It's party time! Here we have a Thor-centric chapter along with the introduction of Loki as per request. Also, fair warning there will be a LOT of alcohol in this chapters. Teenagers will be teenagers. /chuckles

And if you guys have anything you'd like to see (interactions, characters, etc) just let me know in the reviews! I'd be happy to take your ideas and run with them.

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"This is quite a party, Stark!" Thor shouted to the teenager in question over the blaring music as he entered the kitchen, which appeared to be the hub of the commotion. Trailing far behind Thor was his brother Loki, who, by the tight lipped expression he wore and the fists buried deep into his pockets, wasn't exactly thrilled to have tagged along.

"God of Thunder!" Tony greeted him with a slap on the back. "You made it! How'd the game go?"

"Victory was ours," the quarterback grinned exultantly.

"Glad to hear it!" Tony clapped his hands. "Hey, go grab yourself a drink. I've got to go find Pepper. Have fun, just don't trash the place." he told his newest arrival. He turned his head to the counter behind him and quirked an eyebrow. "I'm lookin' at you, Darce!"

"Party hard!" Darcy shouted triumphantly at the sound of her name, punching the hand that wasn't grasping a red solo cup in the air. He was probably referring to that one time she and Clint had a little too much to drink at one of his other famous parties and trashed his guest house. Three windows had to be replaced. Darcy would have felt bad except she had beaten Clint in their drinking contest and that was no small feat.

Tony just rolled his eyes. He offered a final pat to Thor's shoulder and a firm nod to his brother before disappearing through the sliding glass doors that lead to his backyard.

"What's your poison, Odinson?" Darcy asked, spinning around to meet him, his smile shinning arrogantly and happily as he ran his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair. Sure she knew who he was; everyone knew who Thor Odinson was. Ever since he and his brother transferred to Avenger High at the beginning of the year, the Odinsons had been all anybody ever talked about. Well, this Odinson in particular. She had never actually met the guy but they had a couple of classes together. Her eyes studied him for a moment- good god, he was hot- before she spoke again, "You seem like a beer guy to me. I'm partial to Bud Light but nah, I think you're more of a Sam Adams sort of man."

Thor gave a lopsided smiled, "You would be correct, Miss Lewis."

With a smile, she cracked open a bottle and slid it down the counter before peaking her head around her new acquaintance to his brother. "And you, Odinson número dos?" They really looked nothing alike, Darcy noted, and it wasn't just the hair, which in Loki's case was jet black and slicked back. Where Thor was built like an ox, Loki was lean and sly like a snake. Not to mention there was just something about him... a mysterious quality that his brother lacked. "You hit me as a red wine with dinner sort of guy. Or maybe even a rum and coke after a long day."

Loki raised an eyebrow at the forwardness of the complete stranger, internally wincing at the 'number two' jab. But he smoothed his expression almost instantly and replied with a slight smirk as he stepped around his brother.

"Ah, your intuition has failed you."

"Really?" she retorted playfully, crossing her arms over her chest, "because I'm usually right about this sort of thing."

"I apologize for tarnishing your record, then. I'm not overly fond of alcohol but if you're offering, I'll take a Heineken." He eyed the six pack over her shoulder.

Darcy narrowed her eyes, giving the dark haired Odinson a second once-over, before pursing her lips and reaching behind her for the bottle he requested. She shoved the bottle and an opener his way and watched as he popped the beer open.

"Cheers," Loki acknowledged in his low, charming voice as he held the bottle up and moved away from the kitchen in search of a spot a way from the commotion where he could hear his own thoughts, taking a substantial swig as he sauntered out of the room.

"What troubles you?" Thor inquired with a chuckle when he noticed Darcy watching his brother through slatted eyes as he maneuvered between the masses.

"I'm never wrong," she grumbled, scrunching her nose.

"Pay Loki no mind," he advised her with an amused expression. "He's always been one for mischief."

"Seems like an ass to me," Darcy murmured with a sidelong glance to the blonde, who promptly opened his mouth to speak before deciding not to and then closing it again.

