Typing disinterestedly, Loki's long fingers danced across the buttons of his computer, his glasses sliding slowly on the high bridge of his nose. Loki was an elegant personification of ultimate class when he is concentrating. Beautiful eyes flittering at the bright, illuminating screen, delicate eyebrows frowning.

"What do you want, Thor?" Loki asked without looking up. The large, muscled blonde walked in the press room without another moment of hesitation at the doorframe. "If you're here about the article, I'll say it again, there's nothing I can do about it. You're the one who fucked her, might as well own up to your—"

Loki went flying out of his chair. Face smashed to one side, a perfect, red, stinging color of a fist formed almost immediately on his pale right cheek. He landed on the floor with a loud crash. His computer fell onto its side. He glared up at Thor with resentment in his eyes.

"Thor! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He shouted in rage. Hand grasping at his own cheek in shock.

"Why can't you just keep your fucking mouth shut?" Thor bellowed, his eyes glaring with a killing intent. His fist stung from the hard impact.

"What the fuck are you talking—"

"Frandral!" Thor yelled, pushed the computer Loki had on his desk right off, the piece of machine smashed onto the hard floor. Loki shouted in warning.

Standing up, the slimmer man stormed up and pushed at Thor's hard chest.

"Fuck you! The bastard already know you idiot! You think you and that slut was fucking so discreetly? Check again asshole!" Loki screeched, pushing at Thor's chest with each words, it wasn't very effective since he was significantly thinner and weaker. "You fuckers were just one short fucking step away from announcing your fucking business to the entire goddamn world. Don't blame your fuckups on me!" Loki punched Thor's face, but the hit did nothing more than just smacking Thor's face to the side. "Take some fucking responsibility for once you pathetic piece of shit!"

"Jane broke up with me." Thor announced. Face gloomed. Loki scoffed.

"What, you want some sympathy? You've come to the wrong place for that you idi—"

"Fandral ignores me, especially Sif." Thor muttered, his lower face was covered in unshaven golden-brown stubbles. Loki huffed at him, even if the bastard was undeniably beautiful, he brought everything upon himself.

"Get the fuck out of my room, Thor."

"Jane said she needs time to think. She didn't even hit me or anything. She just looked at me like she was disappointed in me. Like she already knows." Thor glared at Loki, who took a step back, finally aware of the smell of diluted alcohol on Thor's breath.

"You and Sif were being unnecessary obvious so don't go blaming it on me."

Thor's muscles grew taunt, he moved quicker than he ever did, his fingers closed around Loki's throat, making a choked sound, Loki went slamming against the floor again, this time Thor did not minimize his strength.

Thor Odinson's face grew red with adrenaline. This little bitch ruined his life. And he was going to fucking paid for it. Even if that meant that Thor would have to kill him.

"Thor! Stop it!" Thrashing, Loki shouted in alarm. His fists smashed against Thor's arms, making frustrated grabs at his tightening fingers. "Leg…go…!"

Poking at Thor's eyes, Loki successfully drove Thor away, quickly standing up, Loki dashed at the opened door as Thor wailed in agony and cradled his burning sockets.

Loki didn't get far, Thor caught up to him faster than anticipated and yanked him right back. Just as Loki hit the grounds, punches were thrown at Loki's face. Loki's beautifully sculpted, gorgeously carved face. Screaming in full panic, Loki tried to cover himself up, shielding uselessly with his arms against Thor's rushing punches. His face was welling and swelling, there was no doubt his nose was bleeding now.

Loki's eyes blurred, he couldn't see Thor's uncensored rage anymore but he could still see the flashes of his hard fists flying at him.

"Die! You fuck!" Thor screamed.

Loki lost his consciousness.

Thor woke up.

Gasping, Thor wrung at the thin blanket covering his naked body. Sweat broke out of him like a fountain, his gold hair stuck to the side of his face irritably. Thor panted at the cold air of his room, the darkness penetrated by the moonlight through the cracks of his blinds painted his angled face. Thor's eyes widened in shock and terror. He began to tremble with fear.

