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the high school au meme.

high school au meme

1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line.
2. Roll 1-19.
3. ???
4. Play out high school AU times.

1. first day
Catch up with old friends, brave new teachers, fight your way through the sea of students, and hope you're in the right classroom. Oh, you're the new kid. Well, that's okay as long as you've got more than enough summer vacation anecdotes to fill ten pages of Times New Roman size 12, single-spaced.

2. first period
You're gonna be late! Or are you already there? Class hasn't started just yet, so chat it up or copy your classmate's homework before the teacher gets here.

3. lesson proper
You're probably diligently taking notes, looking out the window daydreaming or reciting in class, much to your teacher's delight - or dismay. Try not to be too obvious when counting down the minutes and pass that note as discreetly as possible.

4. faculty
Have a bone to pick with your terror math teacher. A crush on the cute chemistry teacher? There might be something you want to ask your homeroom teacher about. In any case, you plan on seeing a faculty member today. Or maybe they plan on seeing you!

5. lunch break
Man, you are starving. Hopefully, today's menu has something good. If the crowded cafeteria's not your thing, try the rooftop.

6. hooky
One of you is skipping class. You should try talking them out of it if that's your thing.

7. detention
What on earth did you do to get this? Oh well. Detention can't be that bad when you've got all these very nice, approachable model students around to talk to.

8. p.e.
Baseball, basketball, dodgeball - no matter the sport, just remember: you are the star. It's you. At least, you hope it is.

9. home ec
Sewing! Cooking! ... Try not to burn the school down!

10. lab work
Frog dissections! Explosions!

11. school fair/festival
Every school has one of these. What's your class doing this year?

12. theater
Oh boy, oh boy, being the star of this play is your dream. It isn't? Oh. You're still helping with the props and costumes, right?

13. library
If you need to look something up or just want some peace and quiet, this is the place. Whatever you do, shh, people are trying to read.

14. bully
Whether they take the form of Nelson Muntz or Regina George, if you choose to meet them at the gym at four o' clock or else, be ready to face the consequences... or maybe you don't have to. Not when someone's here to help you out. (This can go either way - one of the participants can be the bully or someone helping the victim.)

15. tutor
You're having trouble with a class or you're trying to make up for the days you were absent. It's a good thing someone was nice enough to offer their assistance.

16. clubs
Assuming that you actually have one. Are you writing for the school paper? Part of the student council? The marching band? Maybe you're a member of one of those weird occult clubs or something...

17. prom
Do you have a dress? A date? Who are you voting for prom king? Is being on prom committee is driving you crazy? Do you even care?

18. graduation
Well, it was fun while it lasted. It's time to say those last words, settle those scores and get ready to grow up.

19. roll again/make your own scenario

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Surprisingly, detention was rather an unfamiliar place for Loki. Oh yes, despite his reputable trickery and reckless abandon with his mischievous endeavours, Loki hardly ever landed himself in detention. He was fairly snake-like in ways, silver tongued and so very persuasive. Even in the most grievous of circumstances, he'd just wriggle his way on out and walk away from the mess with nary a scratch on his pale face. 'Twas a gift indeed! But, like all supposed gifts of this nature, it left one prone to horrendously bad runs and worse days.

Today would be a prime example.

Still, Loki sat in the almost empty classroom with his arms knotted, one earbud trailing from his iPod still lodged into his ear. In a word? Yes, he was pleased with himself and his rather inane antics. It was what he did best, was it not? Well, at least he got a fair chuckle out of it. That was the important thing. Even then, as they sat in total silence, he was unable to help fight the odd, sporadic chuckle.

Even if he couldn't lie his way out of this one, it was still worth it. Of this much, he was absolutely certain.

"Mm, I wonder where the detention officer could be," Loki mused aloud, his slender fingers drumming a beat against the wooden desk. Innocently, he peered over his shoulder towards a certain Thor Odinson - a convenient casualty of the collateral damage and of course, to the same tongue-lashing Loki so rightfully received earlier. One could assume he was a dilligent partner in crime.

More terse chuckles, impulsively so.

What? 'Twas nearing the end of the year. It was worth it, was it not?

"How long are we here for? An hour?"

"An hour in here, yes," Thor said, an unhappy expression on his face. "And a permanent mark on our record! Colleges look at those, Loki." Thor had heard that somewhere and assumed it was true, he had happily a clean record before this and the thoughts of how angry his father was going to be over this made his unhappy expression sour even more.

