[Loki didn't look up as another student loudly sat down next to him, keeping his eyes on the exercises he had been given. His face was tight with pent up anger at the very unfairness of this detention. His brother, the golden son, the beloved captain of the football team, could bully him all he wanted, he'd never get a detention; Loki tried to take a harmless revenge on him and he got sent there for the rest of the day. He looked up at the question, his eyebrows twitching.]
I put a dead rat in my brother's locker before the holidays. [He grinned, remembering the look on Thor's face.]
sounds good!
I put a dead rat in my brother's locker before the holidays. [He grinned, remembering the look on Thor's face.]