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Loki decided to hold class outside, around the main campfire for maximum, well, maximum campfire experience. He really didn't know what the fuck that meant other than he wanted to be outside and not cooped up in a classroom. If the students didn't like roughing it, oh fucking well. That was why he had the authority.

"All right," he started once everyone seemed to have filed in, "I see some familiar faces and some faces I don't recognize. So, if you don't know me, I'm Loki, I'm your teacher and if you didn't sign up for this class, don't tell me that because I'll have to make fun of you."

And he would too.

"Anyway, if you're expecting to do battle with swords or learn to fly or shit like that, you're gonna be sadly bored in this class because that's not what it's about. This class is about dealing with all the little shit that you encounter in everyday life that can put a major fucking cramp in your day. It's stuff that no one thinks about until it fucking ruins their plans because they had no idea how to fucking get past it. This class will teach you how to get past certain things, how to deal with certain things and how to be fucking awesome while doing it."

He just threw that last part in, of course. He was always awesome.

"Today, though, we'll start off slow. We'll do introductions so I know who the hell you are and what the hell you're doing here. Name, age, and last time you bought fucking condoms." He thought of leaving it there but, well, he didn't need to get in trouble. "If you don't want to tell anyone that, just tell us the last time something embarrassing happened to you that you didn't know how to deal with. Sound good? Right." He paused and looked around the assembled mass before picking two people at random. "And you two," he said, pointing to George and Elena, "are the TA's. Congratulations. Don't you just love random fucking selection? Anyway, intros. Go."

With that, he leaned back and waited to hear the class intros.

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"Edmund," Loki said, almost amused that everyone so far had names that started with E's. Random observation but he didn't care. "What happened to you two weeks ago?"

"It's not really something I'd like to discuss in detail in public," Edmund tried. Oh, Edmund, like that was going to fly.

"Oooh, that must mean it was fucking good," Loki said, intrigued. "Come on, 'fess up. Let's hear it, Eddie. We're all friends here."

Edmund knew when a battle was lost, and that the only way to cope was to try to get out of the situation with as much of your dignity as possible. "Do you recall the week where everyone was suddenly very interested in, er, personal interactions?" Spores, spores everywhere!

Being uncomfortable and all, Edmund had switched to his Serious Face.

"Ooooh yes," he said, nodding. Yes, he remembered that week very fucking well. "Did you get you some, Edmund?"

He just wondered how much he could get Edmund to say before the kid clammed up and he let him. He wasn't THAT much of a bastard. Well, he wasn't that much of a bastard sometimes.

"No," Edmund said quickly, then wondered whether he really should have been quite so fast about it. "There was a shirtless situation but not like that and then two and a half weeks ago the other man showed up." Using language that didn't get to the point so much was so 1940s. Edmund was a product of his time. "I didn't know how to deal with that, so I told him to punch me and ended up in the duck pond."

What was that about getting out with some dignity?

...okay, that was pretty damned embarrassing and Loki couldn't suppress all his laughter.

"Well, that sounds fucking noble in theory," he allowed with another grin. "And you look like you've recovered from the punch and the duck pond. Still..."

He laughed again.

"Ow."

"Right now, I think I'd prefer to do it all over again instead of sitting here." At least he still had his sense of humour.

"I won't bring it up again." Oh, he so would. "Welcome to the class, Edmund. We'll try to avoid getting you tossed in the duck pond again."

Oh wait, he'd mentioned it. Oh well.

"Much obliged," Edmund replied and proceeded to become as unnoticeable as possible while resisting the urge to beat his head against the desk. It wouldn't be very king-like.

a guide to getting past life's little quirks | wednesday | period 2 | july 8

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