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The Deck, Thursday Afternoon

It was a nice day, maybe even a little cooler than it had been in a while by the time the late afternoon had rolled around, and Evan didn't have any classes to worry about.

Or homework.

Or, really, much of anything. And, as much as he wanted to just hang out in his room and read in silence, he hadn't really done much getting out since coming to Fandom, either, and had decided that today was a good day to go outside, get some sun, and maybe meet a few people. And if he just so happened to bring a book with him to read while he was waiting for somebody to maybe come outside, well... that was him being productive, see?

Besides, he'd found a book in the library that was all about survivors' accounts of some horrible zombie outbreak, and it was pretty fascinating. He kept saying to himself, 'just one more,' and then moving on to the next chapter each time he finished one. After reaching one chapter in particular, he knew one thing for certain: He was never, ever going to try to escape to Canada.

[Open! I need some happy shiny goodtimes to counteract the fact that Marvel is already making life difficult for this kid.]

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"You are very grey," Loki informed the new boy as he carried Thorgi out onto the deck. Did he need to be carried? No. Did Loki do it anyway? Yes.

He also adjusted the little cape and helmet. BECAUSE IT WAS ADORABLE.

Evan blinked over the top of his book at the other kid. And then wrinkled his nose a little bit.

"And you've got a dog dressed up like an Avenger," he countered. So far as counterarguments went, it was... kind of weak. "... He's actually kind of cute."

Yeah, Evan wasn't so great at being contrary.

"He is not dressed as an Avenger," Loki countered, setting Thor down on the ground to trot over to the new person. While he did that, Loki was busy pulling out his phone to take pictures. Tumblr would adore this. "He is an Avenger."

Okay, Avenger-puppy was definitely getting headpats, and tummy rubs if he rolled over, because he was the stubbiest Avenger ever, yes he was, yes he waaas! And if Evan was grinning a bit as he set his book down to give those headpats, well, could anybody blame him?

"Have the Avengers started bringing home mascots, or is this really Thor?"

Because, look, it wasn't every day you got to rub an Avenger's tummy, either.

... And that made it kind of weird.

Well, belly rubs were so undignified--THOR, STOP THAT. NO LEG KICKING IN GLEE.

"It is mine brother Thor, yes." A beat. "I suppose we must be glad he isn't a frog..."

"Frogs aren't nearly awesome enough," Evan offered. "I mean... Thor."

There might have been a bit of fanboy in that statement, right there. Yep. Evan had a bit of a hero obsession, hidden under all that weird pale Poccyface.

"So... that would make you Loki?" He tilted his head at the other boy thoughtfully, still rubbing Thor's tummy because ohgodpuppygod, and smiled. "I'm Evan. Hi."

"I am. Hello, Evan!"

Evan considered Loki for a moment, and then leaned back and let Thor do his thing, sitting back on the chair he'd claimed.

"I didn't know Asgardians went to boarding school," he noted, thoughtfully. That Loki was a kid now wasn't really much of a surprise. That he was here, on the other hand... "What brings you here?"

Heeeeey. He was a reformed god of evil and mischief! Reformed.

Kind of.

"They do not. The rest remain in Asgard," Loki replied, taking another picture of Thor to tweet. "I am here because it was the will of my brother that I avoid the more--aggressive of our kinsmen."

Wonder why.

"Are you a mutant then?"

Hey, Evan was the last person who should be throwing stones at people who were well-known for being bad guys in a previous life!

"I am," he confirmed with a wry little smile. "And I'm here... kind of for the same reason, I guess. I mean, avoiding," Quire, "bullies, back at my last school."

Quire.

Loki smiled brightly at that. "Then I believe I shall like you, Evan."

God help the X-Men now.

And apologies in advance to Asgard, Oklahoma.

"And you're pretty cool yourself," Evan decided, returning that bright smile. "Have you been here long, Loki?"

"Since the winter," Loki replied, finally ceasing in his picture taking. "Mine brother much more recently. Though, I fear his version of Loki is less awesome than I."

"So he's one of those other-reality Thors, huh?" The things that came out of Evan's mouth, sometimes.

The things that came out of Evan's mouth in all seriousness, even.

"How different are things between your worlds, do you know?"

"We had not had much time to discuss such things before..." Thorgi.

"And you probably don't speak wiggly puppy, huh?"

But really, who did?

"I guess there'll be plenty of time to find out, though. He's teaching here for the summer, right?" Evan gave another little smile at the thought. "It must be kind of neat, having family here, even if he's not necessarily the same as the Thor you know."

"He is my brother regardless," Loki said after a moment of staring at Thor. And being stared back at. Though, possibly just for a treat. "Always."

"Family," Evan murmured, remembering, again, how long it had been since he'd heard from his parents. He sighed, and then doubled up his efforts to smile. "I was an only child, so I kind of have to admit that I don't entirely get what it's like having a brother around, but family, I understand. It's not always easy leaving them behind."