"I would never have agreed to your idea if I had known what the real plan was. I can't believe I have let you again convince me into an idea of yours!" Thor looked to the side, more angry at himself really than Loki. When would he ever learn, when it came to Loki? Evidently never, and that chagrined him.

His brother had told him it would be a good way to meet girls, and Thor was very much interested in that. His brother had told him, Thor, you must dress the part, and Thor had believed him. What had turned out to be what he thought was an innocent way to talk to girls had become a very cruel prank indeed. They had stolen one of the football player's uniforms and Thor dressed himself (more like squeezed himself, he was yet much larger than even the biggest of those on the football team) in it to go and meet some of the cheerleaders Loki had promised him would be in the hallway. Indeed there had been cheerleaders, but rather than just himself being in that hallway and before he could even say hello, the owner of the uniform had come running out of the locker room yelling and screaming for his uniform having been stolen.

The poor jock had been buck-stark-naked, in front of the whole cheerleading squad, and Thor was quite embarrassed on his behalf for the poor showing which the man had to offer. Thor had winced as the girls laughed, glared when Loki laughed, and then protested loudly when both he and Loki got caught.

"I cannot believe you would have me aid you in such a prank! Why did you not pull this stunt on your own?"

Loki could not hide the most nonchalant of shrugs, a completely unfazed look upon his face as he idly tapped his way through his iPod library.

“Well, I know that I for one, already have a full ride into college, so I’ve nary a worry in my mind, but…” And then he paused, placing his iPod onto the desk. He whirled around, eyeing Thor with an arched eyebrow. “Oh come now, Thor, ‘tis but one blemish on your record. I’ve no doubt that you’ll do worse things at college anyhow.” Another shrug, another seemingly unabashed and all but careless look. He simply smiled and turned back to the small, silvery device on his desk. In truth? Thor should have known what he was getting himself into. They were brothers, Thor should have known him better than anyone, and yet even the most distant of school staff knew of his wiles better than his own kin. ‘Twas a sad notion indeed! Almost heartbreaking. Almost.

“Well I did tell you I could do it alone, dear,” came an eventual, airy sigh. Shifting in his seat, Loki brought his knees up to his chest, perched upon his seat not at all unlike a small bird. “I even told you what the plan entailed, as I always do, and… well, I do suppose for some reason, you thought it as benign as you always do.” Loki looked over his shoulder again, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. Perhaps he had laid clear the plan they were to would follow that day, but perhaps… perhaps it had been through use of mere half-truths and half-baked ideas, as was Loki’s style. Even so, shouldn’t Thor have known this? Loki raised an eyebrow subtly, glancing at Thor’s surface angers. Gosh, someone was very testy today, hm? And there had been Loki, thinking that such things would elicit far more giggles than that.

Where on earth was his brother’s usual sense of humour? Loki tutted.

“Well, I thought it was funny,” he pressed, “and apparently so did about 73% of everybody else who saw, so,” another shrug. “I say that’s a prank well done, and I’m not sorry,” he grinned. “Never sorry.”

And then, a bizarre quiet drifted between them, yet disquiet of mind. Loki’s smile seemed to melt down a little, and again he turned to look at his brother. For one, it was a more sincere look, the mirthful smile erased.

“I’ll take the fall when we get home, don’t worry.” He offered. “And you can wander off without a bad word said to you. Least I can do, right?”

"That is not how it will happen." Thor protested Loki's simplistic design with a fist on his desk top, loud enough to make it wobble loudly in protest under the force of his anger. "Father will blame me for going along with your plan, though it was your idea to begin with, he will banish me to my room with all of my privileges stripped away, in order to teach me a lesson in humility." It had happened so many times before just like this.

Thor would go along with one of Loki's schemes, somehow, he knew not why, and Odin would punish him for it. Loki so often played the role of neglected son and yet it was always Thor (so it seemed to himself) that was getting punished. "At most you would be made to apologize."

He turned then in his desk so he wouldn't have to look at Loki, though he could not fault their father for giving the punishment like he had. If Loki had done the trick himself it would be him being punished, but it was Thor who stole the uniform and Thor who wore it outside the locker room. "That is the last time I fall for one of your tricks, Loki. The very last time!"

Loki sighed, a heavy and audibly laboured sigh.

