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[caffeinated_godling]

 Thor didn't understand why  he and Loki where sent here, he really didn't. Not even Loki fully understood, Mother and Father had disagreed on the choice to send them here to improve Asgard and Midgard relations. But he didn't see how the princes of Asgard living here could help that.

He missed his friends, and he is sure Loki did too, Father had forbade them from using any of their gifts while at school or in the face of those who where not in his confiance. He felt out of place and awkward here, and suddenly understood how Loki felt at times at home.

He had made a few friends and learned a few new skills and yes this place was full of adventures waiting to happen, and his guardian Son of  Coul... no Coulson was a good and honorable man, his leader Director Fury Thor took some issues with there was something about the adult that troubled both him and his brother. 


Another problem was this business of high school, he didn't truly enjoy it some of the classes where interesting and others where painful, Loki had always been the smart one, not that he was dim, he just had trouble focusing on such things when there where places to explore and new things to do.  

But he would do his father proud here. He would do Asgard proud... and keep an eye on his little brother. He parks his bike in the student lot and pulls off his helmet and heads inside. 

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[science_of_control]

He could not believe his free period, his independent study period was being sacrificed to this kind of stupidity. The one hour of the day where he could do something worthwhile instead of listening to teachers repeat the same drivel time and again because his classmates were completely idiotic. But no, the chem teacher also happened to be the baseball coach and somehow it was now Bruce's responsibility to drill some kind of knowledge into a godforsaken muscle-bound jock's thick skull. Just because they had the same free period... first thing in the morning. It was too damned early to deal with this.

"Great. Fucking perfect." He grumbled the words lowly to himself as he picked his way through the throng of students, trying not to get run over and, once again, cursing his stature and their stupidity. God could no one be bothered to just open the other damn door? When he finally caught sight of the abnormally tall teen (weren't steroids prohibited in high school sports?) he wasted no time darting around a few dozen people, shamelessly plowing on even after his backpack (which possibly weighed more than him) knocked into a cheerleader's obscenely expensive coffee drink.

"You." He snapped, already expecting the usual taunting and derision that he got from every other jock in this school. "Starting today you are spending first hour with me, in the student lab. Peterson's orders." The fact that he'd stalled traffic by stopping the blond to tell him this really didn't faze him in the slightest.

[caffeinated_godling]

Thor is standing in front of his locker pulling out his science texts when he hears the voice yelling at him he turns books in his arms and blinks a little at the older boy.

"I am aware I got his communication as well, it is why I am here." He offers him a smile. "I am Thor and you must be Bruce. Yes?" He had been having trouble in science it was true, but the concepts where different then those held in Asgard. There was no shame in having a tutor he had them at home.

[science_of_control]

Well at least the kid checked his messages which was more than he'd been expecting. "Yeah. Bruce Banner... look just... don't be late." His tone was still snappish but underlined with a thin layer of confusion. Really, why on earth was this guy being so accepting of it. The admittedly few times he'd gotten dragged into tutoring in the past had been a nightmare. Silly little boys that couldn't handle getting tutoring from someone at least two years younger than them.

Whatever, that was their problem and their ego.

But this cheerful and almost friendly smile has him off-balance. Just what the hell is that about? Oh well, it doesn't matter. He's just going to be spinning on his heel and attempting to vanish back into the crowd, determined to get at least ten minutes alone in the lab before he has to start reviewing basic chem with the ox.

[caffeinated_godling]

Thor follows after Bruce heading toward the student lab, Loki spent very much time there trying to figure out how things differed from Midgard to Asgard, Loki may have been the one to cause that small fire last week but Thor would not tell on his younger brother.

He made his way through the halls easily saying excuse me repeatedly at certain points. But he makes it to the lab and comes in and sets his backpack on one of the work benches along with his text books. "Thank you for helping me, Bruce." he grins again pulling out a note book from his bag.

[science_of_control]

"Okay lets get a few things straight." Bruce rounds on the other teen, expression intense and his small form somehow considerably more commanding here in this room where he was in his element. He tugged a pair of safety goggles out of a pocket in his backpack, the kind that looked more like sunglasses and less like goggles, leaving them folded and using them to point at Thor as if he were an unwelcome insect infestation... which he may as well have been.

"Don't thank me. I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart but because I have to. I owe Peterson and you're a charity case." Then Bruce was turning back around to where his backpack was laid out on the work bench in front of Thor's, still speaking but not deigning to look at the blond now. "I know your type, free period first thing in the morning... don't even think I'm going to let you sleep in and waltz in here whenever you damn well please. I am not putting my research on hold because you can't get your ass out of bed, you got me? It's bad enough someone blew up the last two weeks of my research because they couldn't pay attention to the log stating what was under the damn hood."

