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Dogma: Fuck It! | Wednesday | Period 1

Even though he'd taught a few times before, it always gave Loki a little thrill when they let him keep teaching. And when his class for this summer had been approved, he'd been on cloud fucking nine. So, he was there, feet up on his desk while he waited for the students to file in and take their seats. Once they did, Loki finally stood up and looked at them for a few moments. Then, he climbed up onto his desk, smirked once, and screamed. Loud. And for a long time.

Sorry kids, you all get to deal with a nearly insane angel for a few fucking weeks. Hope you enjoy it. At least he stopped screaming before climbing down to just lean against the desk.

"Well, now that we're all fucking awake, we can start," he said cheerfully. "If you don't know it already, my name's Loki and you're in Dogma: Fuck It! This class is going to be easy enough so, if I hear you whining, expect me to get in your fucking face about it. If you're here, you wanted to take a class that's goes against your principle and your systems of beliefs. You wanted to learn how to break the fucking rules and have fun without always playing the goody fucking two shoes. Some of you might already know how to do that and just wanted a fun class for the summer. You found the right place. Some of you probably don't know how to do that and need to learn. You found the right place too."

And Loki was such an effective and helpful teacher. Really. Always willing to stay after class and help out when he was needed. Really.

"First class, we're supposed to do introductions right? Names and all that kind of shit?" Loki shook his head. "Fuck that noise. I probably know all your names and, if I don't, I'll fucking learn them. I've got a course roster for a reason. If I call you the wrong name, you'll just have to deal with it. Or set me straight. Don't be fucking meek, people. It's annoying."

Such a good teacher. Of course, he hadn't had any complaints before so he actually did think he was a fucking awesome teacher.

"This week, we're blowing off the fucking rules," Loki said. "Why do you think I screamed? Because I so desperately wanted your attention on me? Fuck that, I could care less. If you're smart, you'll pay attention. Why do you think this week's assignment to break a fucking rule right here and now? I don't care what rule, where it came from, who made it. Tell me the rule and then fucking break it. Break it knowing you won't get in trouble, get detention, get stinkeyed or anything like that. Break it and enjoy how fucking good it feels. Easy start to the class, right? It's only gonna get better from here."

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Living it up!

Listen to Loki rant, chat with others, stare, wonder what the hell you got yourself into, sleep, eat, whatever!

All you gotta do is break a fucking rule. Doesn't matter what rule, who made it, where it came from, break it. And then tell Loki what rule that was so he doesn't just think you're fucking insane.
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[Feel free to mod supplies if you need to for this one!]

Loki was around, willing to chat with anyone that so wanted.

I don't know what I'm on with these subjects. Anyway, Loki is Loki and he won't censor himself. That's all him, that's not me. Hope you all have fun!

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

Effy Stonem

Hiccup didn't bat an eye at the screaming. It was how Vikings said hello. And goodbye. And asked about the weather. Okay, not him so much, but the big ones, with the hair and the muscles and the questionable personal hygiene.

What had him staring, eyes wide, was the name.

It could not be Loki. The Loki. It was impossible. It was ridiculous. It was a coincidence. It was...actually, if the way he was ranting was anything to go buy, it might actually be Loki.

This could not be good.

Hiccup maybe tried to make himself look a little smaller to get lost in the crowd. You know, just in case.

Any class with 'fuck it' in the title was automatically a win for Effy. The fact there was sanctioned rule breaking? Even better.

This was easy. Stick her feet up on the desk and dig out her ever present pack of fags. There were probably more exciting rules to break, but she could work her way up to those.

Hiccup was a Viking, a people known for their love of all things sharp: swords, axes, knives, shield edges. From young child to ancient crone they fought with them, played with them, trained with them and just generally messed about with weapons most deadly.

And even with all that he'd still gotten in trouble when he'd tried to run with scissors.

So...take one Hiccup, add one pair of shiny scissors, and you get a grinning student running around, scissors clutched in one hand.

"I was never allowed to run with scissors," he explained when he was done, and, okay, he felt like an idiot, but that was hardly a new sensation, and it had been weirdly satisfying.

"Aww, I remember you," Loki said ever so sweetly, almost amused that the smoking rule had gotten broken so quickly. Not that he was going to fault her, it was a fucking good rule to break.

Sigh. He missed vices.

"Acting like this class is gonna be a breeze," he remarked. "Cute."

Now, Loki had noticed this one giving him a bit of a stare when he'd been ranting so he'd been watching Hiccup with some interest, wondering if it was the cursing or the yelling or something else entirely.

Of course, his focus had gotten away from that at the running with scissors and how fucking gleeful the kid looked while doing it.

"Running with scissors is a dangerous activity," Loki said, mock solemness in his voice before he started snickering. "Which makes it a perfect rule to break. People are always trying to keep others safe. Fuck that, let 'em get hurt and learn that way."

Joan is beyond disappointed that she is on the backpacking trip right now and not here to TA for Loki, just so you know.

Hiccup certainly didn't freeze like a startled rabbit or anything at being addressed by Loki, or if he did, it was only for a second. Maybe two. "I used to have a teacher who taught that way, only with dragons instead of scissors," he said, shaking his head a little at the memory.

Calvin

"Dragons?" Loki repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You weren't supposed to run with dragons? Would've thought they'd be a little...big for carrying around like a sack of fucking potatoes."

Calvin immediately started pulling his shirt off. In a disturbingly short amount of time the pants were gone as well.

Luckily for those in the class with ~~eyes~~ more delicate sensibilities, his desk obscured the view.

"Nudity taboo."

Okay, Loki hadn't expected that so when Calvin's clothes came off, Loki started laughing and had to clap a hand over his eyes when he realized what had just happened.

"You're not shy at all are you, Calvin?" Loki asked, remembering him from previous classes. "That was a fucking nice bit of rule breaking right there."

"I don't know, some of them are pretty small...But no, that's how he taught dragon fighting. Just pushed us in and opened the gate. The whole let them get hurt and they'll learn to do it right approach." He shrugged. "What can I say, it was a tradition."

[OOC: And now I must sleep!]

Didi

"Ah, that makes more sense," Loki said, nodding approvingly. "You can give someone as much education via books and shit as possible but it's not gonna be a good substitute for throwing them right in and letting them get their hands dirty. That's how I'd work it."

[Sleep well!]

This was cute, actually. All this fixation on breaking little rules. The swearing didn't strike her as the best way to get a point across, but whatever, she was past picking on how humans used language. Didi looked more smug than anything else as she listened.

Though there was something about the teacher that wasn't cute. He definitely wasn't the Loki from her world, she'd be able to tell that (and he was a little tied up anyhow, ha ha ha), but ... she wasn't sure. There was something there.

She'd figure it out.

"I've got nothing to be shy about," Calvin said, leaning back in his chair. For all his issues with his height, he didn't have a lot of body shame. "People are too hung up on what clothes they wear."

Loki kept that hand over his eyes because he so did not need a fucking lawsuit here. "This a rule that you think needs to be broken more often?"

Well, dating Jono was breaking a huge rule, but there wasn't a way to demonstrate that in class easily. Besides, Didi wasn't sure she wanted to have the discussion, not until she had a better bead on Loki.

So instead, she stood up, quietly walked to the door, and left the classroom for a good 15 minutes. (She went outside to look at the flowers. They were pretty.) She came back with a pink rose, which she offered to Loki.

"Students aren't supposed to leave the classroom without permission."

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