I'm In Love With The god of Mischief

Bringing Loki to school

"My project's ready and I was able to convince Loki to help me make it better. A+ here I come!" Celine and Max made it to Midtown High where they left their projects in history class to be presented by the students and graded later. Celine convinced Loki to use his shapshifting powers to take the form of a teenage boy in their age group. Max helped out. "Okay Loki, your cover story is that you're a foreign exchange student from say, Europe and that you wish do your classes here in America. Got it?" Loki gave a nod. "Why hello there students, I am a normal teenage boy from Europe." Celine faceplamed herself. "This isn't gonna work."
History class
"All right class I see a lot of you have worked on your Norse projects. First up is Maxine Sterling." Max got out her project. "My Norse project is about the vikings. Now the vikings are barbarians that hail from Scandinavia who believed that the world is flat. Flatter than..." "this sheet of paper. Also vikings can... wait for it... RIDE DRAGONS!" Celine sunk lower in her seat. "...and in conclusion, it is indeed possible for vikings to train and ride dragons!" The history teacher, Mrs. Langston came to her. "My, my Maxine that is quite... impressive. I'll give you a B for creativity." Max went back to her seat. "I got myself a B! I bet my mom will see that I ain't a disappointment. In school that is."
"Up next is miss Celine Robinson."
She came up with her display board. "My project is about Thor the god of thunder and Loki the god of mischief. They are the sons of Odin the All Father. Thor is the oldest and Loki is the younger sibling."
Time skip 'cuz I was bored
"That is my project everyone."
"I must say Miss Robinson, your project is very impressive. So A+!"
School ended and Celine was very happy that she got an A+ on her project and Max was content that she got a B on her project. Loki followed the girls. "I must say, high school seemed quite interesting. I saw some girls who were attempting to seek my attention."
"Those girls? Were they wearing the cheerleading outfits?"
"Yes why?"
"Dude! The cheer squad was hitting on you."
"Hitting on me? They look like that they have no interest in hitting me."
"It's a figure of speech. They were flirting with you. We need to work on teaching you teen lingo and New York slang."