"Well, I wouldn't say that..." he retorted after a minute, his mouth falling to a thin line.

"Oh! How did the game go?" the girl with the glasses jumped suddenly with fresh excitement, completely forgetting about his brother or the fact that her pride had been wounded.

"We won, but by a thin margin. It was a good game," he grinned.

"Yeah?" she smiled in anticipation, "What was the score?"

"Twenty-one to eighteen. Gotham High put up a fight but-"

Darcy's sudden fist pump accompanied by an "ah ha!" took the proclaimed God of Thunder quite by surprise. "Yes! Where's Clint? Hawkeye!" she called out into the crowd.

"What?" a bemused Clint shouted back from the other end of the kitchen.

"You owe me thirty dollars, ha!" she yelled over the music, her tone bordering on a playground taunt. Thor had quickly connected the dots and was watching the exchange with a growing amusement.

"Are you kidding me!" Barton cried before leaving the conversation he was currently in and shoving his way to Darcy and Thor. "Seriously? What was the score?"

"Twenty-one, eighteen," she smirked triumphantly, holding out her hand.

Clint exasperatedly pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and began counting out bills. "Goddammit." Obligated by his honor, he handed her what he owed her and grimaced.

"Cheer up, Hawk," Darcy mused, "you can try to win it back in a drinking contest. What do you say big guy-" she turned to Thor "-you want in on this?"

With a smirk, the God of Thunder replied, "What's the wager?"

Darcy turned to Clint and shrugged. "Fourty?"

"Let's make this interesting," he scoffed back. "Fifty."

"Steep," she nodded, "I'm in."

"I am as well," Thor chimed in with a grin.

"What about Natasha? We could do this on teams." Darcy suggested, liking her odds.

Last time in a contest of his sort, she had beaten Clint but only barely. But with Thor on her team, she would win by a landslide. Just look at the guy! And the fifty extra dollars sounded real nice to the girl who had just lost her favorite iPod in her English classroom- the chances of seeing that device again were slim and none.

Clint just smirked to himself. "I think she would be interested."

Thor Odinson watched as the fiery Russian downed her fourth shot in a row with his eyebrows knitted together as he studied her, completely astonished that he was losing- and to a girl for that matter!

"Yeah 'Tasha!" Clint hooted from her side, slamming his palm on the counter as she simultaneously slammed down the last shot glass and half-grinned victoriously.

Darcy's just shook her head, which she would admit probably wasn't the best idea based on the amount of alcohol she had already consumed. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, this isn't fair! Nobody told me you were a tank!"

Natasha just shrugged and held out her hand, "That's gonna cost you fifty dollars." The corners of her lips turned up when Clint added the "each" onto her sentence and Darcy jumped.

"Fifty each?! Hell no!" she exclaimed, stumbling back a step and Thor caught her before she toppled over. Sighing, her partner reached into his back pocket. When Darcy caught wind of this, she slapped his arm. "Thor, what are you doing?"

"The lady earned it," he conceded. When she frowned, he prodded her with his elbow lightly. "Oh come on, Darcy. A deal's a deal. T'was your idea to have her join in the first place."

"Oh, shut up," she stuck her tongue out. But after an almost puppydog like look from the football star, she rolled her eyes and dug into her jeans. "Fine." She handed back the thirty dollars she had obtained from Clint only an hour earlier along with an extra twenty. Goodbye new iPod, and goodbye to those thirty new songs she had just downloaded, ugh.

"Ah hah!" Clint, who also had a fair amount to drink, exclaimed as the money fell into his hand and playfully nudged his partner's shoulder. "Romanoff, I could kiss you!"

At that, the three others quirked an eyebrow, none more surprised than Natasha. But before she could open her mouth, realization of the words that had just passed his lips hit Clint and he began to back pedal like there was no tomorrow.

"Not that I would!" he quickly blurted out, which only made matters worse when he saw her wince ever so slightly. "I mean, I would love to but- no wait, what I mean- I'm not- I don't- I-" He slapped his hands over his face and ran his fingers up through his hair. Luckily, the house was dark enough so his companions couldn't see the redness that was surely rushing to his cheeks. "I think I've had enough to drink."

