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You really hate the principle. Really really hate him. Mr. Nick Fury is the toughest one you've had so far, for this being your sixth school in five months.

You have a bad tendency to pick fights, get into the bad crowds, yell at some teachers.

And Nick Fury, the only principle to catch you while breaking out of detention, had sat you down in his office and made you wait for two hours with only him in the room while he played his horrible music.

So the moment you were let out, you ran to the nearest store that sells spray paint and bought a few cans.

You're in the middle of spraying Nick McFlurry onto the side of his car when feet stop next to you.

"Nick McFlurry," Looking up, Loki Laufeyson squints at the writing. "I don't get it."

Shaking the can, you add I McHate Hate You below it. "What, you've never been to McDonald's before?"

He shrugs, holds out his hand, and you toss his the can. "Take me there and I will not report you."

You snort, dusting off his knees as you stand. "Report me? You're helping me."

He finishes coloring in the headlights, moving onto his mirrors. "No, I'm not. I am currently at home, studying in my room."

Rolling your eyes, you snatch the can out of his hand and shove it into your backpack. "Okay, yeah, sure. I'll take you to McDonald's. Let's go before the security guard comes around."
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"This is.." Loki seats down the McFlurry, grinning. "Delicious!"

Laughing, you take a sip of your own drink and nod. "Honestly, how could you go your whole life without trying McDonald's?"

His smile flattens out as he picks up the cup. "My father. He's very.. picky about everything. I cannot do anything without his permission or I will be thrown out of the house."

You raise an eyebrow. "Picky, huh? Sounds like someone I know."

He huffs. "I am nothing like my father."

"Okay, okay. Jeez, Mr. Grumpy pants."

"So," He leans closer, lowering his voice. "I know a great place where we can use up the rest of that paint."