Loki woke up with his arm being almost pulled out of its socket.
"You could just nudge me." Loki muttered; he had been deep in sleep, which didn't happen often to him.
"Where's the fun in that?" Tony grinned, Loki glared. "C'mon, I need to get ready."
"So do I!" Loki protested.
"Yeah, well I have more people to impress." Tony shot back, climbing out of bed.
"Too bad." Tony sighed and let Loki use the bathroom first. Tony called out from outside the bathroom. "So today, and however long is necessary, what should we do for classes?"
"We could alternate periods. Like I go to one of your subjects, then you go to one of mine."
"I know what alternating is." Tony snapped, annoyed. He was used to everyone treating him like the genius he was, and Loki just treated him like an idiot.
"You don't act like it." Loki smirked. Tony sighed; it was going to be a long week for him. When Loki got out Tony was grinning.
"What?" Loki asked.
"I just realized, you have to come to physics with me today." Tony reminded Loki.
"Shut up." Loki said as he rolled his eyes. Tony cracked up laughing and Loki could still hear him from outside the bathroom while he was getting changed. Tony walked out.
"I was thinking, seeing as we can't make all of our classes, we could ask someone to take notes for us or something?"
"Yeah, I'll ask Peggy. You gonna ask Bruce?" Loki asked, as he packed his bag with one hand.
"I suppose so." Tony shrugged. "Bruce?" He called out. The man in question walked into Tony's room.
"Yeah?" Bruce said, whilst cleaning his glasses.
"Can you take notes for me?" Tony asked, fluttering his eyelashes. Bruce smirked, looking at their hands.
"Sure. Have a good day, you two." He said, walking out into the hallway.
"Oh we will." Tony replied.
" Mr. Stark, why is Loki currently chained to your wrist?" Well shit. Tony hadn't thought about this. Seeing Tony struggling, Loki decided to pitch in.
"It's my psychology project, sir. Well, Peggy and I's project. It's to see what happens when two opposites are forced together for a certain amount of time." The people at the party last night had to hide their laughter. The professor nodded. "Well, Loki, I'm not expecting anything amazing from you in physics," Loki scowled as Tony burst out laughing at his expression "But if you feel like taking notes or contributing, feel free. Now, if you could get out your- Mr. Stark, stop laughing- textbooks and turn to page…" Loki sighed and slumped in his chair. However, he was surprised. Tony was actually a genius. There was no other word to explain him. Physics was mildly interesting, even though he was sitting next a mini Stephen Hawking. Psychology was great. But with Tony sighing and drumming his fingers, Loki was beginning to get irritated, Until, when the teacher asked a question, and Tony, who didn't look as if he was paying attention and who hadn't ever taken psychology, put his hand up and correctly answering it in great detail, surprising everyone in the classroom, especially Loki.
"What the hell was that?" He whispered to Tony.
"It was an easy question." Tony shrugged. Loki just shook his head and went back to taking notes. Tony admired the way Loki was so interested in his subject, and how much he excelled in it. There were few subjects that people were better at than Tony, and it looked like Psychology was one of them. Tony liked how Loki could hold up a conversation with him, he was sick of blonde models flipping their hair.
When the bell rang and they were going back to their rooms to do homework, Loki asked if he could grab some things from his room. When they got there Clint was out, probably training with Natasha, but the TV was on.
"Doctor Who? Yes!" Loki pulled Tony over to the couch and proceeded to watch it. "You like Doctor Who?" Tony asked, surprised for the second time that day.
"Yeah, problem with that?" Loki asked, daring Tony to ridicule him about is TV show taste.
"No, just, it's my favourite show as well." Tony replied defensively. He'd always loved Doctor Who, even as a young kid, Maria couldn't pull him away from it.
"Seriously?" Loki was surprised, him and Tony might actually have something in common.
"Yeah, and Torchwood." Loki stared at him incredulously.
"This changes everything. What else do you like?" Now Loki was curious.
"What, like music, movies, books?"
"Whatever, I suppose." Loki shrugged.
"I like punk and rock, like Black Sabbath, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy etc. Movies? Anything really, love a good horror. I don't have time to read, except textbooks, haha, but I like most stuff. You?"
"Evanescence, Paramore, Evermore, anything but annoying pop artists."
"Figured. Not bad choices. I take you're into books?" Tony said, gesturing at the piles of books stacked in Loki's bedroom.
"Yeah. Don't judge me, but I like Shakespeare and most other classics. And I like most movies but I can't stand horror."
"What? You don't like horror?" Tony inquired, shocked.
"No! I hate it!" Loki replied.
"Well you're no fun." Tony grumbled.
"Did you ever think that I was?" Loki asked, knowing the answer.
"No." was Tony's blunt reply.
"Well c'mon, I have homework." Loki informed Tony as he proceeded to drag him to the library.
"Someone's bossy." Tony stated.
"I prefer responsible." Loki sniped. Tony laughed. He hated to admit it, but Loki's sarcasm and wit was starting to grow on him.
"Wake up!" Loki hit Tony with a pillow.