Natasha was having difficulty keeping a straight face at this point and covered her mouth with her hand. After a moment, she stood up with the light remnants of a smile across her face, resting a hand by his neck to push him towards the exit. "I think it's time to take you home." She turned to her friends/drinking opponents and inclined her head. "Thanks for the game. If you see Stark, tell him we had fun. See you Monday."

Clint was barely able to mutter his "Adios amigos" before being ushered out by his best friend. When they were well out of earshot, Darcy glanced up at Thor.

"How long do you think until they start dating?"

Thor bellowed a laugh, "Before a minute ago, I thought they already were."

"Ten bucks says a month."

"Twenty says two weeks."

Darcy nodded with a smug grin and extended her hand. "You're on, Odinson."

The party was beginning to disperse; teenagers at every level of sobriety were wandering away from Stark Mansion as the clock struck the magical time of midnight. Thor was searching the back lawn in search of his brother, walking with only the slightest tilt after the numerous amount of beers he had consumed after the bout against Natasha, when he received a text from none other than Loki. Apparently he had left the party hours ago, thinking it to be dull and quite utter nonsense, or so the text read. With a huff, the blonde Odinson ended his hunt and promptly spun on his heels.

"Iron Man," he called to his host as he met up with him on his way to the driveway. "I enjoyed myself very much tonight, thank you."

"Thanks, Thunderer. Stop by anytime you want big guy. You're always welcomed at Stark residence." Tony smiled genuinely before saying his goodbyes and disappearing into the house.

Thor rounded the edge of the mansion, he came across a couple tucked away in a dimly lit back corner. Not wanting to intrude, he kept his eyes down as he strolled towards the front of the house. But as he passed by the two, it became apparent that something was not entirely right with the situation.

"Don, Donald stop," the brunette girl struggled to push the boy she addressed as "Donald" away from her body. "Look I said stop."

"Oh come on," Donald slurred loudly, pressing his face closer to hers and the brunette turned her head in disgust.

"Seriously Donald, you're drunk. Just stop," she objected firmly, shoving him away with more force. But it seemed her protest only made Donald more insistent.

"Foster-"

"I. Said. Stop."

And then Donald was on the ground, spitting profanities as he rolled on the lush grass in what Thor could only assume was an amazing amount of pain. The brunette glowered down at the drunken boy, her voice interestingly calm as she informed him that their relationship had reached its end. And before a coherent sentence stating otherwise could be spoken by the drunk, the brunette he called "Foster" was on the move, her hair whipping around her shoulders as she strode away.

Foster... Foster... The name sounded familiar to Thor. But why? He tried to put a face to the name but his attempts were futile. The slightly buzzed football star raised an eyebrow in her direction, followed by an admirable nod in her favor. Even though the name was lost on him, whoever this "Foster" was, she was not some damsel in need of rescue.

He would have been content to go on about his business and to not have thought of the girl or the situation again. But when Donald stumbled to his feet and stormed after the girl, his fists balled at his sides with malice, Thor knew things had escalated to a dangerous level. Just before the drunken teenager reached his now ex-girlfriend, a strong hand appeared on his shoulder.

"Excuse me," Thor boomed, catching the attention of both the boy and the girl, who was only ten yards away by that time. "She has made it very clear that-"

A wild right hook swung around to meet his jaw, catching him by surprise into staggering back a step. A gasp came from the girl when she watched the fist connected and instinctively moved towards the man defending her. Thor put up a finger to pause her, chuckling to himself as he straightened his back.

"-she would like to be left alone," he continued as if he had never been struck, still lightly chuckling.

"Stay outta this, Odinson!" Donald shouted back with a snarl while poorly attempting to reel in the shock of Thor's terrific stature towering over him like the fabled Zeus.

"I do not think that is possible now," he replied with a smirk, peering down at the boy he was surprised was even standing, let alone throwing punches with precision.