"Well, I'm sorry but..." And he paused, bubbling distress tersely beating through him for a moment. In truth, Loki's mischievous designs were only ever constructed for laughs, and laughs only. The collateral damage was often fairly severe, despite Loki's protesting and half-baked attempts to rectify things. Loki was fully prepared to take any and all blame for his actions - well, whenever he couldn't lie his way out of it, of course.

Every so often, he'd point fingers and play the blame game with everybody else. Never Thor, though, never Thor.

It was one of those things that couldn't be helped. Their father was so very quick to point fingers and unleash his wrath upon his supposed golden son instead. His favourite. Loki? Oh, Odin could stand to see the downfall of his wayward second son, but not Thor. In his eyes, Thor was nigh incapable of flaw and doing wrong. Oh, but when he did, Odin brought down his anger like a ton of bricks.

One of these days, Loki would rectify that. He owed Thor that much.

"'Tis father's problem, and you know I try to keep him off your back, Thor, but you know how insignificant my words are to him... well, at least next to you." Loki folded his arms, a certain bitterness panging through his chest. "I could walk in with blood all over me and a knife in my hands, but he'd still blame you for even just a smattering of red on your shirt," he scoffed. Vaguely humourous, but horribly true nonetheless.

"Thor, you know I don't intend to get you into trouble... and you say that every time we do this, but you keep doing it, brother," he sighed. "You say that like I force you into these things."

"You do not," Thor admitted, with a heavy sigh afterward as he let his anger go and in its place acceptance of the situation. "You do not force me. It is I who chooses to go along with your plans."

He turned slightly to look over his shoulder at Loki, a hard stare, until he broke out into a chagrined smile and shook his head. "Though I doubt every word of your supposedly not intending to get me into trouble. I believe you knew full well that the owner of those clothes was going to be coming out looking for them any second."

Thor turned more fully and rested his elbow on the desk, so that he could point his finger at Loki accusingly though there was still that smile on his face. "You either enjoy making me look the fool, or enjoy seeing me get punished. Which, I do not know."

"Actually, for once you'd be wrong!" Loki shrugged, rather nonchalantly. "In truth, I fully expected you to have more time than that, I mean he was in the shower and--" He cut himself off rather jaggedly, again turning in his seat to shoot his brother a rather dubious look. "Oh come on, you say these things like I draw nought but mirth from your misfortune!"

Honestly? Yes, perhaps that stung rather more than it should. Yes, he expected that his brother would think somewhat ill of Loki, but to this extent? "I just thought it would be funny, brother, I mean did you see his-- you know what, never mind." 'twas something of a hapless cause at best. Once again, Loki turned to face the right way in his seat, with his arms folded loosely across his chest and look on his face addled with conflict and dejection.

He tricked for laughs, that was just about the long and short of it.

"I enjoy making anyone look the fool, brother, you should know that by now," came Loki's response - level in tone and even more so in mannerism. "You talk as though I have a silent vendetta against you."

Thor stared at the back of Loki's head, eyes narrowed slightly with amusement at his brother's turn for the morose in mood. Then he realized just what his brother had admitted. "Loki..."

He stood then, even if he was not supposed to, and he walked up the aisle of desks, stepped across one easily enough with his long legs given his height, and he straddled the chair directly in front of of Loki. His grin was knowing, and with that streak of arrogance he often got. "You knew he was in the shower? I had not heard him, I thought this student far away and the uniform easy enough to grab. Yet you knew he was there and would be looking for it shortly. This is why I have a hard time believing you did not intend some jest on my part. And as you said yourself, you enjoy making anyone the fool. Why not me then, be honest."

Thor kept his eyes locked with Loki's. "Do you have some kind of vendetta against me?"

"Ah, but you are mistaken once again, brother!" Loki raised a hand, a slender finger as his brow too rose in the same fashion. He leaned forward in his seat, elbows resting upon the cold wood of the desk, and he let a pause linger between them until there was sublime quiet. That look on Thor's face, that subtle streak of smugness he always wore... almost reminded Loki of just why he derived such mirth from such slights. "The fellow was just getting into the shower as I left. I've noted this one takes rather a while to finish up in there, especially considering he had a free period afterwards." At this, Loki tapped his own nose lightly.

