Hi, guys! This is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it! The title is a song by Sugarcult. You should totally listen to it, it may make an appearance in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff. It all belongs to Marvel or Stan Lee or some corporate somebody.

Please review! I write better when I get feedback :)

Enjoy!

P.S. There will probably be FrostIron (Loki/Tony action) in the future. If you don't like, don't get too attached lol.

He looked up through an Adderalll-alcohol haze into dark eyes under furious eyebrows. Green eyes, if he remembered correctly. They made his spinning mind work faster. Shoving back the thick brown bangs that had flopped into his eyes when he fell, he pasted on his million-dollar, Stark Industries protege smile and directed it at the vicious, almost feral teen peering down at him.

"Hey, Frosty, wanna help me up? You know, since you're the one who put me down here on my ass?" He was proud that his words didn't slur. He was getting better at handling himself when he was inebriated.

"No." The simple, singular, lonely word sounded like it contained enough venom to kill a thousand men instead of it's one intended victim.

Muttering grumpily under his breath- because, as usual, the dark teen had a souring effect on his usual drugged up cheeriness- he stood to his feet and stretched. As per their almost bi-weekly routine, the tall, thin, green-eyed, feline teenager just watched him with one perfect black eyebrow arched in a way that was becoming almost endearing to Tony. Mostly, though, his racing mind was sprinting to the side of morbid curiosity. Sure, anything he wanted to know, he merely had to ask the boy's mountain of a brother, Thor. But, to be honest, Tony wasn't sure whether or not he should be scared of the blonde brute.

"Good day, Stark." The glacier- okay, he was more the size of an icicle- growled- could you be human for a moment, Tony wants your attention, dude- and started to walk away.

"Wait! I'll walk you." He grinned and strolled over to the rigid boy.

A lightning storm seemed to be erupting in Odinson's emerald eyes. "You'll do no such thing." He spit, venom sweeping through his enchanting voice. Tony couldn't help but think it was a shame he was so acerbic, he actually could've been a cool guy- not that he knew a damned thing about the nineteen year old college student.

"Aw, c'mon, Lo-Lo." The brown-haired teen whined.

Fact 1: Tony knew Loki hated his personal nickname for him.

"Oh my god. Stark, I don't like you." Yeah, because he couldn't tell that you'd been trying to stab him with your eyes, Loki.

"Really? But everyone just looooooves me, honeybun." Tony cooed, his alcohol-tainted blood getting the better of him, and winked. Yes, winked.

"Goodbye, Stark." The young man sounded defeated and exhausted.

"Bye, Lo-Lo." Tony murmured, watching the other, paler, taller, thinner, and possibly even more damaged young man stride across the campus grounds.

He shoved a hand back through his unruly brown locks. The kid was just too interesting for his own damn good, because Anthony Stark- genius, progeny, teenage millionaire, inventor, and physics, mechanics, and chemistry major, not to mention notorious ladies man- was not going anywhere until he found out every last detail there was to know about Loki Odinson.