Donald growled and, through poor decision making skills brought on by his current blood-alcohol level, pulled back his fist again, only to have the attack deflected effortlessly by Thor's elbow followed by a swift uppercut to his stomach. Once again on the ground, the drunken teenager elected to remain there withering in pain. With an eye roll, Thor stepped over the crumpled figure and sauntered over to the brunette girl with her mouth hanging wide open, her eyes darting back between her ex and the blonde.

"I- uh- a-are you okay?" she stuttered as she held her head, trying to comprehend what had just happen.

Thor smiled and nodded. "I assure you I am fine. I did not mean to startle you."

"Oh, no!" she laughed somewhat hysterically, scratching at her hair line. "That was- uh, yeah that was good. Thanks."

"Are you sure you're alright?" he eyed her with concern.

"Yeah, yes, I'm fine," she nodded, but he was not fully convinced. Then she shook her head with an amused hmpf before smiling as she jutted out her hand, "Jane Foster, by the way."

"Thor Odinson," he countered with a smile to match, heartily accepting her gesture. Jane Foster. A name constantly called upon in Physics class daily- it's a wonder he did not connect it sooner. But it was only now that he first saw her face; a brilliant mind with beauty and spirt to match, he thought.

"I know who you are," she bit her lip and glanced down at her feet. Their hands were still clasped even though the hand shake had ended.

"Oh," he chuckled once sheepishly, clawing at his well kept beard. After a silent moment, he spoke again. "Would you like me to, er, drive you home?"

"I have a car, here, actually, so," she pulled her hand from his quickly and pointed behind her to the front of the house before pushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Ah, right," it was his turn to drop his eyes to the ground, "May I escort you to your car then? Just to he safe, if you don't mind."

"Sure!" she exclaimed with little too much enthusiasm and he grinned that lopsided grin that nearly left her speechless when she tried to correct herself. "I mean... yeah, I don't see why not."

"Very well," he inclined his head and fell in step with her as they made their way together to the driveway.

"Well finally!" they heard a voice call over impatiently. Darcy sat with her legs crossed on the hood of Jane's vehicle, which could only be best described as a van one might find sitting outside of a junkyard. "What took you so long Foster? And hey Thor, you find your brother?"

"I had to take care of something," Jane shrugged at the same time Thor shook his head "No he had left earlier."

Darcy just stared blankly at the pair advancing toward her, blinking a couple of times before shrugging."'Kay, well I'm about to pass out so let's get this show on the road!"

Once they had reached her vehicle, Thor, ever the gentlemen, open Jane's door for her, to which she heightened an eyebrow."Thanks," she looked at him skeptically, stepping into the drivers seat. Key in the ignition, she cranked down the window and turned to her new friend. "So, uh, see you Monday."

"Uh, yes, Monday," Thor nodded to her. Jane returned the nod with a smile as Darcy poked her head from behind hers and shouted "See ya, Odinson" before pulling away onto the unlit road. Monday, both Jane and Thor thought pleasantly as they went their separate ways, both eagerly awaiting that universally dreaded first day of the week.

"So...Taking care of stuff, eh?" Darcy inquired with a wink and Jane snorted.

"Not what you think, Darce."

"Whatever. Thor's a cool kid. I approve." Jane rolled her eyes, fighting to keep the smile that was building up from erupting onto her face as the two girls sped down the street and into the rest of their weekend.

Thor, Jane, Loki, Darcy, Clint, Natasha- that was quite a party! Whenever I write for Thor, I tend to start narrating in his voice so that's why this chapter might differ slightly from the others.

Anyway I just wanted to thank you for continuing to read this story even with my less than consistent updating. The next chapter should be up *soon*. I have an idea about where this story is headed but for now it's just off the top of my head, which is also what I'm doing with my other fic "A Baby Hawk in the Nest" so the creative process is a bit demanding.

Let me know what you thought!

(P.s. Since someone raised the question earlier, I thought it would be funny to have their rival school be Gotham High to play off the rivalry of Marvel and DC)