"Okay, so I intended to get a small chuckle at your expense - but come now, brother, I think everybody else was too busy laughing at him to laugh at you... including myself, actually," he shrugged. Some greater modicum of truth echoed in his words; perhaps not the strongest conviction in the world, but somewhat truthful nonetheless. What was funnier, a man in a stolen uniform, or an unimpressively naked fellow running through the halls screaming? Loki had a fair idea of which, though it would appear his brother thought differently. A half-smile tugged at Loki's mouth.

"Of course I don't..." He spoke quietly. "... You think that ill of me?"

As usual, Thor had a difficult time telling Loki's lies from his truths, and he gave his brother a curious look over as the facts as Loki presented them were laid before him, and the question posed. Thor did not think ill of Loki, but that is neither what this was entirely about.

"No..." Answered just as quietly, thoughtfully. Thor did not continue for the span of several breaths as the two brothers, alike in nearly every way, stared at one another. "It is not that I think ill of you. It is more that I could, knowing you as I do, see you gaining some pleasure not from others laughing at me but rather... gain some satisfaction from the punishments Father gives me."

It was one of those unspoken truths of their family, Thor was the favorite son and Loki never felt as if he measured up. In Thor's opinion they were equals, both complimentary strengths and weaknesses both, and he could not control Father's actions either. Still, he always had the impression Loki blamed Thor for that. "I think it is not so much a vendetta against me, but against Father, having a hand in making him punish me."

Thinly, Loki's lips seemed to purse. Despite all of his wiles and his deceptions, despite his uncanny knack for hiding all of these sorts of things behind a thin veil of indifference and mischievousness aloft, when it came to Thor it would never be a veil quite deceptive enough. Thor could always find the tiniest partings in the fabric and part the drapes, having a good old gander at that which would lurk inside; Loki's real thoughts, Loki's real motivations. By this point, Loki seemed to look somewhat more grim than beforehand.

Nail on the head, Thor, nail on the head.

"It just proves my point, really," Loki responded, shrugging vaguely. That spate of weakness brandished on his face had quickly melted away back into ashen indifference, and not a speck of that previous fracturing could be seen anymore. "Like I said, brother, I could come home with human hearts in my hands and he'd still blame you. He cares not if I run wayward, I am of less consequence to him than you are... and yes. Yes it irks me."

Loki folded his arms tighter across his chest as he leant back, his expression seeming to sour and twist bitterly.

"You should know this well by now. I'm simply trying to level the playing field."

Such words did hurt, hurt that Loki would see Thor punished for someone else's wrongs, and hurt that Loki felt so terribly slighted as that for he would not wish his brother to feel that way, nor did he know how to fix it.

"Loki, Father may not care if you run wayward, he may not care for many things in regard to you." Thor brought his hand up and reached out, squeezing his brother's shoulder and the look he gave was very heart felt.

"But I do. If it is punishments of my pride and caging of my time and freedom which makes you feel better for our father's wrongs, then I will do them gladly."

Loki could not help but shake his head slightly, his gaze falling downcast and dreary at the thought.

"No, 'tis unreasonable. Relatively, I harbour little resentment for you but... his opinion of you never seems to waver," Loki went on, his voice filled with an uneasy softness yet paralleling disquiet in spades. In a brief stretch of silence, he idly gnawed on the inside of his lip and set his troubled stare elsewhere - into space where it could not be so easily calculated by others. And then, Loki sighed lightly, giving an equally noncommittal shrug.

"You know, when I got accepted into Oxford he seemed like he couldn't care less," Loki then looked up at his brother, his gazing rather level without so much as a shard of bitterness. Apathy entire. "And here's you, hardly ever in trouble but hardly ever overachieving and he hoists you up on golden laurels like it's something special."

Loki's brow furrowed, his arms unfurled.

"I-I mean no offense to you or anything but... you know, you'd think he'd care more," Loki scoffed. "I do this in hopes that Father would think slightly better of me next to you... but he doesn't."

At best, the smile on Loki's face was bitter and vaguely resentful.

"He never does."

Edited 2012-07-20 20:11 (UTC)

It was true, all of it, and it pained Thor to think of his beloved brother so under-appreciated. Yet what could he do? Any attempts he had made in the past to stand up to his father had been met only with dismissal or at worst, anger toward Loki as if Loki had somehow set Thor up to it.

