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“You can’t just sit there all day.” You huffed, throwing a balled up paper across the table at him. He was refusing to study because you had called him a child (the tantrum he threw at your words only emphasize your point). “You have to study!” You were honestly frustrated with him at this point, knowing that his refusal was only going to distract you from your studies, and in the end you would both end up failing.
However, Loki only crossed his arms and let out a grunt, turning his head away.
“I’m not a child,” he mumbled under his breath.
A trickster. A bother. A pain in the ass. You call him these things on a regular basis, so you don’t know why now, of all times, he’s chosen to be difficult.
“Loki, please just-”
“Nope. I’m too childish, remember?” He stuck his tongue out at you, his eyebrows drawing together as you let out a long sigh.
“Oh my gods, Loki. What is your problem? Can we please just study?” You let your head fall to the table and thunk into the pages of your open book.
“Fine, just say I’m a man.” He insisted and you immediately responded.
“You’re a man. Not childish at all. So manly. Can we study now?” He didn’t appreciate your deadpan tone and leaned across the table, grabbing your pencil from your hand where you were tapping it impatiently on your notebook.
“Say it like you mean it.” He said as he raised an eyebrow. You had no idea what this was about. Is it a pride thing? Did you hurt his feelings by insinuating he’s less manly than he actually is? That didn’t sound like him, but you were too tired to deal with it at the moment.
“I’m sorry, Loki.” You sighed, reaching across the table and plucking your pencil from his hands, resting your fingertips on his knuckles. “You’re clearly not that childish, I mean, you do things that would be criminal for a child to do.” You rolled your eyes wondering what he would actually take from that and wondering if his mind would go to the dirty things you had intentionally meant and not the less than moral tricks he plays on his classmates. But whatever road his thought process took, your apology and backhanded compliment seemed to do the trick, earning you a smile from the troublemaker.
“That’s very true.” His smirk made you shake your head and let out a chuckle.
“Loki?” You asked, trying to keep a straight face as you motioned to all the open books on the table.
“Yeah yeah, fine, let’s study.”