The Class Clown- Thorki Fanfic

Chapter 28

It took a week for Thor to be stable enough to walk out of the hospital. The week passes boringly, with the day passing with school.

During school, I would shoot up before first, come down fourth. I would get high again after lunch and barely be sober enough to drive home.

It's Friday, when we go to the first of Thor's follow up appointments. Laufey and I stand on opposite sides of the room as we study the heart scans.

Laufey steps forward to move the mouse to show a certain part of the heart "He's looking good. The patch is holding up nicely." Thor steps in and Laufey sighs "I need to check your bandages. See how the stitches are doing."

Odin looks to me and asks "Is Thor alright?"

I step forward to check the scan to find it looks fine, considering "Thor is going to be fine." I tell them.

They all nod and Thor speaks up "I have a question." I hum and he cocks an eyebrow to me.

"Six to eight weeks." I tell him and he furrows his brow "Thor, you're barely awake for five minutes at a time. I don't know about you, but that's barely enough time to get a chub."

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Later that night, I lay next to Thor in his bed. He watches me read a book and I ask "What did you think of IT?"

"Haven't read it yet." he states and I give him a stern look "Will you read it to me?" I give a pleased smile, before placing my book down and moving to get comfortable.

Off the top of my head, I begin "Chapter 1: After the Flood (1957). The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight year... if it ever did end... began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain."

We get all the way to Six Phone Calls, before I pass out next to Thor.

The lights flashing outside wakes me. Tiredly, I walk down the stairs to find Frigga, Odin, Hela, and Carol, arguing with a couple of cops.

"What's wrong?" I ask and they all look my way as I wrap myself in my sweater "Why are the cops here?"

"Loki Laufeyson?" a cop asks and I confirm who I am "You're going to need to come with us, son."

I rub my eyes, before asking "Why? I haven't done anything wrong. I've got an accent, but I was born in raised in America."

"We're not arresting you." the cop states and the Odinclan looks at me, nervously "We're taking you home."

"This is his home!" Hela exclaims and I give a confused look, before she hisses "We won't let him go back there!"

"Laufey's?" I ask and they give me a pitiful look, before I ask "What, did he report me as a runaway?"

When nobody responds, I think for a second, before nodding "Just give me a minute to grab my things."

I turn back and walk back up the stairs. Silently, I slip into my room and empty my pockets on my bed.

Quickly, I shove my drugs behind a book and storm into my closet to change into a loose tank-top, one of Thor's jackets, and some sweats.

When I walk back out, Odin stands in my room "Loki, if they knew the truth, they can't legally take you back."

I hand him my phone and order "Text Drax. Tell him to tell Rocket to give you a wave of parental rights form."

Odin thinks for a moment "Then you'll be put in a group home. You'll be in the system." he tells me.

"The state doesn't give a shit about a seventeen year old." I state, before scratching the back of my neck "If we're lucky, I'll be back by tomorrow night."

Odin nods and I tuck my hair behind my ear as he sighs "I don't want you back there, Loki. It's not safe."

I tighten the jacket around me a state "I can handle myself. Lock myself in my room until you can show up."

Odin nods, before I insure nothing is in my pockets "What are you doing?" Odin asks as I pull twenty out of the jacket pocket.

"He's going to pick-pocket me the second I walk through." I state, before zipping the jacket up and looking to him "I should go."

Silently, I step downstairs to find the girls are still arguing with the cop. After a moment, the cop looks my way. After another, so do the girls.

I can hear Odin step up behind me as I nod "I'm ready." I slip past the girls and step up next to the cop car.

The cop opens it, and I take a seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my family staring at the car in shock.

As we pull out of the driveway, the cop asks "Why'd you run away, anyway? Did daddy not get you the right color lambo?"

I set my jaw and remain silent for the rest of the ride. When we pull down the street, he sighs "It looks like you have a nice house."

As we come to a holt, I speak quietly "Nice and that house shouldn't be used in the same sentence."

Laufey meets us at the door and I stand there, silently, while they make conversation. Finally, Laufey looks my way "Well, are you going to come in, or not?"

I shoot a glare his way, before stepping inside to find he's got a new television and door. The table is replaced with an identical one.

When the door shuts, I take a deep breath, before I feel a cold hand on the back of my neck "Take a seat." He orders.

He motions towards the table for I go take a seat. As I sit in my old seat, I look straight ahead, featurelessly.

Inside, I can feel my organs doing backflips and I can't promise I won't vomit. But then again, it's been hours since my last fix.

He sits in front of me and asks "When was your last fix?" I stay completely silent, so he leans forward to examine my eyes "It's been awhile."

I ask, softly "What time is it?" he gives an amused look and I glance towards the stove to find it four in the morning "Eight hours."

He looks towards the stove, before gocking in excitement "In four hours, you'll start withdrawal. This'll be entertaining."