Author's Note: Hey everyone, in case you didn't notice this is my newest project! I have planned out for there to be at least 7 chapter, but there could be more after that as well. This is the first cross over I have written, so be easy on me; and I know that this isn't even a relevant pairing anymore, but I'm real slow with things and just discovered them. This is what happens when you wait approximately forever to try new things. Time leaves you behind.
It's called longest ride because right now I'm reading the book with the same title and my writing tends to be mused from whatever I'm reading. I'd like to thank the book for being an excellent muse. Though it doesn't follow the story line or anything like that, because my mind derails and does crazy things while I'm in creative moods.
Like many great things in his life; it had started at the pet store for Anders, or a least this time it was on the way to the pet store. He was used to charming beauties into his bed every night and swinging different people to his will in the days. That was why he liked he fish so much; they never seemed to care what he said and would just continue on like they hadn't heard him. They depended on him for their lives though, and that was a nice responsibility. Okay, so maybe he was just one his way to the local pet store that for some reason was 24/7, like they needed to be open all the time because there might be a drunk person in at 3 am who wanted a puppy. That was actually a great idea and it happened far more often than the town citizens wanted to admit.
Had he mentioned the rain yet? It had been coming down in absolute buckets, and Anders was smart enough to know that he should stay home. The fish were out of food though and he had noticed it yesterday but had had a girl over and forgot about it again. How long could fish go without being fed anyways? This was practically his family whom were starving to death while he stayed in to not get a little bit wet.
Not on his watch, Anders had thought as he put a jacket on that the rain outside wouldn't ruin, and paraded to his car like some kind of jackass hero. Take the highway, it'll be faster; his brilliant Bragi seducing mind had supplied him with. He had stupidly listened to himself, Mike still reminded him about once a month that Bragi while having a way with words and being great at poetry, always managed to give shit advice.
Mike hadn't reminded him for a while though, so Anders was going to have to blame Mike for the fact that his car flew into a ditch after hitting a patch of drenched ice. It was spring and hadn't snowed for weeks now, he hadn't even thought about there still being ice. Perhaps the other people of the world had though, because that would account for the fact that once he was upside down in that ditch; out cold for god knows how long, no one was there to help him. No one had probably even drove by in the entire time he was out, and by the way the seat belt that was digging into his had put his legs to sleep, that had probably been awhile.
Everything was dark and Anders could hear the rain pounding all around him, even with the great amount of ringing in his ears. He almost wished someone was with him so he could complain about how much his head hurt. It wasn't quite as fun to complain to himself, and most people frowned upon him doing so. Anders thought that perhaps his head was dripping, blood or something of the like; not a good sign at all.
Then there was a small light and hurried footsteps, which was kind of strange because he hadn't seen or heard a car. Had someone been out walking in this weather? He hadn't of been able to see the road while drive, let alone a person waking. Stupid people should just stay inside when the weather got bad. He should really take his own damn advice.
A strong looking arm was reaching his upside down form, opening the door as it went and making careful movements to wrap around him. A different strong accent was speaking to him, but he just could not seem to focus on the words. Next thing he knew, Anders was being lifted out of the car and into the terrible, wet and pounding rain. He nearly struggled because being in the car hanging upside down had hurt his head less than this. He was not meant to be carried like some kind of princess.
Strong arms didn't let him go; in fact they hugged him close to a cold body, supporting his weight, and he was almost shielded from the weather. He was now more than a little bit uncomfortable about his situation though, as he was pressed fully against a strong man. A taller man, with curls; but that was really all Anders could tell in this darkness. This man could be a murderer or something, but Anders head hurt so bad and strong arms wouldn't loosen up even when he pushed against them. Maybe that was for the best though, Anders was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to stand alone right then and there.
He was practically carried like that, to another car. Anders truly wanted to put up more of a fight, but everything was blurry and he was starting to think it wasn't the rain. The stranger belted him in and then was starting up the by the sounds of it piece of shit car. He whimpered at the loud noise and vibrations from it. It was strange to feel the stranger shush him and run a hand there his hair soothingly. Anders ended up closing his eyes, he didn't want to be awake if this guy was burying him in the woods somewhere anyway.
That hand while cold felt nice anyway and for some reason Bragi's voice in his head was quite. The God had practically been screaming at him before the stranger had shown up too, and that just made it all the more strange. Like this stranger even made Bragi feel comforted; one whom was never relaxed or quite. Bragi made him practically want to vibrate out of his skin at times; run this morning, sleep with those woman, convince that guy to paint if car violet.
He slept then, hurt and confused, heading he didn't know where, with he had no idea who. Later he had felt weightless, lifted and hauled up stairs that he didn't recognized either. Anders would have panicked if he hadn't been more than half a sleep and hurt. He should have panicked anyway, if for nothing but the fact that he knew that this man was speaking to him and he couldn't understand a word.
Though strong, large and mysterious arms carried him all the way to a bed, which was where he was stripped of his wet clothes and bandages were done up to cover his head wound. Hands that we're gentle yet large and steady, ran their way up and down the length of his boxer clad body, checking for more injuries. He had first tried to swat those pulling hands away, not wanting to be naked, but in his half dead tired and injured state quickly gave up. Whatever, if he was to be naked, or nearly naked then so be it. As long as there was no sex tonight, because he was much too tired for that.
He had never felt so safe in his life, and apparently all it took was nearly dying. So there he lay, tucked into a strangers bed with a head injury that made him not want to move ever. Things could worse, because at the end of the day he could still be upside down in his car, but something remained oddly off putting about the situation. He would have to think about it in the morning though, because he couldn't seem to focus on anything.
All Anders mind could come up with as it was shutting itself down to sleep off the pain was that his fish better not starve to death because of this detour.