"I wish there was something I could do," Thor said quietly. He had removed his hand from his brother's shoulder and both arms were now crossed on the back of the chair he was straddling. He watched Loki quietly, wondering just what he was thinking, and wondering what more he could do.

"I cannot make Father treat you better, nor love you more openly. All I can do is offer you my love, Loki, though I know it is not enough. You are and will always be my brother, and my best friend."

In truth, the sentiments could almost be construed as petty or paltry, and yet they were the only comforting sentiments that Loki could get a tangible grasp on. Sad, really. By day, he was a relentless trickster and perhaps a more competent liar than the most infamous of conmen. But by night? Well, that was a different story. Loki nary kept fast company, and the god's honest truth was that Thor was one of the very small few within his quite tiny circle.

Still, it was better than nothing, right?

"I know, Thor," Loki nodded, motions rather feeble to begin with. He looked up from his desolate, blank staring, and allowed a smile to pull at the corners of his mouth. Yes, it was all true, but at least it wouldn't continue for much longer. "It'll do, brother..." And at last, he seemed to relax.

"Besides... I'll be long gone in a few months. Moving away during the summer, remember?" Loki raised his brow somewhat expectantly. "Then no more pranks, no more belittlement... I'll be away, wreaking havoc on my own."

"I'm going to miss you--"

"Thor Odinson!" The shrill voice belonged to the secretary of the school, and Thor gave Loki a long look before he turned his head to peer over his shoulder toward the door. He hadn't heard anyone coming, too caught up in their conversation had he been. "The rules are expressly written on the board! No leaving your seat!"

"Sorry." He didn't sound sorry at all. Thor brought his leg up and he stood up from the desk and put his hands up in supplication as he turned and walked back to his own desk.

"Never you mind. Your hour is up, and I don't want to see either of you next week! Go on, then."

Thor gathered up his backpack and moved toward Loki, intent on walking with him to the school parking lot.

In light of these words, Loki's face was just about to soften the tiniest bit. Well, had their quiet moment not been blasted to pieces by a rather thunderous voice echoing from the doorway. Loki stared up from his seat, not at all unlike a deer in headlights. He swallowed, and he stared.

Unspeaking, he seemed to rise from his seat as Thor did, scuttling off after his much taller, much broader brother without giving the secretary so much as a farewell glance as he ushered himself out of the room. Jacket in one hand, iPod earphones in the other. Yep! He seemed fairly set. Though not a sound escaped him until they were well clear of that quiet room and nearing the large double doors at the end of the corridor - the exit out into the parking lot. It was then that something seemed to make Loki balk in his tracks; the faintest pitter patter of rainfall against the brick walls and frail windows.

Loki groaned.

"Argh, no..." Now, it wasn't that Loki particularly disliked the rain. In fact, it was one of those odd little things Loki seemed to like. However, he didn't really like having to strafe all the way home in the downpour. Especially when it was this muggy. "What d'you think... shall we wait, or shall we brave it?" He queried, looking up at his brother expectantly.

"Brave it, of course!" Thor loved the rain, or any kind of storm, and his very favorite was a thunder storm. The large boy grinned as wide a grin as he could and clapped his younger brother hard on the back, sending Loki forward off the step and forcing him into the rain. Thor was quick to follow and he spoke loudly over the sound of the rain as it beat heavier down on the road, on them, on the cars nearby. "Two hours before Father is home, the house is hours! Come, Loki!"

With a loud laugh he set off at a brisk jog, expecting his brother to follow. By the time the two young men had made it all the way home they were both soaked, even their socks in their shoes, their clothes, and their long hair dripping. Thor had laughed and grinned the whole way not seeming to care at all his backpack was even soaked through and likely there was water damage to his books.

Once in the house he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, tossed his bag carelessly toward the stairs, and was peeling off his shirt. "What shall we do before the real storm hits?" Thor asked with a grin, meaning when their Father got home and the proverbial shit hit the fan regarding their detention.

And as always, Loki would receive the brunt of his brother's forceful exuberance. Of course, the hefty slap on the back was all but collateral damage, not at all unlike the rain that started pelting down upon his face. It wasn't warm, and yet it wasn't particularly cold and biting, rather it was horribly tepid and muggy, just like the early summer air around them. Stifling and far too humid for words. Huffing quietly, Loki threw his jacket around his back and over his arms, sliding into it rather smoothly. He didn't bother fastening it, he just pulled up the collar and started his brisk and quiet stride after Thor.

