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Thor watched the people around him, standing only when Loki said they who-or-whatever had brought them all here had set up rooms for them. "Why is it always you?" The Mischief God said grumpily, almost to himself, and Thor tensed. He was roommates with Loki?! he groaned; this was very possibly the longest, most annoying day he had ever experienced. Great, he thought furiously,I will be sharing a room with someone who wants me dead. Who in Helhiem plans these damned dorms?! Almost as the thought went through his head, Loki's voice shattered the almost trance he had unintentionally put himself in."Thor! Look out!" He jumped slightly, startled at the sudden shout, and turned around just in time to see a thin flash of fire knock something off course. A jagged looking bit of metal, one even Thor didn't recognize.

Loki, the God of Mischief, one of those who wanted Thor's demise, had just saved his life. He stood there, completely stunned at this sudden turn of events. He owed Loki his life now, that much was certain. And the God of Thunder hated the thought of being indebted to anyone, much less his former, adopted brother. "Thanks," he growled, shifting his grip on Mjolnir, "Well we might as well find our room, Loki." It took some effort, but his voice lost some of the hatred, the cold fury he held for the god.