Loki Laufeyson Imagines

Piss Off Your Parents: Part 1

Pairing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary - this is based off the son Piss off Your Parents by Anarbor.  You need a prom date... and fast.  But every guy that your parents think is good enough is a complete idiot... until a mysterious raven haired guy shows up.

Warnings - little bit of angst

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 "It's literally so stupid!" you cry, slamming your locker, and your best friend, Peter, laughs.

"At least your parents think you can get a boyfriend! Aunt May doesn't think I'll ever date," he laughs, and you scoff.

"They just want me to date one of these rich, prissy boys. I have to find a date before prom!!" you groan. This morning your parents told you that you needed to have a date to prom. It was ridiculous. All the boys in these school were stupid, rude, or just annoying. You didn't know what you were going to do. There had to be some way so you didn't have to date some dumb guy.

"There was to be a way I can get out of this!" you exclaim, racking your brain. Peter runs his hand through his curls, before his eyes light up. You grip his arms, turning him towards you.

"What!? What's your idea?!" you exclaim. Peter laughs.

"Why don't you just date someone rich, that your parents will hate," Peter shrugs. You furrow your brows, and he rolls his eyes but continues to explain.

"Like one of the rich bad boys that rebelled against their parents. Leather jackets, and greasy hair or whatever. You seem to like those kinds of people," Peter teases, patting you on the back. The bell rang, and he waved goodbye, but it didn't even process. That was the perfect idea!! You just had to find some bad boy that you found somewhat attractive, and your parents would be livid!! WOOHOO!

You're smiling brightly, as you head down the hall, thinking of all the rebels in school. You're so lost in thought, you smash into someone.

"Eh, watch it!" they cry. Your jaw drops as you whip around.

"Chill out!" you seethe, but your eyes widen. Holy frick. In front of you was a tall pale boy, with long raven black hair, and the brightest green eyes. They glare down at you in anger. He's wearing a leather jacket, with a dark shirt underneath.

"Whatever," he snaps.  He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, before lighting it and putting it between his lips.  He shoves past you, and continues down the hall. Your eyes light up.

He was perfect.

~Time skip~

"Okay class today we have a new student!" your teacher announced, but you don't even hear her. You're too lost in thought, scribbling down ways to get this guy to prom. Your most reasonable thing so far was just to pay him like some messed up 10 Things I hate About You crap. Or maybe totally change your personality and start wearing mini skirts and leather jackets, but this wasn't Grease either.

"Miss Y/n?" Your head snaps up at the sound, and you look to your teacher. She doesn't look too happy, and your eyes land on the boy from earlier standing next to her.

"Again, do you mind showing Loki around the school?" she asks, making Loki roll his eyes. This was perfect, your parents would hate him.

"Yeah, sure," you shrug. Miss Smith gestures for Loki to sit next to you, and he ambles over, pulling out his chair and plopping down. He slouches hands sitting between his legs. As class continues you try to keep your eyes off him, but dear lord he was gorgeous.