'm done." Thor makes a face, reaching out for her again. "GO." He shamefully walks upstairs, closing his door behind him with a soft click. Frigga soon follows, locking herself in her own bedroom.

Loki hears both their doors click and locks his own. He paces around his room, pulling out his phone and speed dialing Darcy's number. She was probably at flag practice right now but she always picked up. "Come on, Darcy," he mumbles to himself, swearing when he gets her voicemail. There was no way he was going to be locked up in his house for a whole week. He pulls on a pair of shoes and goes into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him and turning on the fan—it was where he usually threw his tantrums. Loki opens the window and crawls out onto the slightly slanted bit of roof that was just above the back porch, crawling along until he gets to the corner where the roof overhangs above some of the larger bushes in the garden. He starts to climb down hanging so that he's about four feet off the ground before dropping and rolling out of the bushes with a swear. Loki tries calling Darcy again and ducks between the fences, walking along a small path between the houses. She doesn't answer. "Fucking—ANSWER!" He kicks one of the fences in frustration. Staying home for a week wasn't an option. He wanted to go out and party, he needed that distraction. It wasn't like he was going to hole himself up in his room and do his schoolwork.

A truck has to slam on its breaks when Loki walks out onto the main road. He stops partially in shock when he realizes how little he was paying attention to where he was going. Much to his amusement though, it's Steve Rogers who gets out of the driver's seat, sighing and rolling his eyes when he sees Loki. "I nearly hit you, you know!" Steve scolds, running a hand through his hair.

"Sorry, I—wasn't looking."

"Obviously." They both stand around awkwardly, some guy passing them shouting and honking for them to get out of the road. Loki flicks the guy off and Steve puts a hand on his arm, lowering it gently. "Are you okay?"

Loki shoots him a look. "Peachy."

"No," he shakes his head. "I mean…are you okay?" Loki furrows his brow.

He didn't feel okay. His stomach was in knots, his face hurt, his pride hurt, he'd made Frigga cry and she'd made him cry; she'd made him cry. Darcy was ignoring him. Everyone was acting like it was his fault but he was just trying to help. He was always trying to help but of course just like everything else it blew up in his face. "No. Okay? No, I'm not fucking okay, I'm not I-" Loki starts to pace around. "I try so hard, alright? I try harder than anyone but no one appreciates it! No one fucking cares!" He starts crying and pulling at his hair in frustration. Loki never cried in front of anyone but Darcy and normally he'd snap at Steve for staring but he didn't even seem to notice Steve watching him in concern. "It got out of hand, okay? I should've just walked away but I didn't because I'm so fucking stupid! Harry Osborn calls my best friend a cunt and my family casts me out like a pariah as usual just because I was trying to do something fucking right for once-"

Steve takes a hold of his shoulders to keep him still. "Loki-"

"But it doesn't matter what I do because everyone's always going to treat me like a bug-"

"LOKI!" He shakes him and Loki stops. They stare at one another, Loki clearing his throat and wiping his eyes. "Look—we all have our breaking points, okay? And sometimes we let things get out of hand but it doesn't make us bad." Loki takes a moment to calm down. He'd normally disapprove of physical contact but…he didn't seem to mind. Steve was still holding his shoulders and he'd taken a step closer to him, studying his bruised and battered face. "I'm sorry…I should've—stepped in or something-"

"Steve."

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing here?" There's a pause. "It's past 3:30 and you have practice—don't you have a game Friday?" Steve hesitates, blushing. Loki knew from how Thor talked about their coach that skipping football practice was an offense practically punishable by death—though he doubted that the coach was dumb enough to kick the star quarterback off the team. Still…Steve didn't strike him as the type to skip something he knew he shouldn't; he was Thor's best friend, the golden boy, the honors student, teacher's favorite…and it pissed Loki off immensely that Steve would go and do something like this just when he was starting to get a read on him.

"Look, I umm—I felt bad about what happened, okay? I should've done something and I didn't and I just-" He stops when Loki raises a brow, telling him to get to the point. "I wanted to check on you…make sure you were alright." Loki looks away and smiles, Steve's hands pulling away from his shoulders. "I should—probably get going, huh? You seemed to have places to be."

"Not really…just needed to get out of the house."

He walks with Steve to his car, stepping back as he gets in. Steve rolls down the window. "Hey, listen—if you need anything during your-"

"Imprisonment?"

"Yeah," he laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Give me a call, okay? If you just want to talk or…sneak out or whatever."

Loki smiles and nods. It was a gesture he expected but not one that he thought he'd want to act on, his brain already whirling with possibilities. Darcy obviously wasn't talking to him and usually when she didn't answer it meant she was either angry or upset and if she didn't call back then it meant it was at him. But Loki needed to get out of the house. He couldn't let Frigga win this one, he was too proud, and he needed a way to vent out his anger in a way that would relax him. Since his stash was rather low and he was supposedly grounded—and Principal Fury had taken his last cigarette pack—he might as well take advantage of Darcy not wanting to hang out by going somewhere she wouldn't want to be.

Steve starts the car and Loki leans in the window, biting his lip. "Hey, Steve?" He looks up with a smile. "There's a…party in the city this weekend. Wanna go?"