After that day Loki saw him everywhere.

It took a break in for Loki to realize that his and Stark's lives were so vividly intertwined, and it irked the man to no end. Realizing that yes, his brother was friends with the intruder, was a little upsetting, but hey, it happens.

To suddenly realize that the man was in his American Civil War class, as well as his blow off sociology class, frequented the same café as him every morning, and came traipsing up his hallway nearly every day to see his friend, was disheartening to say the least.

It didn't help that Thor seemed to be convinced that he and Stark would make a fantastic couple. Loki would rather gouge out his eyes than enter a relationship with Tony Stark. The pompous jackass was, apparently, his match made in heaven.

Yeah right. How could Thor think, for just a second, that he and Tony Stark would be perfect together. Tony was an irresponsible frat boy with too much money and time on his hands. Loki would rather claw out his eyes then even speak to Tony ever again.

"No," Loki groaned as he saw his window being opened by none other than Tony Stark. "Go away," Loki told him, face planting into his textbook. "I am too busy to deal with your nonsense."

There was clamor and a thud before Tony popped his head over the couch. "Rhodey!" His smile quickly turned upside down. "You're… not Rhodey."

Loki threw his pen at Tony who didn't even blink as it bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor. "No, I'm not. You've already made this mistake," Loki grumbled.

"Loki!" Tony cried out instead, hopping onto the couch beside the boy. He took one look at the thick art history text book and wrinkled his nose. "What is that?"

"I'm studying," Loki told him. "So go away."

Tony fingered Loki's notes. He was so… uptight. That was the word. The guy needed to learn how to relax. Thor was a much more relaxed guy. How were they even related? They didn't look anything alike, not that Tony thought about it.

"I'm adopted," Loki replied him. Okay, so he wasn't saying that in his head. "No. It seems your brain to mouth filter deteriorates further when intoxicated."

"I'm not intoxicated," Tony said.

He just had a few beers. No big deal. He lay his head back onto the couch and closed his eyes. Wow, Loki's couch was comfy.

"I don't want you here, you do know that, right?" Loki told him, digging through his bag for another pen. He really shouldn't have thrown the one he was using at Stark. But he couldn't do anything about that now.

He had an exam on German Expressionism Tuesday and he really didn't need the distraction. Loki completely failed the last test, and by failed, he got a 'B' which was basically the same thing. He had to be nothing less than perfect.

"Shh," Tony answered, putting a finger to his lips. "I'm asleep."

Loki raises an eyebrow. "You are not," he says indignantly, only to find Tony's finger on his mouth.

"I'm sleeping."

Loki swatted the hand away, huffing in annoyance. The test was tomorrow morning and if Tony wanted to pass out on his couch and wake up with a killer hangover come Monday, then Loki wasn't going to try to argue. He needed that A. He needed it more than life itself.

Tony was awoken by the Psycho theme.

Ignoring the pounding in his head, he clumsily shot out his arm from under his blanket and, with one eye open, grabbed the blaring phone from off the coffee table. "What?" he groaned. It was way too early for this.

"Are you still asleep?" came the shrill voice. "Class is in fifteen, you do realize that right? I even ordered you a good luck frappuccino."

"I don't like frappuccinnos," Tony muttered, confused. Who the hell was calling him?

Suddenly Tony's pillow moved and ripped the phone out of his hand. "Whadya want?"

"OH MY GOD LOKI DID YOU GET SOME LAST NIGHT?"

Tony sat up, nausea and a headache making itself known. Oh joy. He tried standing but found himself wrapped up in a blanket. He was covered in a blanket. Loki was his pillow.

Shit. He broke into Loki's apartment again. Tony plopped back onto the couch. The guy was going to kill him.

"What do you mean I'm late!" Loki yelped, stumbling off the couch, textbook falling to the floor, dislodging the blanket off of Tony's lap. "Shit. Shit shitshitshitshitshit."

In under two minutes Loki was cleaned and dressed, grabbing his notebook and satchel, dashing out the door without even a side glance at Tony.

Lorelei moved her bag as Loki quickly walked down Hall B's stairs. He plopped down beside her, just as their professor started handing out their test. She scooted the frap towards him and Loki smiled adoringly at her.