"Why? It's," Tony glanced at the clock on his right." 6am! Loki, we don't have to get up until 9am"
"Well, I'm going to the gym." Loki declared, not really caring about what Tony's opinion was.
"Do I get a say?" Tony's muffled voice came from under the duvet.
"Stark, do you honestly think that I care about what your say is?" Loki said with a sigh.
"After two days of being stuck together you would've thought you cared about me a tiny bit. But no." Tony feigned hurt.
"Stalling me won't change anything. We're going to the gym." Loki unzipped his sleeping bag, and dragged Tony out from his duvet where he was curled up. Tony grabbed hold of the duvet and refused to budge, despite Loki definitely leaving bruises on his wrist from pulling him so hard.
"Have you thought about how you're going to work out with me chained to you?" Tony asked, in a desperate attempt to stall him. Loki opened his mouth again and the closed it, deep in thought.
"Exactly. So why don't we just go back to sleep and you can work out all you want when we're not like this." He gestured towards the handcuffs.
"I don't give up that easy." With a final tug, Loki managed to pull Tony away from the bed and drag him into the hallway.
"Nooooo! It's cold!" Tony objected loudly.
"How old are you again, Stark?" Loki asked
"19. But I have the intelligence of someone much older."
"But the mentality of one years younger." Loki muttered.
"I heard that!"
"That was the point. Now get your arse," Tony snorted at the British side of Loki showing. "Out of bed and get ready for the gym."
With a sigh, Tony allowed himself to be dragged to the gym at 5:15am on a Tuesday morning.
Tony sat in a chair next to the treadmill, extremely bored and watching his hand be pulled up and down, as he had for the past hour. First, Loki had gone on one of the exercise bikes, and now he was on the treadmill. As Tony sat there, and his hand flew up for 3600th time (he'd been counting), the treadmill came to a halt.
"Can we go now?" Tony whined. It was now 6:30am and he was hungry.
Loki looked around, trying to figure out if there was anything else he could go on without needing his hands. There was nothing. Loki sighed. "Yes, Stark, we can go."
"Thank bloody god." He stood up and marched out, with Loki reluctantly being dragged behind him, wiping his brow with a cloth.
"I don't see why you made such a big deal out of going to the gym." Loki said to Tony.
" I didn't make a big deal out of going to the gym. I made a big deal out of going to the gym at 5am."
"I'm sorry for wanting to be fit."
"Are you calling me unfit?" Tony turned towards Loki, with one eyebrow raised.
"Well, when you put it like that…" They both glared at each other.
"Loki?" Natasha walked up to the pair. "Plan going well I see."
Loki turned to her. "Tell me about it."
"Hey! I'm not that bad!" Tony protested.
"Yeah, well you've never had to spend a week with yourself, now have you?"
"Quit the arguing you two. You boys hungry?" Natasha interrupted as Tony glared at Loki.
"Starving." Tony declared.
"Right then. There's a new café down the road from campus, I was thinking of trying it out. You keen?" Nat suggested.
"Yup. Can I just have a shower first?" asked Loki.
"No! I want food!" objected Tony.
"I really don't want to go around smelling like this." Loki argued.
Natasha sighed. "Make up your mind!"
Loki tried a different approach. "Please?" He gave his best puppy dog eyes. Tony's heart skipped a beat. How could he say no to Loki's deep, emerald eyes? "Fine then." He glared at the ground. Natasha's mouth dropped. Loki smiled and walked off, taking Tony with him. Natasha ran after them and then dropped back into her usual pace next to Tony. "Did you just let him get his way?" Natasha gaped.
"Maybe." Tony frowned.
"I knew this would work! Quicker than I expected though." Natasha sounded triumphant.
"Woah, hold up. You had this planned for a while?" Now Tony was confused.
"Last year, actually."
"Why?"
"You'll see." She smiled smugly.
"This isn't just about us getting along is it?"
"You already know the answer to that question."
Tony opened his mouth to say something when his arm was again yanked sideways into Loki's room. "I'll wait here!" Nat yelled. Tony nodded and turned back around, only to walk into Clint. "Was that Natasha?" he asked the pair.
"Yeah, we're going out for coffee."
"Mind if I join?" he asked.
"Yes, actually-Ow!" Loki elbowed Tony in the ribs.
"Feel free." Loki smiled. Tony rubbed his chest as Clint raced out to talk to Nat.
"Why is he joining us?" Tony turned on Loki.
"Why do you object to him joining us?" Loki asked as he grabbed his clothes.
"I don't object to him, just the fact that it'll mean endless jokes and puns about this!" Tony gestured at the handcuffs.
"I know, but I'm trying to conduct some matchmaking here!" Tony was dumbfounded.
"What, Clint and Natasha?"
"I thought it was obvious. Clint's clearly in love, however, Natasha doesn't believe in love. She says it's for children." Loki stated simply.
Tony couldn't help himself. "And you? Do you believe in love?" He blurted out. Loki gave him an inquisitive look. He looked Tony straight in the eye and said; "If I ever find the right person, then yes." They walked to the bathroom. Once the shower was running, Tony sighed and ran a hand through his head.
God, he was falling for Loki.