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It hadn't been all that fucking easy to get up but he'd managed it and he managed to be in the classroom (the school looked a lot smaller from the outside) without getting lost. Angelic sense of direction and all. Or maybe he'd just gotten lucky. What the fuck ever. What mattered was he was there, sprawled in the comfy chair and feet up on the desk.

He could definitely get used to having some authority again.

Once the kids filed in, Loki didn't even move. Just stayed relaxed while he talked.

"So, I don't think I know any of you." If he did, he wasn't going to say. "And I really don't fucking care that much if I never learn your name. I'll just give you a nickname each class. Call it personalization my way. My name's Loki. Just Loki. First person to make fun of that name, well, you'll just have to wait and see what happens. Anyway, if you're here, you're probably here for My Life as a Buddy Movie. Fucking awesome name, isn't it?"

He had an ego.

"Anyway, this class is going to teach you how to work cohesively with another person without absolutely wanting to drive their face into a brick wall a million goddamn times." He'd wanted to do that to Bartleby enough but he'd refrained. See, he was good. "Now, I can probably pinpoint a few of you loners, the ones that don't think they need any fucking one, and I'm just going to laugh at your asses now. You're wrong. Even if you don't want to work with someone, you're going to have to at some point. Aww, cry more. It's better to get it done efficiently then to drag your feet and have to spend more time around that person."

And sometimes you just got attached and stayed with that person. Sometimes. Bartleby had good stories.

"So, of course, let's do introductions. Name, age, how well you think you work with someone else," he recited. "And something random that you want me to know. Could be anything. I don't fucking care."

Once the introductions had been completed, Loki started talking again. "Okay, so loner kids in this class, get the fuck over yourselves even if it's just for this class. You're going to work with each other even it's just for my amusement. But, really, you're going to learn. If you don't want to learn, then I'm going to make you dance for my amusement."

He wasn't kidding.

"In today's society, you almost always have to have some kind of help. Things today just aren't made for one person to do it alone. Sure, you probably can but you're sure as shit gonna finish far behind those who had help. You're probably going to get your ass kicked a few times and you're going to cry. And just imagine, if you had help, you'd have a shoulder to wipe your snotty nose on. But, working with another person is not always easy. It's a mesh of personalities that sometimes ignite and you want nothing more than to push that other person into the middle of fucking traffic and watch nature take its course. We're here to try and teach you how to not do that. You can think that, hell, I think that a fucking lot, but you can't do it. It kind of ruins things all around."

And it was a mess.

"Activity for today, find a partner. Don't be fucking shy, don't give some kid sex eyes from across the room in the hopes that they come your way. Just find a fucking partner and come pick up one of these fucking puzzles up there. They're easy. I did them all last night. You work with your partner to put them together except you cannot talk to each other. Gestures, signals, eyefucking, whatever. No talking. Put the puzzles together and I'll give you a nice round of applause."
No, he wouldn't.

"If there's anyone without a partner or anyone who wants a real challenge, they can work with me. Just see how far communication goes when you can't run your mouths. No shoving puzzle pieces in anyone's eye."

That was his job.

"Oh, before I set you loose, I guess I'm gonna need a TA or two. So, if you're interested. Come see me. We'll see what we can do."

With that, he waved a hand and gestured for them to get to work.

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"There are...some....people...I don't." Tony Bloody Stark. Daisy smiled a little, as if it was a little painful to actually admit that out loud. "I mean, this may surprise you, Loki, but not everyone's as charming as you are."

"Well, I know that," he said and preened. "Still, you're incredibly...open to most shit. Everyone gets a chance. Their fucking fault if they blow it, right?"

Which would be a bit more encouraging if it weren't for the fact that some people actually had blown it. Daisy's smile was a little unfortunate. "Perhaps," she said. "But, hey, how are the muffins? Try one."

Subject chaaaaange!

"There's these really good goat cheese things, but they didn't get touched much, so I'm trying to save those for Biff. He likes goat stuff."

"Biff likes goats?" Yes, he deliberately misunderstood that. "That kinky bastard. So many things make more sense now!"

See, he could get away from uncomfortable topics like a pro.

"Loves them," Daisy confirmed with a nod. "Just ask him."

"And here I thought he was a toast man," Loki said. "He's been holding back on me."

"Oh, he's still very much a toast man," Daisy assured him. "That's just the thing with Biff, innit? He's a man of many...facets."

"He's gullible as shit too," Loki felt the need to add.

"Loki..." Daisy eyed him. "What have you told him?"

"What makes you think I've told him anything?" he asked, all innocence.

"Mentioning his gullibility seems too particular of a trait to not be something you're trying to lead into."

"You fucking had it coming," Loki said. "I kicked his ass in video games because he sucks."

"He says it's because you cheat," Daisy offered, trying to keep down a grin.

"He's a goddamn liar," Loki said. "He'll do anything to make himself look better."

"And you wouldn't?"

"I don't need to do anything to make myself look fucking awesome," Loki decided.

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"I don't know..." Daisy said, eying him with a thoughtful tilt of her head.

"What?" he asked suspiciously.

"See, I'd have thought, before, that you couldn't do anything to look more awesome, but then you've got that tattoo, and, sure enough. More awesome. So it makes one wonder that other improvements we aren't even thinking about could still be made. We never did get those nipple piercings. Maybe that's it."

"I am not getting my nipples pierced unless you do," he said. "You can smile pretty and touch me and bat your eyes all you want but that is not happening."

"Fair enough," said Daisy, smiling pretty and batting her eyes. "But soon as I decide to get them pierced, I'm giving you a ring."

"Would you really do that?" he wondered.

Daisy shrugged. "If the moment suited it, why not?"

"Because fucking ow!" Loki said.

"Pffph," said Daisy. "Wuss."

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