Once class ended, Loki found himself being forcibly dragged out of the lecture hall and into the women's bathroom.

"I'm not supposed to be in here," Loki tried telling her, but Lorelei just rolled her eyes. A girl stepped out of a stall and squeaked upon seeing Loki.

Lorelei squirted hand sanitizer on her hands and shoved her out of the bathroom, quick as can be. She locked the bathroom door and took a menacing step towards her friend. "I can't believe you got laid last night and you weren't going to tell me."

"What?" Loki blurted. He was pretty positive he'd know whether or not he got some good loving and good loving he did not receive. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Don't play innocent with me," Lorelei told him, sticking up her perfectly manicured finger in his face. "Some babe answered your phone, and don't say that was you because you never sound that hot."

Loki blinked at her in confusion. Babe? What in heaven's name was she spea – "Do you mean Stark?" Loki exclaimed.

"Oh my god!" she shouted, hitting Loki repeatedly in the shoulder. "You slept with Tony Stark!"

"No!" Loki told her, grabbing hold of Lorelei and trying to knock some sense into her. "I did no such thing."

She gave me a disbelieving look. "You can't try to talk yourself out of this. You did the dirty with the hottest guy on campus," she squealed. "I need to tell people. I need – oh my god! Loki," she cut herself off, giving him a serious look. "Who topped?"

When Loki got back to his apartment, he had a horrible headache and one less friend in his life. He should have just skipped that damn test. The makeup would have been harder, but then he wouldn't have to listen to Lorelei gush and inform EVERYONE he had sex with Tony Stark.

Which would seem highly improbable if the damn man wasn't still sleeping on his couch. Loki checked his phone, noting that it was well past noon.

He hung up his jacket and bag on a hook and toed off his loafers. First things first, he had to get the idiot off of his couch and out of his apartment. Then he could reply to all the damn texts and facebook messages asking whether he boned Stark or not.

This would be less stressful if he actually did. Not that he'd even think about it.

Loki grabbed a pillow and threw it at Tony's head. "Wake up," he told him, unsurprised when Tony didn't even stir. The bastard.

Deciding that something had to be done, he did the most logical thing he could think of. He jumped on him.

Tony woke with a shout, arms flailing as he tried to register just where he was. The smirking Loki lying on top of him was a surprise, but not a bad one. "Hey gorgeous," Tony greeted with a lick of his lips.

"Disgusting," Loki scoffed, wacking him upside the head and getting himself off Tony. "I'm going to make you pay rent if you use up my couch any longer."

Tony sat up, rubbing his head wound. "You're so mean to me."

"Please leave, Stark," Loki told him. "I really don't need the headache."

If anyone had a headache, it was Tony, but he just shrugged, getting off the couch and stretching. "Whatever babe," Tony replied. He rubbed at his eyes as he searched for his sneakers.

"Under the coffee table," Loki said as he made his way to the kitchen. He scrounged around his cabinets for a granola bar, tossing one at Tony who was too busy trying to unlace his sneaker to notice the bar aimed towards his head.

The granola bar bounced off his forehead and landed on the couch. Tony made a displeased face at Loki before noticing the snack. "Awesome," Tony smiled. "You're amazing, you know that."

"Leave my house," Loki ordered.

Shoes on, granola bar half eaten, and jacket located, Tony leaned over the counter separating the living room and kitchen. "Technically it's an apartment," Tony pointed out.

"Leave my apartment," Loki amended.

"Harsh," Tony pouted. He took a quick look around the place. It was nice. Then he spotted the blanket he was under when he woke up. "Did you give me a blanket?"

Loki let out a derisive laugh. "I got cold and you stole it off me," he explained.

No believing a word of it, Tony just nodded. "Well thanks for letting me crash," Tony said, leaning over to place a kiss on Loki's cheek.

Stunned, Loki stood there as he watched Tony leave, almost forgetting everyone thought they were a couple. Almost.

"Shit," Loki said out loud to himself. He was so screwed.

Author's Note: This literally took me forever to get out and I'm sorry. Life and writer's block happened. There should be one more chapter after this. yay! :)

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