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Loki was waiting for the students to file into the classroom, feet up on the desk and magazine opened on his lap. When they got there, they got there and he'd start class whenever he damn well pleased. They could wait and sit and stare at him for a bit. Eventually, he did get up and smiled at the familiar and unfamiliar places.

"Well, it looks like we're all here. Good. Welcome to Heroes v Villains. I'm Loki and I have a lot of fucking experience with both heroes and villains and all iterations you can think of. No, I'm not going to give you my fucking resume. You'll just have to trust me. I'm probably older than every single one of you and I've seen more in my lifetime than any of you have. It's just a thing. The purpose of this class, in case you hadn't guessed, isn't to talk about fairy fucking tales or movies or shit like that. If you think you know what a hero is, I'm here to fucking tell you you're wrong. If you think you know what a villain is, I'm here to tell you, once again, you're wrong. It's never that fucking clear cut. You never know all the facts and these fucking labels are often given willy fucking nilly without any thought to them."

He stopped for a minute and glanced out at the class, trying to predict who he thought would actually be able to think outside the box and who would have a more difficult time. "Oftentimes, these labels are given to people because of one fucking thing they do. One fucking thing. Someone might run into a fire, save a kid but then they go home and beat the shit out of their wife. A dictator, someone who took power by force, might send his military into a war they can't fucking win, killing thousands, but the fact that he's both made economic and social strides in his homeland is overlooked. It's never fucking clear cut and no one seems to think it needs to be. Time to flip that on its head."

He paused and hopped up on his desk, smile wide and dangerous. He knew way too much about this subject. Way too much. "So, we'll start easy today before getting into the class. Introductions, of course. I want to know who the hell I'm talking to. So, name, age and your definition of both a hero and a villain. If you give me a dictionary definition, I'm gonna call you on it. I want to hear what you think a hero is and what you think a villain is. It'll give me a nice outline of what I need to talk about and who believes what. So, come on, go."

He went to point someone out to start them off before saying, "Oh, and I'll be choosing one of you to be my TA during this. Just whoever I want. Being a teacher is fucking fun that way. Now, go."

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Take notes, gawk at Loki's language, chat with each other, start thinking about your definitions!

This wasn't her first class with Loki, his language didn't bother her. More importantly, she agreed that nothing was clean cut. People called her a monster all her life.

Azula accepted being called a monster but it was only recently did her own people start labeling her a villain. It didn't matter what other nations thought of her but for the people of the Fire Nation think the same thing bothered Azula.

This was definitely the first time that Madison had had a teacher who used that kind of language. It was startling at first, but the more Loki talked, the less it surprised her.

She had a feeling this was going to be an interesting class.

Her eyebrows arched slightly, but the language didn't offend her.

She'd heard worse.

Luke was amused by both Loki's name, and the way he spoke. He definitely seemed like a teacher Luke would like.

. . . well. Sara had started out being intrigued by Loki's name -- she was hardly one to exercise moderation when it came to the devouring of Norse mythology, or any mythology, wholesale -- until he went on talking.

She was torn between continued intrigue and scandal at his language; he was even worse than that awful Alex boy had been, and she knew she should be outraged, but . . . there really was a certain forbidden sort of poetry to the sound.

And she would never, ever breathe a word of that admission to anyone at home.

Even if Karla hadn't had a class with Loki before, she was just too damn tired to be surprised at what kind of language he used. Mostly, she was just glad she'd had time for a nap between his class and Drake's, so she'd be able to actually string words together enough to answer his question.

Azula turned and saw Karla. She looked as tired as Dinah looked when Azula passed by her room.

"You look dead on your feet."

"Technically, I'm not on my feet," Karla pointed out, just to be a brat. But Azula could probably tell her heart wasn't in it at all. "And now, I think this is where I tell you that you should see the other guy."

Except the other guy was technically still alive, even if he was presently trapped. With Raven's mother. In some kind of freaky demon-dimension. So, while it might not have been all for nothing, it had been a Hell of a lot for what felt like very little.

She looked over to Azula and shook her head. "I think I'm at a point where being dead would be a step up."

"You were with Dinah, weren't you?" Azula asked, guessing. She ignored the comeback.

Karla nodded, slumping back in her chair. "How much did she tell you?" she asked.

"Dinah mentioned Raven's father and her mother," Azula said. There was no mocking tone, no teasing or contempt just a statement which was rare in itself.

"That's the gist of it. On the plus side, I didn't have to worry about getting killed by his regular demon cohorts," Karla sneered. "Apparently, they know not to harm his future child-bride."

Trigon? Man-whore.

"He wanted to marry you too?" She let out a snort. "Men."

"I'll have you know, I'm no Johnny-come-lately to the list of Trigon's potential brides," Karla said, rolling her eyes even harder. "Our so-called engagement is months old."

She shuddered. Mother Night, Trigon was awful.

"And how did you come by that... honor?"

"Smacked him in the back of the head with Craft," Karla admitted. "He's decided he likes the combinations of 'powers' and 'fiesty.'" She gave Azula a long look. "If there's ever a giant, loin-clothed demon, who's all bright red with four glowing eyes, you might want to prepare yourself for his version of courting. Which is usually, "Rawwwr, I am Trigon. You will be my next bride and bear my children. Grr. Arrgh. I am all-powerful."

"I'll take care to remember not to damage any demons of that description," Azula said dryly.

Jono had dragged his ass to class without much of an opportunity to put himself back together after the big showdown against Trigon, and so his bandages were on a little lopsided, and what was left of his slightly shredded coat was zipped up today, in spite of the heat, in order to cover up places on his torso where bandages had been borrowed from in order to wrap his clawed-up shoulder.

He felt like shit, but he was here.

Momoko took no notes in her bright and shiny new notebook, purchased specifically for this workshop. She was too busy staring in disbelief at the language the instructor was using.

She was even too astonished to be offended.

Squall nodded in silent agreement. Had he been up there, he would have said the same things.

With less swearing. And more general glaring and misanthropy.

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