He killed Loki in his dream. Holy shit. He killed Loki in his dream.

Thor had wrapped his hands around Loki's throat and squeezed the fucking life out of him. He had literally felt Loki's life drained away. Staring down at his shaking palms full of calloused marks, Thor saw the images of Loki's helplessness as he thrashed uselessly underneath him, face contorted into a mess of confused exhilaration. For some reason, it gave Thor a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Killing Loki was obviously not appealing, but the image of Thor's big hands around Loki slender neck was.

"Fuck…" Thor muttered. Shoving his fingers through the golden locks of his hair. Blue eyes glaring at his rumpled sheets, flashes of Loki underneath him burned his memories. Thor growled.

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Going to school that morning was hell for Thor. Not only did he wake up that day with Loki on his mind, now he had to spend most of his days around said asshole.

Why couldn't Thor be anywhere that Loki wasn't? His life would be so much better.

"Thor, are you listening to me?" Jane asked, a sweet smile played on her lips. Thor hurriedly looked down at her with affection.

"Yeah, something about the electro magnetic field…" Thor mumbled, only to be hit playfully on the bicep by his girlfriend.

"No, you dolt, I'm talking about the Einstein-Rosen bridge."

"Gah, you know I'm no good with this science-y stuff! You totally set me up to be hit!" Thor complained happily, shielding himself away from Jane dramatically. Jane laughs out loud.

"Stop being so melodramatic. C'mere," Jane demanded with a bright grin on her lips, then she snuggled against Thor's side once he moved back to his position beside her and draped her shoulders with his arm. "ugh, I hate pep rallies."

"Why? They're so fun." Thor remarked sarcastically.

"Pfft, yeah right. These people'll get riled up over anything." Jane scoffed disdainfully and laid her cheek against Thor's arm.

"Well, Miss Foster, 'tis the modern world of the United States of America." Loki spoke up as he approached the seemingly happy couple, Thor and Jane turned around to witness Loki walked towards them in a delicate leather jacket and slim fitting jeans. "Our economy strives on the hyperbole of events, draining the dollars from diligent consumers as said consumers bought into the exaggeration of advertisement for such disgraceful affairs, formed by cold-blooded CEOs with concepts that drive poor workers from the marketing department to sell their souls just so they can rip off their families and friends."

Loki gave Jane a politely teasing smile.

"Loki, nice to see you." Jane started uneasily, sensing the sudden tension of Thor's muscles against her fingers. "I love your piece the other day about teen pregnancy. Really puts things in perspective for me. I'd always thoughts teenagers wanted to get pregnant so they can have a family of their own since most of the time said teens' families are more than unsatisfactory."

"It is a really probable chance that that might be the biggest reason behind unsafe sexual preparations, but I believe it is the thought that teens need to have sex in the first place is the main issue, and inneed to be further discussed." Loki gave Jane a grateful smile. One of his real ones, Thor noticed.

"It's a different perspective for everyone I guess." Jane chuckled good-naturedly. "So are you going to the hyperbole event merchandising that the cold-blooded CEOs created or are you ditching it?"

"Dear Miss Foster, I wish I could accompany you to this, no-doubt the most loveliest of all periodical events of all high school propaganda-happenings, but I must burden your heart with a decline. As I have way better things to do." Jane snorted cutely, her fingers rubbing at her nose. Loki bowed with charm and a tight grin. Then Loki departs. Walking away with his head tilted high as usual.

Thor curled his lips in dismay.

"I hate that guy." Thor hissed, glaring at Loki's back. Jane gave him a bored stare and leaned her cheek on his bicep.

At that moment, a strange feeling washed over Thor as he found himself, out of nowhere, almost unconsciously as he began training his eyes on Loki's backside, jiggling side to side as he walked powerfully away. The crotch of Thor's jeans tightened the longer Thor's eyes focused on Loki's unbelievably tight butt. Thor's breath began to become labored.