While Thor ran, evidently enjoying the downpour, Loki consistently lagged behind, his hands in his pockets and his strolling hardly getting faster than a smooth glide across the sodden concrete and pooling puddles. Thor would run rampant through the rain like a child in a toy store, but Loki? Well, when it seemed befitting, he'd take his sweet time; he'd stay out in the rain, long and almost savouring in ways. Perhaps not when it was this uncomfortable, but sometimes, he'd stay out for hours, often with his brother in tow.

When they arrived, Loki shrugged his sodden overcoat from his shoulders and let it hang just by the stairs.

"Mm, I'm not sure, brother," Loki replied quietly, a tentative honesty there in his voice. He shuffled through the living room doorway and let himself flop into one of the couches, unfastening and forcefully tugging off his boots. And then his shirt, and then unfastening his trousers.

"Sometimes I wonder why we balk and face the brunt of it, we could easily just..." Loki trailed off, seeming to decline into thought as he folded up his soaked shirt and laid it across one of the radiators. "I don't know, just leave... perhaps return when father's had time to stew and calm down."

In fairness, it wasn't such a maniacal idea. They were, after all, practically adults. But then Loki seemed to shrug off the concept.

"Or we could just stay here, dry out, I've got a couple of episodes my show to catch up on..."

The thought of leaving had never ocurred to Thor, and Loki's mentioning it took him by surprise so that he considered it for the first time. What would it mean, he wondered, to not be here willing and ready for the punishment he knew was coming? It was almost unfathomable. While Loki continued talking he made a passing trip through the kitchen to grab a couple of hand towels, one of which he tossed at Loki while the other came up to help mop off his wet face, the stubble he was proudly trying to grow into a manly beard (but not quite making it, maybe in another year), and dripping hair.

"What show?" Thor asked. As for himself he wasn't much for television or books, or almost anything indoors. Thor loved being outside and always had. Loki was more likely to sit under a tree in the shade reading whereas Thor would be climbing it and laughing like the idiot Loki often called him. He didn't mind. Thor hardly ever minded anything his brother did, he was so deeply fond of the younger man.

"And if we did leave, where would we go?"

Loki gave an idle, noncommittal shrug while scrubbing away the damp from his cold face and the rest of his bare torso.

"Just some sci-fi show I've been following," he said vaguely.

True, he knew fine well that Thor was no man for indoor activities as much as he himself was. Loki was more the type to hide himself away in his room and study or read, or watch a few shows that somehow managed to nab his elusive interest. The only time he ever crawled out of the dark of his pit was to trudge his way to school or down to the convenience store for snacks. No, he wasn't really one for going outside a lot - well, unless it was with Thor. Every so often he'd bite the bullet and walk out into the sun, a few books in tow or maybe one of his handheld consoles, sometimes even his laptop.

And he had the gall to wonder why he was so paltry compared to his brother! There was Thor; tall, broad and slightly tanned, roughly hewn and every bit the man their father would want him to be, but Loki? Well, Loki was far more lean, lithe and about ten shades paler. Then again, you couldn't expect him to follow the trend the Odinson genepool gave rise to. After all, Loki was no Odinson. A bitter sort of look fell upon Loki's features, though it swiftly evaporated away.

Good question, really. Where would they go?

"Hm," Loki trailed off, stare rather unsuggesting as he rose from his chair, making for the stairs. "Well, where do we usually go together?" He asked, turning to face his brother from the foot of the stairs. He hung there with one hand on the bannister, the other gingerly gripping at the top of his unfastened jeans.

Thor had trailed along, not unusual for him to follow Loki just as it wasn't unusual for Loki to follow Thor. The two seemed to take turns following each other around and truly they were quite unseparable. They always had been. Each was indpenedent in their own way but (Thor especially) always seemed more interested in being with his brother than being apart for too long. He walked up the stairs slowly with the hand towel draped over one shoulder while his hands went to his own jeans and began unfastening them.

"With you? The game store, or the hobby store, or the arcade," he joked. The first two were true but the arcade they hadn't been to in years. They were a little too old for that now. "With me, the baseball field or the jogging trail. We don't really want to go back out after getting dry though do we? ..."

His voice trailed off. It was obvious that the more Thor thought over Loki's words the less he wanted to hang around just to get into trouble. Thor even frowned slightly as he thought of that.