"Because you are grey?" Loki Laufeyson: King of tact.

Evan countered that tact with a smile that had gone a touch wry. Thanks for that, Loki.

"My family never seemed to notice," he replied with a little shrug. "Nobody back home ever even seemed to care. But when I left home and went to the Jean Grey School, a lot of people decided that I looked like someone else. Someone... not great. It was kind of jarring."

"Oh." SOUNDED FAMILIAR. "Who was it then?"

There was a short pause before Evan replied. He needed to chew his lip, gather his thoughts. And then he shrugged. There were already people around here who knew who he looked like. What was one more? Especially someone like Loki, who seemed to be in kind of a similar situation?

"He was called Apocalypse," he replied, trying not to mumble. His ma would be so disappointed in him if she found out that he'd taken to mumbling. "I don't know much about him, just what people keep saying and what I managed to open up on the Jean Grey School's villain database, but I guess he was... ancient. Thousands of years old, from Egypt, and he raised himself up to be something almost like a God and he was... He was about as villainous as anybody I could imagine."

And honestly, Evan sounded just a little traumatized just thinking about the things he'd read about the man.

"Ah." A beat. "What a coincidence. So was Loki. I believe we shall be the very best of friends."

"Have you had many problems here? I mean... about being who you are? Or... were?"

Or something?

"Nothing I cannot handle," Loki replied. "The Ares-son is persistent, but not vicious or cruel."

"Well, yeah, but you're not that Loki any more, right?" Evan took a frustrated breath, balling his hands into fists. "People shouldn't hold that against you. It's not like... like you can help it, any more than I can help who I look like. What matters is that you're good now."

Evan was still kind of new to this gig, Loki. Please bear with him.

Loki cocked his head to the side, scooping up Thor for the moment. "It is what matters, yes. They will believe whatever it is they wish and there is no way to dissuade them. But some will believe in you. And they are worth more than the others."

"It's just a matter of finding those people first." Evan scuffed one toe against the deck, frowning down at his feet before sighing and looking back up at Loki. "Is it easier here? Where people don't necessarily know about all of that other stuff?"

"Some know, some do not." Loki smiled again. "You may tell them to speak to my brother if you wish. He is an excellent protector."

Really, it didn't take much to get Evan smiling again, too.

"I can definitely see that," he decided, giving Thorgi a little 'hello' wave. "He looks like he's got a pedigree in 'loyal protector,' really."

"It is the hammer as well, I think." The smashy, smashy hammer. "Perhaps we should start a club!"

"A club," Evan laughed. "Really? What kind of club?"

The weetiny resurrected and reformed adorable gods club? Was that a thing?

Could that be a thing?

With Marvel... probably.

"For those dealing with the shadow of our predecessors."

Tony Stark could join.

"And what would we do?"

It would be a pretty epic club, no matter what they did, wouldn't it?

"Prove that we're better than people keep thinking? That we don't want to do terrible things?"

"We could also watch television. I am a fan of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker."

That was not at all what Evan had been expecting, and it startled a bit of a laugh out of him.

"I've never seen it," he admitted, still grinning a bit. "But I'm kind of bad at staying on top of what people are watching on TV and stuff. My uncle keeps getting disappointed when I don't recognize really old bands that he keeps talking about."

Who was Led Zeppelin supposed to be, anyway?

"That is why the internet is most helpful to learn these things!" Gods with Twitter accounts. Modern times.

Evan mostly used his Twitter account to tell the world how much he enjoyed lunch that day.

Because the world Needed To Know.

"I do use the internet," he assured Loki, grinning a little more. "But mostly I just get lost clicking random links on Wikipedia."

It was a dangerous, dangerous place.

Maybe that lunch was going to go evil. And take over the planet.

Could happen.

"I find myself enthralled with Tumblr. I aspire to one day be a reaction gif."

It probably wouldn't even be the first time that lunch has made the attempt, really.

"But what kind of reaction? A good one, a bad one? We could just film you eating popcorn, if you really want?"

He didn't know who Led Zep was. But he knew what a popcorn.gif was, damn right.

"I am uncertain at the moment. Something clever, for sure!" Not involving ping pong. Or horses.

What about horses playing ping pong?

"Well, we can set aside some time during our club meetings to think about it," Evan decided. Because if they were going to be a club of two, he was totally going to get gung-ho about planning club activities already. "And make sure we've always got a camera handy. My phone has one!"

And a good data plan! For when he wanted to have video calls with Uncle Cluster!

Technology was awesome.

StarkPhone all the way, baby!

"It will be epic."

"Way epic," Evan agreed with a little bounce in his seat. "We'll keep trying new gifs until you go viral."

Oh yeah. They were already well on the way to besties.

Fear, world. Fear.

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