You see right through me. Who: Heimdall (mr_white), Loki (no_name_face), Odin (_wanderer_), Thor (wheresmyhammer) What: Loki borrows something he maybe should have asked to borrow first. Norse boys aren't impressed. Where: Lawrenceville School. When: 1920s Warnings: A bloodied Trickster, eventually, and a dose of hilarity, perhaps.
You couldn't call him an ungrateful bastard - well, maybe you could, but that was a different line of discussion altogether - but even though Thor had done a lot for him in the past, that had admittedly been many centuries ago, and times were different now. He was in a whole new world now, and while he had a very good reason at the time for borrowing Thor's beloved little hammer, it seemed as if the thunder god got wind of it faster than Loki had hoped. He'd managed to get the hammer back after going through a whole lot of trouble, but it seemed impossible now to just go up to him, return it as if nothing had happened and walk away unscathed.
So he did the next best thing - 'borrowed' became 'stole'.
There was a cranky, fat old woman who came around the dormitory rooms, bullying the bullies and spanking naughty boys into their messy little beds, and dear old Agatha - wasn't she such a charm - had a nice office no one dared to set foot into. And in that office no one dared set foot into, she had a study table and a locked, unused, large bottom drawer.
All it took was Loki borrowing her face and excess fat for about five minutes, breaking into the office, locking the hammer away and darting back out before anyone noticed there were two old ladies patrolling the corridors of a boys' boarding school.
But as big as grand old America might have been, it was only a matter of time before the gang caught on to him, caught up to him, and he wasn't ready to give the hammer up just yet.