fandomhigh | people suck except when they don't | thursday | period 2

Perpetual lazy ass or not, Loki made damn sure not to be late for his first day of class. Wouldn't want the students they could push him around now even if it was the first class and destined to be a little easier than most other classes.

When the students piled in, Loki was leaning against the desk at the front of room, looking as smug as ever. Once they'd settled, he pushed away from the desk and started talking.

"Welcome to class." See, he was polite? Fuck you, Metatron, he was plenty polite. "I'm Loki and I think some of you have had me before. If you haven't, well, all the better for you, right? If you don't already know, this is People Suck Except When They Don't and if you don't already fucking know that, it's a damn good thing you're here, isn't it?"

It was meant to be a pep talk but with the way Loki tended to talk, it sounded more like an order peppered with curse words. "Now, this first week is always fucking easy, right? We all get to know each other and shit like that. I'm not going to deviate from that template because I wouldn't want to fuck with your heads too much. Brief overview of the class, though. Here, we're going to learn how to deal with all types of people. Your boyfriend or girlfriend, your lover, your other teachers, your parents, authority figures, the annoying fucker on the bus who smells, the person who won't stop staring at you and everything in between. If you don't think I'm qualified for that well, then you're fucking wrong. I've been around for a fucking long time. Ask anyone in here that knows.

He was pretty sure there were a few people in here who knew what he actually was. If he got motivated, maybe he'd even tell people. "But, we'll get to that. For now, introductions. Tell me your name, age, and then label yourself. Yes, label yourself. For instance, I'd be Loki, I'm a lot fucking older than all of you and I'm a smug motherfucker. Easy, right? Oh, and I'll be randomly choosing two of you during this to be my TA's. Better make 'em good. Now, it's your turn. Go."

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"Hey man, I'm a scientist, not a covert agent."

"Don't covert agents need scientist to invent the cool gadgets they can break?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean all scientists work for covert agents."

"I suppose it wouldn't be mad enough for you," Jacob agreed, grinning at her.

"We tend to be more interested in our own agendas."

"And what's on your agenda?" he asked curiously. "Beside providing the world with x-ray fridges."

Claudia pursed her lips and cast him a sidelong glance. "You really wanna know?"

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't," he pointed out. "Don't hold back, I can take it."

Claudia paused, then leaned forward and lowered her voice. "I'm trying to recreate the experiment that killed my brother."

He blinked and studied her, having no idea if she was joking or not. "What kind of experiment?" he asked quietly after an instant.

"Human teleportation."

He remembered how she'd mentioned that when they'd met in the airport. "Why do you want to recreate it if it's so dangerous?"

Claudia looked down and shrugged. "Finish his life's work. I kinda owe it to him."

"You don't owe it to him to get yourself killed," he argued, trying to keep his voice low.

He wasn't entirely reacting to her, deep down he knew that too. Not that it changed anything.

"I won't," Claudia said with conviction. "Joshua was in a rush, he was all pressured and he didn't take the right safety precautions but I won't do that. I'm gonna get it right."

"Good," he said, like the mother hen he apparently was. "You've got time and someone here might have a toy to help or something."

"Doubt that," Claudia muttered, not really paying attention to what she was saying. "The compass was destroyed in the accident, too."

"Compass?" he asked. He was going to guess it wasn't an ordinary one or it wouldn't be a problem.

Claudia made a face. "Yeah. This sixteenth century math guy supposedly used it to teleport. It was made up of these weird minerals that were, like, the basis of the whole teleportation formula."

"But you know what they were?" he asked.

"I have some of his notes, and he let me help out, sometimes."

"So you don't know all of them," he guessed, because she wasn't really answering his questions straight.

"Yeah, well, if it were easy, I'd've managed to do it already." She'd been working on it for nearly five years, after all.

people suck except when they don't | thursday | period 2 | january 7

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