The pile of books and notebooks Bruce was dragging out of his backpack was actually rather impressive in size and in a matter of moment Bruce had shoved his bag onto an empty chair and flipped open at least three of them.

[caffeinated_godling]

Bruce pulls out a pair a band from his bag and ties his hair out of his face and gets out his own safety googles. "I do not sleep in in the mornings, I have to make sure my brother gets to school on time as well. Our gardian is a very busy man." Thor says with another smile.

"You seem to spend much time here, you may know my brother then. Loki?" He says opening up his note book and textbook. "Where shall we start?" He takes a seat at the lab bench.

[science_of_control]

"Heard the name, don't know him though." Possibly the most civil thing he's said to Thor thus far. But the question has him turning to look at the blond with a huff of annoyance.

"You're starting wherever you need to and I'll help you when you get stuck. I need to set a few things up first though." Because he hadn't expected to be doing tutoring, they'd pulled him off of it last year when his study buddy had almost broken his nose for giving him attitude. But Peterson always knew how to pull strings when it came to his precious team. "Just start with the homework since that's kinda the most important part, being due tomorrow, and I'll help you with any concepts you get stuck on."

[caffeinated_godling]

Thor nods and pulls out the assignment he had been working on the night before and pulls his notebook next to him, and starts to work on the assignment the questions with out the mathematical formals aren't the ones he gets stuck on so he manages to work around those, not sure if it is wise to call Bruce over for help.

After a bit he shoves the papers away and scrubs his hands along his face in frustation, mumbling to himself in something other then english.

[science_of_control]

Bruce is so wrapped up in what he's doing that he doesn't notice Thor's frustration until the blond speaks. Even then the only reason it's noteworthy is because Bruce doesn't understand it which, by default, make it intriguing.

"If you don't ask questions you'll never get answers." Why did so many men seem to think it was somehow emasculating to ask a damned question? The pursuit of knowledge was something to be respected not dismissed because it wasn't manly.

He sighs, dark eyes watching the clock carefully as he taps at a test tube, swirling the mixture firmly until the second hand lined up with the next minute and then he was swiftly immersing the tube in a beaker of boiling water on a hot plate. That done he finally turns back to actually look at Thor, glancing at the page of the book he's on but mostly watching the blond. "What are you having trouble with?"

[caffeinated_godling]

"I have not asked a question because I am unsure of how to phrase it." He says wondering what in all the 9 realms had put his classmate in such a bad mood. "I get stuck on the ones that envolve equations, but i get the equations mixed up or the numbers come out wrong." He says "Somethings just do not translate."

oh god my chem is probably all wrong but I vaguely recall this being a thing.

[science_of_control]

Life had him in a bad mood and that wasn't likely to change any time soon... certainly not in Thor's presence.

"It's really not that difficult if you know what to look for." Bruce moves to lean on the table next to Thor now, glancing up at the clock periodically but, if nothing else, welcoming the opportunity to talk about one of his favorite subjects. "The main thing to keep in mind is that it has to be balanced and the easiest way to do that, really, is to thing of each thing individually, even when it's part of a compound."

"I'll use a balanced one for an example since you need to know this one..." He tugs Thor's notebook closer, scribbling down an equation in pen beneath the blond's existing notes, his writing slanted and rushed but still legible.

NH₃(g) + H₂O(l) → NH₄OH(aq)

"A lot of people have trouble figuring out how everything adds up so, fuck it, scribble in Peterson's worksheets. Better making a mess of his tests than failing them, right?" He reaches over Thor, snatching the pencil out of his hand. and drawing lines between each element.

NH₃(g) + H₂|O(l) → NH₄|O|H(aq)

Then he was scribbling lines above each piece, linking them together with totals, one side above the original equation, one side below, just to make sure nothing ran into each other. "Makes it easier to determine what the heck you've got to work with if you can't just look at it and see the imbalance... make sense?"

[caffeinated_godling]

Thor frowns a little and looks it over and grumbles something in a long dead dialect, but he looks over what Bruce had shown him, and maybe unlike some of the others Bruce has tutored he's actually paying attention. "So it is a matter of matching the letters to each other, but what of the tiny numbers? 3 and 2 does not make four..." He says pinching the bridge of his nose.

[science_of_control]

Bruce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, dropping Thor's pencil and turning around abruptly. "Hold on." He snaps, returning his attention the the vial he'd been heating, carefully removing it adding a few more drops of another chemical and then settling it into a wire rack to cool.