"You're the clever one," he finished by saying. Hopefully Loki had an idea what they could do, and maybe even how they could avoid Father.

"No, but..." Loki trailed off yet again, seeming distracted as he balked at the top of the stairs, idly chewing on the inside of his lip too. In a phrase, it was very much like being between a rock and a hard place. Should they stay home, they face the wrath of their grouchy old man. But should they go out? Well, for one, they’d have remarkably few places to go, and two, how could they possibly lie about it and get away with it? Loki could suppose that was his job – that was always Loki’s job; doing all of the brain-work and all of the lie-smithing. “Well we either face Father or get out somewhere, I’m… just not sure where.”

He peered back up at his brother again, hands remarkably still for a nervous young fellow. Usually, Loki would fidget but for the time being, he was strangely still. Quietly, he paced backwards down the landing towards his room, the door slightly ajar.

“I suppose we could go anywhere if we thought up the right sort of lie,” he remarked, shrugging and resting one of his pale hands on the silvery door handle. “Although, what lie could we possibly weave that Father would believe?—Oh what am I saying, we shouldn’t even need to lie to him anymore,” he groaned, pushing his door open and taking one step across the threshold.

Truthfully? No, at their age, they shouldn’t have been so walled in, in that respect, and yet even though unspoken, it was something that always seemed invisibly enforced. Loki fell into a quiet pause again, thoughtful.

“I’m not sure where we could go, brother… suppose we could go get something to eat, maybe? I don’t know, tell Father we were busy doing projects,” he pressed, shrugging. “We’ll find somewhere we can sit and watch the storm, I know how you love the thunder and lightning so…”

Loki wasn’t too sure anymore. There were only so many times you could lie to Odin and get away with it, and Loki’s well of chances had long since dried up.

Edited 2012-07-22 05:29 (UTC)

Thor trailed along, listening, thinking. He followed Loki right along into his bedroom as he unhooked each button of his jeans and idly thought how heavy and uncomfortable they were wet, as much as he did enjoy the rain. He shoved the pants down his hips and pulled the pant legs off and then looked up at Loki.

"Thunder and lightning..."

A smile broke out on his face. "That's it! Loki, you're brilliant!" He moved forward, let his jeans fall to the floor of Loki's bedroom and cupped his younger brother's face in his hands. Thor gave him a big ol' kiss on the forehead, then laughed. "Do you remember when we were little and we used to sneak up to the attic, even though Mom told us not to, and we'd sit up there and watch the thunder storms together?"

Thor grabbed Loki's arm and pulled him out into the hallway and motioned up to the hatch in the ceiling that led up to the unused attic. "We used to spend hours up there. We could go up there, then we wouldn't have to get wet and we could avoid Father as long as we wanted to."

Stark confusion emerged on his face, well, if only for a small moment. The confusion shifted quickly to a small smile at the kiss on his forehead, yet even that shifted into surprise when Thor reached out to him and yanked on his arm. What hope had such a wiry creature of fighting off his big brother? Well, no hope, that was always the answer. Loki allowed himself soundlessly to be tugged along and down beneath the closed hatch of their long forgotten attic. He raised an eyebrow, internally scolding himself for having not thought of it first, then again, he’d nary thought of the attic for years now.

In truth, he forgot that they had one.

The memories he could recall, however, were nice ones indeed. Loki couldn’t have been much older than six or seven, bundled in the attic under one of the windows in a makeshift den built of random objects and far too many blankets and pillows. Loki smiled faintly at the thought, he used to love those silly dens they’d make.

“Now there’s an idea and a half…” He mused aloud, quietly and without taking his gaze from the closed hatch. Off to one side, he noticed the long pole that they used to use to open it, and without a word, he grabbed it, beginning to poke at the small hook hanging from the hatch door. After a moment, he had it open, and stood with his hands on his hips eyeing the dark room they’d long since forgotten about.

“Alright, we’re going to need a ladder or something, or you could hoist me up there, perhaps,” he said, looking to Thor like he would have some better inkling. In truth, Loki was not keen on being hurled upward by his brother; he’d barely enough trust in him not to perhaps a bone or two of Loki’s in the process.

the high school au meme.

rolled a SEVENNN. 8U

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now that dw is back up... X3

yeah it was like 5am for me wORST TIMING EVER ;;

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Loki how are you so cute

he's just ~born with it~

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