"Babe." Jane called, her eyebrows pulled together in a worrisome frown. "You okay? You've been spacing out."

Thor blinked, adverting his eyes with lightening speed as he realized what he's been staring at. Fear took over his whole body and clogged up his throat.

"Yes, yea, I'm fine." He smiled tightly. Jane gave him a quizzical look.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Thor cleared his throat. "Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I'm fine, Jane."

He wasn't fine.

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Loki found himself staring dismally at the blank screen in front of him. The piece the other day about teen pregnancy and a slight hint towards Sif was rather unsuccessful. True to his word, not one kid had made the connection between student S. to Sif, and for some reason, Loki had quit all of the mouth to mouth whispers that he had previously intended to start. All because he had a glimpse of the dread upon Thor's face that morning just as the papers started circulating.

Loki remembered that look vividly. Thor's blonde, heavy eyebrows bunched together, his blue irises became heavy with a foreboding burden that shouldn't be anywhere near him, and his muscles had grew taunt. Loki could see that even under the heavy amount of clothes Thor buried himself under. And guilt had gnarled at his insides.

For what reason Loki had no clue.

Even worse was his whisper to Frandral before he had left the twenty third floor. Loki immediately regretted saying that to the happy man, Frandral wasn't a bad guy, he was rather nice. Despite his friendship with Thor, he had always reprimanded his friends whenever they tried to bully Loki into submission. Not that Loki needed Frandral's help. He was just fine on his own. But it was the thought that counted and he felt like an even worse asshole than Thor.

And that in and of itself a feat.

"Loki."

He recognized that voice. Loki thought to himself as he looked away from his computer and into the eyes of Frandral.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

But Frandral was no devil. He was a decent man. Loki had had a soft spot for him ever since middle school. He didn't like him. Although he wouldn't deny his presence.

"Yes, Frandral?"

"You know my name." He seemed genuinely surprised at that. Loki rose one of his regal eyebrows.

"What gives you the impression that I don't?" Loki asked.

"Well, uh, you never called me by my name… and… you never really talked to me either… and uh…" Frandral stammered. "Anyways, I'm here for something."

"Clearly."

"Yeah. I was wondering…" Frandral hesitated, blue eyes glancing uncertainly at Loki, who was slowly becoming agitated with the pause the longer it lasted.

"Yes?"

"I just wanted to thank you first of all for the Sif-situation. And also the warning about Thor and Sif." Frandral's eyes clouded over at the slight mention of Thor. "I knew very well that there was something going on between them. I just… didn't act on it."

Loki remained silent, his green eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"That's why I want you to expose them." Frandral asked politely.

Loki's eyebrows raised in surprise. This was new. Frandral, usually, was such a mellow, go lucky, full of forgiveness guy, the longest he'd ever gone without talking to Thor was three hours, and even less for his raven haired girlfriend. Sif and Thor was Frandral's weakness.

"I know it sounds suspicious coming from me. But I just… I don't want…" Frandral stammered, his eyes downcast towards the floor, his hands bawled into fists at his sides. "I've been treating Thor like my brother for the longest time. I've forgiven him whenever he angered me. And I've loved Sif for the longest possible time, and I thought she was the same towards me." Frandral's cleat blue eyes misted over. "I was wrong about them. They'd treated me like a fool. Going behind my back and…" Frandral choked. Water threatened to escape his eyes.

Loki winced.

Jeez, he'd rather write about this sob story more than the pregnancy one.

"I don't think doing an exposé about Thor and Sif would have much impact at this point. We can include Sif's pregnancy but it'd be better if it isn't the main focus. If you want to uncloak them for who they are, it is best that we write about Thor's and Sif's affairs. The spotlight though, would be on you and Jane. Since you're both being cuckolded." Loki explained, Frandral walked into the room and slumped onto a near by chair. He looked defeated. "I would need both you and Jane's confession."