BLOCKED • THOR/BRUCE

10. real life

BRUCE decides that when he sees Thor, if the tall blonde chooses to keep his mouth shut, then he'll choose to let the issue go. He won't ask for an apology for calling him a name that the kids at this dump of a school use to torment him.

Despite being used to it, Thor saying it truly got under his skin.

Bruce doesn't appreciate being called a psycho because he's not a psycho.

When he was a kid, he never got to be a kid because his father spent every day making his life miserable. His mother was the only person who cared about him, and then his father took that away too. Traumatized? Yes, but not a psychopath.

Bruce doesn't see him when he walks on campus, and if he never saw him that'd be okay too. Loki and Brunnhilde are talking at her locker, he whispers something in her ear and she throws a playful punch to his shoulder.

"Banner." Loki greets when he sees the brunette boy, "My brother may be an idiot, but he's not helpless. You may actually be in for a fair fight."

Brun smirks, and Bruce knows a small part of her is enjoying this.

"Good." Bruce says, with a frown on his face. It'll be a little sad if it's too easy for him.

A pack of boys turns the corner a moment later, a tall blonde leading them with a smirk on his face. Thor looks straight at the trio, then winks. Bruce doesn't say anything, but looks dead in his eyes- he wasn't going to be intimidated.

Maintaining the eye contact, he whispers something in the ear of his fellow blond, Steve Rogers- quarterback for their high school football team and total sweetheart. Steve reels his head back, looking at Thor is disappointment. "Not cool, man."

"Wanna speak up?" Bruce calls out, stepping toward his classmate. "I couldn't quite hear you."

He raises his eyebrows in amusement, "Nothing too important."

The brunette bites the inside of his cheek, clenching and unclenching his fists. One part of him, the smarter part is telling him to turn away and let Thor be an asshole on his own.

The other part of him is livid.

"I was just telling him how you're just as bad as your father."

Thor is on the ground in less than a second.

Bruce's fists collides with his face over and over without giving him a moment to catch his breath. Over, and over, and over, and- Thor has the upper hand now.

Somehow he flips them over, straddling the boy's waist and throwing hard punches to wherever he feels flesh beneath him.

This doesn't last long, because just as quickly Bruce is jabbing into Thor's ribs and now they're rolling around the hallway.

Students are shouting, cheering; at some point Steve tries to pull his friend from on top of Bruce, but he's unsuccessful.

Once he finds his way back to the top, Thor starts to lose his energy. The punches aren't being fought against anymore, and the roar of the crowd has been reduced to murmurs and gasps. Thor's beautiful face is scratched and bleeding, but Bruce insists on throwing one more punch- the crack of his nose bone echoes throughout their hallway.

Everyone is silent.

The brunette rolls off of him, catching his breath and sucking his bloodied lip into his mouth. He got hurt, but not as bad as him.

Booming footsteps bring everyone out of their haze, followed by an equally booming voice, "What the hell is going on?" A dark skinned man shouts to the group of teens, face contorted in anger.

Everyone is silent.

"Odinson and Banner, get in my office, now!" Their principal commands with a growl.