Alcohol & Asgard
“Tony! My friend, shall we go in a quest to find the caffeine on the break of the students?” Thor exclaims, bursting into the room, where a hungover Tony lays on an alcohol stained, grey couch, and starts, quite literally, sobbing at the mention of coffee.
As the blond goes to ask what’s wrong, he hears Nat yell from the other side of the room, “Scott and Clint grounded him from coffee for a week, he’s currently going through the five stages of grief. We’re currently in stage four: depression.” Just as she finishes, Tony heaves another sob into the pillow. His friend slowly gets up, grabs the bottle of wine next to him, and promptly downs the entire thing.
“I don’t think they thought about alcohol, though.” Nat whispers, taking a bite of her sandwich.
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“Hey Loki, why do you always talk so formally?” Peter asks, closing his locker as the bell rings for lunch to start.
The dark haired boy looks up at Peter, raising an eyebrow, “It’s Asgardian culture. Do you not remember us communicating about this the other day.” Then it’s Peter’s turn to look suspicious as he says, “No, like, the real reason.”
Loki just scoffs, and the two of them start walking towards the cafeteria in silence, the only sound around them being the thumping of Loki’s combat boots and occasionally the voice of another student or teacher talking. Neither of them get lunch, taking one look at the “steak” and opting out, instead they just decide to sit at a small table by themselves. “I get it if it’s personal or something, but why is the answer whenever I ask you something always have to with Asgard, man? I mean, I don’t really actually know anything about you.” The black haired boy sighs in frustration, rubbing the sides of his head.
“Peter, I am Asgardian. I was born in Asgard, and I lived there until a year ago when I decided to come to Midgard - I mean, Earth. My brother Thor is from there as well.” his frustration is building up, but he’s trying not to show it. How many times would he have to explain it to Peter before he got it? Peter is the smartest person he knows. “Okay, sorry. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. Sorry man.”
Loki ignores pang of sadness that comes when Peter uses gendered terms for him, instead pulling out his homework and focusing on that instead.