Detention and Spearmint Gum.
Ship: Thor x Loki.
This is, I think, the ninth or tenth High School AU Thorki I’ve written in as many months. I’m sorry. Really, I am. But not sorry enough to stop.
1/?
Loki Laufey is practically a permanent fixture in the detention room. He’s got his own seat specifically reserved there, and Thor assumes they automatically print his name onto the role call for detention, and Loki just never leaves the room.
Loki is in detention daily, and Thor sees the sullen boy staring off into space every afternoon as he collects his things from his locker, but never says a word to him.
Thor is late from football practice, and is collecting his things from his locker, when he notices Loki hunched over a sketchbook in the detention room. There’s no teacher supervising, and Thor presumes this is because Loki is in detention so often that they don’t even bother with him anymore.
Thor cautiously enters the room, more out of curiosity rather than sympathy, for the lonely boy.
Thor drags a chair, and joins Loki at the fake-wooden desk that is actually made of plastic. Loki doesn’t flinch at the sudden noise, or even bother to look up.
“Hey,” Thor says, and and Loki makes brief eye contact – just long enough to read Thor’s facial expression like a book. He’s staring at Loki with a look that silently begs him to say something, to say anything.
Loki knows this, and presses his lips together in a hard line. Loki’s been ignored his entire life, and is therefore used to silence. He could keep this up all day, it’s not like anyone listens to him when actually has something to say anyway.
Thor watches him, listening to the constant sound of gum being crushed between his teeth, and the tick-tick-tick of the clock on the wall.
Eventually Thor shrugs and, after five minutes of total silence from Loki, he kicks out the chair, and walks toward the door.
“Silence bothers you, doesn’t it?” Loki says, softly.
Thor freezes, hand on the doorknob, and just stands there for a moment.
“You’re so used to being the centre of attention,” Loki continues, twisting his gum around his finger, “And then silence reminds you just how alone you are. That’s why the silence scares you,”
Thor turns around, swift and sharp movements of an athlete, and stalks over to the desk Loki is sitting at. He slams his fists down on the table, “You know nothing about me,” he replies, darkly.
There’s no response from Loki, he simply looks very bored and offers a lazy smile.
Thor stares at him, confused about Loki’s lack of fear and respect toward him. Does this kid not know who he is?
Loki leans forward, and wraps the rest of his gum around his forefinger. Then gets up from his chair, gracefully, and plunges his finger between Thor’s lips.
Thor is so startled, his mouth hangs open in gaping shock, and he can feel the chewed-up spearmint gum on his tongue. He cringes, and gags, then spits it to the ground.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Thor mutters, but Loki’s disappeared.