[the only reason loki is stuck here is because this school has a ridiculous rule allowing only seniors to take their lunches off campus and elsewhere--frankly if it were up to him he'd be dining at the finest (or as fine as these american schools could offer) restaurants and taking his sweet time. but alas, he hasn't been driven to the point of breaking any rules yet and here he is.
while thor is off gallivanting (though he only does it a few days a week, sometimes opting to smother loki and eat lunch with him anyway) today loki is alone and judging the world and that's perfectly fine--in fact he prefers the silence to any inane attempts at sucking up or god forbid trying to become a friend. there's no one here loki has convinced himself he'd want to befriend anyway.
but of course, no one is ever content to just leave him alone. he barely restrains an eyeroll, looking up from his lunch with a slight sigh until he's face to face with--oh.
of course he knows who steve is, he's a good observer and he'd already gotten a crash course from thor's annoying new "friend" jane who everyone is. steven rogers is the golden boy, something loki thought he'd resent. he still does somewhat, only his resent is turned inwards on himself for being unable to find something rude to say in response to a genuinely honest, open and somewhat hopeful face.
steve rogers, as it turns out, is a truly nice person.
he swallows away any pre-loaded insults on the tip of his tongue, instead nodding and offering a momentary little half-smile of his own. there's something amused in his tone, but not mocking for a change. steve should be able to detect the slightest hint of an accent, though loki thinks his origins are fairly well-known even though it's only his second day.]
Loki. [he extends his hand, tilting his head a little to get a better look at steve and maybe not be so blinded with the smile. it's perfect and all.]
The pleasure is all mine. So kind of you to take it upon yourself to make the introduction. And certainly a little less daunting to adapt when there's a friendly, handsome face in the mix.
whoops i wrote u a lot
while thor is off gallivanting (though he only does it a few days a week, sometimes opting to smother loki and eat lunch with him anyway) today loki is alone and judging the world and that's perfectly fine--in fact he prefers the silence to any inane attempts at sucking up or god forbid trying to become a friend. there's no one here loki has convinced himself he'd want to befriend anyway.
but of course, no one is ever content to just leave him alone. he barely restrains an eyeroll, looking up from his lunch with a slight sigh until he's face to face with--oh.
of course he knows who steve is, he's a good observer and he'd already gotten a crash course from thor's annoying new "friend" jane who everyone is. steven rogers is the golden boy, something loki thought he'd resent. he still does somewhat, only his resent is turned inwards on himself for being unable to find something rude to say in response to a genuinely honest, open and somewhat hopeful face.
steve rogers, as it turns out, is a truly nice person.
he swallows away any pre-loaded insults on the tip of his tongue, instead nodding and offering a momentary little half-smile of his own. there's something amused in his tone, but not mocking for a change. steve should be able to detect the slightest hint of an accent, though loki thinks his origins are fairly well-known even though it's only his second day.]
Loki. [he extends his hand, tilting his head a little to get a better look at steve and maybe not be so blinded with the smile. it's perfect and all.]
The pleasure is all mine. So kind of you to take it upon yourself to make the introduction. And certainly a little less daunting to adapt when there's a friendly, handsome face in the mix.
[time for a game of gay or just european???]