Tall, dark, handsome and mysterious.
Those were the words most commonly used to describe him.
They fit perfectly, if everyone was honest, even those who didn't like him had to admit that they were the perfect descriptive words for him and he knew it himself.
With his messy dark hair, which no one could figure out if it was natural or dyed, his usually scruffy and yet somehow still stylish clothes and the tattoo sleeve that ran up his arm it was no surprise that one look from his cat like gaze made the girls swoon.
There were plenty of rumours running around about him, as was typical for boys with his reputation.
The smallest were claims of him skipping class to smoke and drink or how many women he had bedded, along with how he was 'known' to steal.
The biggest were vastly exaggerated, like how he had apparently killed a guy.
He knew of his reputation and did nothing to stop people believing what they wanted, as long as he knew the truth then that was all that mattered in his eyes.
It wasn't his fault that people thought his taste in fashion made him a 'bad boy', he just liked having his hair partially covering his face and wearing scruffy jeans, boots and whatever top he decided to wear underneath his favourite jacket.
Girls happened to fall for this false sense of charm that it gave.
So did Loki.
The quiet and seemingly shy boy who liked to sit in the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes who would take any opportunity to rip into him for something random that they pulled out of their ass.
Loki wasn't known for having many friends or being sporty, in fact he was barely known at all.
He was a shadow to his classmates and the people he ate lunch with were hardly what he'd consider friends, they were more misfits forced together by the hierarchy of school who shared next to no interests.
It took Loki a while to accept that he wasn't as 'normal' as his woman loving adopted brother, whose blond hair, bright smile and outgoing personality made him a hit with everyone.
Typical case of girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be him.
Not that Thor was a terrible person, he was annoyingly charming and friendly which made him impossible to hate, but also meant that Loki was stuck in a social shadow that he could never dig himself out of.
He'd been invited multiple times to go out at the weekend with Thor and his friends under the guise that they wanted to spend time with him, but he knew better, Loki wasn't stupid and knew they were doing it out of pity.
As they spent time together, Loki tried to mimic Thor's behavioral patterns.
To emulate his brother would make him normal, he would pick a lovely woman his mother would be proud of to bring home and rain love upon.
He was normal.
Until he wasn't.
Trying to keep up with Thor was tiring and after a while Loki gave up, though he did learn in this time that he was pretty good at lying and deceiving, so at least something came from it.
Loki was fifteen when he realized that he didn't have a particular preference for who he dated, it took him a while to accept the fact but when he did, he embraced it.
Just in time for 'him' to start at the school.
Another quiet student who preferred to keep to themselves, only this one gave off a brooding aura that was telling people to leave him alone and yet somehow managed to draw everyone in instead.
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