Fandom High School

It was the last day of class and Loki was feeling appropriately melancholy. Okay, no he wasn't but he would, at least, miss teaching students about how much the human race can suck if you let it. Still, he thought he'd be seeing a few of them again so he wasn't too broken up.

"It's time for your final exam!" Loki said exuberantly, clapping his hands and looking smug. "I hope you all prepared because I spent all night typing it up and going over it. It's twenty essay questions, closed book, straight from the memory banks."

It was not.

"So, come up and pick up an exam," he said, gesturing to the thick stacks of paper beside him, "and get started."

Loki was sitting behind the desk at the front of the classroom, book open on his lap and focus on said book while the class filed in. It wasn't a good book but it was one of those train wrecks that you can't stop reading till you finished. Still, he did stick a bookmark in when it was time to teach.

"Today," Loki said, getting right into it, "we're going to talk about xenophobes. Some of you might know what that is, some of you might not. Basically, xenophobes are people who dislike or fear that which is different from themselves. It's a very broad subject and, most of the time, it's connotations are negative. When people often think about xenophobes, they think about those who fear or dislike other races. In this school, it might even be a fear or dislike of other species since race is almost a non issue on an island like this."

Well, he hoped it was a non issue but he wasn't going to get into that right yet. "Now, sometimes, xenophobia occurs directly due to something else happening in the person's life. For instance, if you went to war against a group of people that looked a certain way and witnessed atrocities no one should fucking witness, you might come back from that war and react unfavorably to anyone who resembles those you fought in that war. That's xenophobia that's related to PTSD. Xenophobia has and probably always will be present in the world in some of the most horrific ways. On the lowest levels, xenophobes can just discriminate and show extreme prejudice to the target of their xenophobia. On a larger level, genocide might even occur to completely expel the group the xenophobe does not like. It's a fucking awful practice but it's prevalent and it's probably never going to go away. And, unfortunately, it can't really be fucking helped either. You can try and educate people but it's never going to be full proof. It's just...the way the fucking world is."

Which was a sad thing. Loki sighed and shook his head. "For today's activity, I want you to share, if you'd like, some examples you've seen of xenophobia in your culture. There's a lot of different people in here and it'd be helpful to see if things like this differ or stay the same across various worlds."

The fog hadn't affected Loki in any other way than pissing him but that was enough for him. If radio had been right, things were going fucking pear shaped and he really didn't want to try and teach a class of rattled kids.

"We were going to talk about xenophobes today and we're still gonna do that but I'm gonna move it to next week when hopefully things here are a little fucking clearer," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not making this a movie day so you guys can do whatever the fuck you want. I'd advise against leaving right away because of the fucking fog but it's not like it's gonna get any better either. So, just use this as a class for what you will. I don't care, I'd just rather not teach when it looks like the fucking fog's gonna swallow the goddamn island."

With that, he took a seat and tried not to look grumpy.

Loki was looking pretty fucking relaxed, all sprawled out and lounging at the desk while the students filed in. The class today was easy so he had no reason to look anything but. Once everyone arrived and took their seats, Loki started talking.

( the talking goes under here! )

It hadn't escaped Loki that today was supposed to be a fucking midterm but he never liked to really cooperate with anything so why would he fall into that line now? Fuck it, they were going to keep chugging along. Besides, today was a juicy topic. Loki fucking loved when shit started getting real.

( where I LJ cut you to pieces! )

Loki looked positively gleeful as the students came in and took their seats. It would become evident why he was looking so excited shortly but, for now, he was just grinning like a smug motherfucker.

Once everyone was settled, he stood up and said, "Today we're going to talk about some of the suckiest fucking people in the world. People who are annoying."

( and we go on )

When the students began filing in, they'd find Loki behind his desk, feet up and magazine open on his lap. He stayed like that until the students settled before standing and getting started.

( preemptive cut tagging for babble! )

Perpetual lazy ass or not, Loki made damn sure not to be late for his first day of class. Wouldn't want the students they could push him around now even if it was the first class and destined to be a little easier than most other classes.

When the students piled in, Loki was leaning against the desk at the front of room, looking as smug as ever. Once they'd settled, he pushed away from the desk and started talking.

( even during the first class, Loki babbles )

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