Fandom High School

It was the official last day of class. Loki would have been sad if he hadn't known he was going to end up teaching again. Power was fucking intoxicating.

"Last day of class," he said, smiling at all the students. "I bet you couldn't wait. You all made it through without annoying the fuck out of me or dying. Congratulations. I don't have any sort of final prepared because fuck that noise. I hope you've learned something in this class. If you take anything away, I hope it's that rules are made to be fucking broken sometimes and just because there's guidelines written down doesn't mean they need to be followed. Be your own fucking person."

With that, he sat at the desk and put his feet up. "I'm sticking around the for the class but if you wanna leave, you can fucking go. If you don't, well, don't."

Maybe this was a sort of final. To see who would actively go against him and his word and who wouldn't. He wasn't grading it but he could see if he could predict who would stay and who would go.

"So, make your choice and get to it."

Class was being held in the Danger Shop today. Loki had contemplated actually taking everyone to the mainland and letting them loose but decided he didn't want the paperwork associated with anyone getting arrested. So, the Danger Shop it was.

"Morning, muffins," Loki teased, grinning. "Today, we're going to get going on wrecking your healthy lifestyles. Now, I know most of you probably work out, eat right, get a lot of sleep and that's bullshit. That's restricting yourself from some of the best stuff in life. You only live fucking once so why not make it good? Don't turn your bodies into fucking temples to health food. Give your body what it wants! Give yourself what you want."

Loki got the simulation going and the Danger Shop became a cavernous, huge grocery store. "Today, you're going shopping. This store has everything you could possibly imagine and more. Your job today? Buy unhealthy shit. Buy a lot of it. If I see one healthy thing in your baskets, I'm gonna make you go back for something even unhealthier. The object of this activity is to you thinking with your id. You want to have an eye on things that are good, tasty, delicious, sweet, salty, things like that. You don't want something with a big fucking label telling you it's ninety five percent fat free. No. Today is about wrecking your healthy lifestyles and giving your body what it wants. So, grab a cart and go."

The class was meeting back in the Danger Shop today. That, unfortunately, meant Loki couldn't sprawl on his desk but it also meant he might get a really fucking funny show depending on how things went.

( cut because...i like cutting things! )

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.... )