Then back to Thor's homework. He snatches up his pen this time, scribbling out a few more equations, snapping the textbook open to the back cover where the periodic table is, and trying to explain about subscripts and superscripts.

His lesson is effectively derailed, however, when he flips to what he'd hoped would be a blank page of Thor's notebook to offer a few more examples and for the first time takes note of what is written in the notebook.

"What the fuck kind of language is this?" It looked more like runes or something. "Don't tell me you're secretly a bigger dork than me and this is some sort of D & D shit."

[caffeinated_godling]

"I am not so good at writing in english quickly as of yet. I can take my notes quicker in my native writing." He explains a flush creeping over his cheeks as he flips to a blank page in the note book. "I do not understand, what is D&D?" He says looking at the text book. "Also I do not feel you are a as you call it 'dork.'" He shrugs a little.

[science_of_control]

He never got his hopes up when he started tutoring any dumb jock types but this was just a whole new level of clueless. Bruce just stares at Thor for a long moment. Did this guy really just try to claim that Bruce was not a dork?

He shook his head, ignoring it for now, not even sure how to respond to that.

"Native language?" Bruce repeated, reaching for that notebook again. "I know I'm not a linguistics or even history kind of guy but... the only languages that used these characters are long dead."

[caffeinated_godling]

"They are long dead here perhaps, but not where I am from." He smiles a little and runs his finger along the text explaining the little numbers his nose scrunching a little. Some of it is starting to make a little sense but he's going to need help to be ready for the test in two weeks. "English and well this" he says tapping his note book "are not all I speak. I just find english to be most difficult in it's written form. Well writing it, reading is no problem." He chuckles a little pushing a hand through his hair.

He looks over the numbers again, "So the subscripts are the numbers..." He says asking a few more questions and scribbling notes in english on the work sheet, where his writing is a little slower, and in his not book in runes. For a guy who is having trouble understand Chem he can fly through 'dead langues'.

[science_of_control]

The next time Thor touched his hair Bruce thought he might just have to hit him. If he didn't know better he'd think it was genuinely a nervous habit but it was far more likely that it was something the blond had made into a habit in an attempt to be charming. Of course big guy with gorgeous air that he just has to draw attention to would make all the girls swoon. Pathetic. But dammit if it wasn't ever so slightly distracting because the asshole really did have beautiful hair.

One more reason to hate him.

"Y'know avoiding writing in it isn't going to make it any easier." It's snappish and sarcastic and uncalled for but it makes Bruce feel better so he makes no effort to apologize. He is trying to get a better look at the runes scrawled across Thor's notebook though, determined to look it up later and verify whether or not any of it was still in use.

[caffeinated_godling]

Thor frowns a little looking at Bruce for a moment. "I know that, and my brother and I practice with our gardian at home. But when I need to write things quickly..." He shrugs working through another equation an showing it to Bruce. "Yes? No?"

[science_of_control]

He just rolls his eyes. If he wanted to make excuses that was his business.

While Thor does the next equation Bruce only watches half-heartedly, snatching one of his own notebooks from his table and making notes in it. Notes in English.

Though from the quality of his handwriting some people might argue that.

When Thor slides another one over for him to look at it Bruce can't help smiling a little, just a small wry quirk of his lips. "There you go. Now just keep working, I've gotta start cleaning up." And there's a sigh and a grumble that follows it because he'd wanted to get more done today but... well, at least he had something to show for the morning.

[caffeinated_godling]

Thor gives Bruce a smile and takes his note book back and starts working on the next set, he still needs the help but at lest he figured something out today. Tomorrow maybe another story but at lest today was going well. After a few moments he closes the note book and puts it in his backpack.


"I must head to Econ and Global Polotics now, thank you for you help. I shall see you tomorrow?" He grins a little. "Or perhaps at lunch?"

[science_of_control]

"Tomorrow." He snaps, sounding rather annoyed that Thor would even suggest something as ridiculous as sitting together at lunch. Bruce had absolutely no desire to invite more harassment by being seen with one of the stupid jock types that he was certain Thor hung around with.

Lunch with the guys that tried to break his nose on a weekly basis. Yeah, no, think not.

"Remember what I said. Don't be late." And then he was turning his back on Thor, trying to wrap up his own work as quickly as possible before the period was officially over.

[caffeinated_godling]

"I will be on time, unless loki proves difficult in the morning." Thor laughs a little, "He can be quiet tedious to deal with in the mornings. But it shouldn't a problem." He gives Bruce a warm smile before pulling his backpack on and leaving the lab.