Parties... something Loki barely had time for— they were loud, noisy, sweat induced hormonal teenagers just partying without any parental supervision in sight. It must seem weird for others to look at Loki when he tells them he doesn't do the “normal” things most teenagers his age do— after all he is more focused on his professional soccer career especially since he was a coach for PXG, he didn't have time to do stupid shit like that when he could be practicing for all sort of things with his teammates that drive him crazy...

Loki didn't know how his teammates did it, but now here he was on Halloween night, pushing past crowds of drunken teenagers whom were either drinking their livers dead or g̶r̶i̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ against each other like hormonal dogs— Loki sneered in disgust at the sight.. but only gave a mere roll of his eyes as he walked past.. The one thing Loki didn't expect was to be grabbed (practically yanked) and thrown into some dusty dark closet— all he could hear was muffled shouts to find somebody... He didn't under why that was needed.

“Just great— here I was trying to get out of this hormonal induced party just to be dragged and thrown into some dusty cramped closet..”

Loki would scoff to himself, before leaning against one of the walls of the closet...