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     Of course, after a single day of polishing podiums at city hall, Loki's plan to take over the world nearly halted in a fit of petulant rage before it had even begun. Sure, he could smile and schmooze and manipulate his way up the ladder, but from the very bottom, it would take ages, his entire mortal life in fact, if he even made it before the flimsy flesh had given out. What he needed, was a boost... which after some research he learned would come with a single piece of paper... a college degree. Schooling? In the mortal realm? Surely it couldn't be all that difficult...

     And so it was, that Loki, the adopted son of Odin discovered the University. the source of knowledge and learning on Midgard soil. The application posed no threat to his cunning plan, and after coaxing the gullible banking system for some money, a  feat he would do many times over the course of his college career, he enrolled for classes.

Semester 1: Quantitative Models in the Truth 201, A Communications Class activity that consisted of learning to broadcast over radio, buttering up the public with nothing but smoothness of delivery and clever propaganda, a lecture hall of course, and for the last class? A History of Slacking Off 201. He checked multiple times to make certain that was a required course. He hit the books like they had Thor's face on them.

     In his spare time however, Loki made a discovery that might have been even more important than his degree. He stumbled upon chemistry. In this, was a new kind of control over the mortal body and all it's functions. Rumored to even reverse the aging process if enough of the secrets were unlocked, a feat that not even the humans had mastered, Loki dove into its arts looking for the key that would return him to his former power.  

     Of course, that didn't always go as well as planned either.

Semester 2: The standard lecture and class activity with the radio broadcasts, plus the Research of Academics 302, something the mischief god was convinced was thrown onto his schedule just to screw with him, and what class would likely be the bane of his existence thus far, The Renaissance of Morals 302. Naturally this would just have to be an exercise in telling people what they want to hear... right?