The Class Clown- Thorki Fanfic

Chapter 33

As soon as I get home, I storm up the stairs and move the bathroom door along to cover the hallway door.

After a moment, I walk into my closet and quickly change into different clothes. There's a knock on the door.

Heimdall sticks his head in and frowns "I heard you come in. Is everything alright?" He asks as he spots my sweats "You shouldn't be in pajamas, yet."

"Sleep naked." I grumble as I brush my hair "I'm going for a run. I need to clear my head, you know?"

Without looking, I reach into a drawer to get a rubber band, only for something sharp to pierce my skin.

I can stop myself from screaming "Motherfucker!" as blood pours from my hand. My eyebrow trimmer sliced my hand clean open.

A rush floods through me, as if I was on the tail end of Horse. All I can do is stare down at it as blood trickles onto the floor.

Out of concern, Heimdall takes my hand to examine it, before insisting "It's going to need stitches."

As he runs my hand under water, all I can do is stare at the mesmerizing light red water "It's not that bad."

"Are you sure?" he asks and I hum, before he disappears. He's back in second, with gauze and medical tape "Let me patch you up."

As he patches me up, I state "A rumor is running through the school. We're now fucking, apparently."

He scoffs, before ordering "Don't let them get under your skin. Still wanna go for that run?" he asks.

I set my jaw and spit out "It's either go for a run, or shoot up." he hums as he taps down the gauze.

"Sugar helps." he states and I give a confused look "So does caffeine." he shrugs "Skip the run. Watch a movie with me."

I think for a second, before asking "Where is everyone?"

"Thor is napping." Heimdall educates "Frigga and Odin are taking a breath, aka a date. Carol drove up to see Hela."

~

"What the fuck!" Thor roar, causing both Heimdall and I to jump out of our skins "What do you think you're doing?"

I look down and realize that I was laying on Heimdall "Shit, Thor, I can explain!" Thor gocks and starts to storm off, on I follow him.

As he reaches the stairs, I grab his arm and explain "We were talking about the family that we lost, okay? To our diseases?"

"Oh, so that's why you're shirtless?" he asks and I cross my arms over my chest. He gocks "Yeah."

"Thor, you know me!" I howl and he sets his jaw "You know that I don't sleep with just anyone, okay?"

"Yeah, well..." he gives me a shameful look "I guess I don't know you that well, do I?" he shakes his head "I don't know the Loki that would stick a needle into his arm."

He storms up the state and I stand there for a moment, before striding towards the kitchen, Heimdall hot on my trail.

I'm just far ahead of him to grab a bottle of grey goose and take a nice big swig. When I slam the bottle down, I growl out a "Motherfuck!"

As he screws the cap back on, he frowns "You curse a lot, you know that, right?" I hum as I lick it off my fingers.

"I'm not normally this stressed." I state and he gives a weak smile, before I check the clock "I'm going to head to bed."

Silently, I slip up the stairs and stop next to Thor's door. From the light casted below the door, I know he's awake.

"Good night, Thor, my love." I call through the door. I hum, before shrugging "If you stop acting like a twat, you can come sleep next to me."

Not an fifteen minutes later, I lay in bed. I can hear the door slide open and closed, before the bed dips. After a moment, his hand grips my hip and he whispers "Good night, Loki."

~

I thought the next day would be different. As if everyone had already moved on to the next person who fucked up, or the latest from some popular artist.

But everyone took one look at my bandaged hand and the biggest rumor sprinted through the school.

"Loki is a cutter."

"It's absolute madness!" I insist as I speak to Coulson "I would never intentional hurt him!" I tell him.

"I know you wouldn't." Coulson sighs, before looking towards his clipboard "And the self-harm isn't far fetched."

I furrow my brow at him "In case you haven't noticed, there's not a major artery in your palm."

He shrugs, before reminding "Sometimes people self-harm to stop themselves from killing themselves."

I scratch me forehead, before sitting up on the couch "What, do I remind you of someone who self-harms?"

He nods, before pointing out "You wear dark-clothes, mostly long-sleeves. You'd be great at swimming, and the school gave you a spot, but you refused. You've shut yourself away from family. You look a bit thinner than usual."

I scoff "Yeah, because I'm a junky."

~

When I get back to the house, I find everyone in the living room. Hela stands and hugs me as I ask "What's happening?"

"Christmas." Frigga cheers, before shrugging "I know it's already after New Years, but we figured, why not? We didn't celebrate before."

I give a weak smile as Odin hands me a box. After watching everyone go through their gifts, Thor nudges me "Your turn."

Silently, I open the box to find a large manila envelope. Curiously, I open it to find a large pile of papers.

When I skim through the first page, shock leaves me dazed as Odin smiles "Rocket got that the day that Laufey called the cops."

In confusion, I ask "You want to adopt me?"

The ringing in my ears almost covers their voices "Why wouldn't we?" Frigga asks "You're already a huge part of our family. Why not make it official?"

I look back to the file and flip to the back to find two signatures with one blank line. Odin's signature is vaguely sloppy and breif, and Frigga's is neat and carefully placed.

I could only imagine Odin signing it, immediately. Frigga probably took her time, thinking about the thought of loving another child.

I clear my throat, before wiping my eye and placing it down "I need a minute." everyone is silent as I walk up the stairs.

Hours pass as I cry, and scream, and punch my way through the pain of not being their biology son, until morning comes.

After the three mile run, I get ready, eat breakfast, and get on my bike. Instead of going to school, I head straight out of town.