Fandom High School

Loki knew it was the last day of class and, while he'd thought of treating the class to something, he decided against it because he was a damn lazy bastard and he got up too late to actually get anything. The class had been handwavily notified to meet in the Danger Shop just to make things easier.

"So, it's the last class," he said from his spot at the front of the room, "and you've all survived. Not that there was a chance you wouldn't but still, it's good to see. I don't really have anything planned for your final exam because it's hard to test your skills in working together subjectively. So, you get off easy."

Well, not that easy.

"That doesn't mean you can fucking leave or anything, oh no," he continued. "You're still stuck with doing something, you're just not going to get graded on it. Since you've been working together all term, today, you get to work against each other. Today, you're going to joust! So, have fun and thanks for coming to class every week. Hope you learned something and if you didn't, it was your fucking fault and not mine."

Always displacing blame.

"Hope to see a few of you next semester." Like he'd be giving up a sweet teaching gig.

[ocd is up and class is ready to go!]

After sending out handwavy notice, Loki was leaning against a wall and waiting for his class to file into the Danger Shop today. If he looked exciting, well, he was. He hadn't been in this classroom yet and he was kind of really fucking excited about what he'd planned today. He was such a fucking natural.

( cut because he babbles )

Loki had arrived early to class in order to shove all the desks and chairs to the side to give the room a nice, big empty space for today's lesson. Had he mentioned that he loved teaching sometimes? He fucking loved teaching sometimes.

( and he starts talking again... )

With that, Loki leaned back against the wall and waited for the class to get started.

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.

( and cut because if there's one thing Loki does well, it's talk )

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