The man reeked of magic.
A magic old and a magic dark and a magic feral. It was the type of magic that smelt like bad intentions and laughter. Even now as he watched the snow fall and he was without a blanket everything about him gave clear signal to his power. Yet, something kept him out in the cold. Something told him not to draw the power at his fingertips and conjure up himself a warm fire to bask in front of. Perhaps it was because he was tired. Maybe he was telling himself he needed to conserve his energy. Or maybe he just enjoyed the cold.
He was black haired and beautiful, and sharp looking and ever so slightly broken. He wore his long hair out and it framed his face in wavy, almost curling darkness. Green eyes looked out at the snow, intelligence sparking every now and then, gaining knowledge for things that the mortals would usually overlook. How they managed to think that knowledge only came from other humans was beyond him. Such fools, he supposed.
Silence enveloped him, careful and confident, a silence like no other. The silence of trickery and little misconceptions. His back lent on something that was not silent, but that barely fazed his barrier of eery quiet. The convenience store behind him, was still joyously singing, radio blaring, even in the early hours of the morning. This night was no exception. He saw no one on the streets, only him and the snow. A few hours before a slick black cat had decided to use him as a heat source on this cold night and he had no qualms with its doing so. He even took the courtesy of heating his fingertips that now rested between the stray cat's ears. His head leaning back, his eyes half lidded, like he was on the verge of sleep. And, yet he was awake. Nobody would dare attack him. Even the mortals knew to steer clear. They couldn't see his power, but they still could see his danger. It was so obvious that he was capable of a little more than he should of it was scary.
The cat looked up when another man sat down next to the black haired man. He looked nothing like the black haired man. He was blond to black. He was muscular to slender. He was red to green. The one trait they shared was their power. For a second they just sat their, basking in their own glorious magic, but then the slender man seemed to notice he was no longer watching the snow on his own. He turned, green eyes noticing blue irises already turned his way. He raised an eyebrow, but offered no words. The blond man smiled gently.
"Greetings" his voice was husky, his breath leaving temporary mark on the freezing air. White spoke evaporated in a second, the air crisp and clear once again. He looked friendly enough, if not a little soft. "May I sit with you?" He spoke very formally, but perhaps maybe he didn't. He spoke old, more like. The dark haired man nodded soundlessly and returned his dark emerald gaze to the softly falling snow. The blond man wondered what was so important that when he thought about it he had to shut himself off from the world. It was intriguing and he was intrigued. "What are you so ponderous about, if I might be so bold as to ask?" The black haired man thought that was a tremendously tedious thing to say considering that he could of simply asked 'what are you thinking?'. He showed the man his notebook, with his scrawled note.
People.
The man frowned a little, but then brightened.
"Any specific people?" He asked, curious bastard. Another note.
No.
The blond man frowned a little more, before smiling and leaning his head back contentedly.
"I've had a really god-awful day, you wouldn't believe" he laughed a little and he gained a small hum from the man, inviting him to continue if he so wished. "So this gentleman I work with has an excellent thing for pranks…" he continued, all about his day, occasionally gaining sniggers or perhaps even laughs from the man beside him. He was delighted by this. If he was lucky he would even get a note for a response. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this man didn't talk. The blond man was sure that he could speak he just… didn't want to.
"Where are you staying?" The blond man asked with a smile. Ah, the dark haired man thought, you think I'm homeless, don't you? The truth was he had a home. He had a nice little snug apartment, unfortunately he also had a sense of direction meant for villages, not cities. He had meant to only be going out for a walk and now he had accidentally taken up a residence in the snow. Still, he felt no need to tell the blond man of his abilities to be lost.
Don't know. Home.
The man frowned once again, his eye brows furrowing with well-deserved confusion and concern. The dark haired man's eyes returned gently to the snow that was beginning to fall a little harder. It disconcerted him that he didn't know where he was. It worried him, but he never let it show. To let it show would to be showing weakness and that was not something he found himself interested in.
"You mean the home? Like the homeless shelter?" The blond man looked surprised that he had admitted it, yet the dark haired shook his head frantically and looked remarkably offended. The blond man immediately felt bad.
At home. My home. Idiot.
"Please excuse my rudeness, I made an unjustified assumption and I sincerely apologise" The dark haired man had to admit that the blond man might have been just a little soft in the head, but he wasn't wrong to make the assumption. Still he obviously hadn't yet mastered the art of tact. What a git. The dark haired man huffed and scribbled another note.
I'm lost.
The dark haired man looked away, his pride slightly bruised from admitting it, but he was getting cold and he was tired and he wanted to go home to his nice warm bed. His cheeks glowed lightly with a pleasant little pink, shame at having to tell the blond man of his directional difficulties colouring his features. The blond man's smile widened and the dark haired man started to feel a little angry. Did he ever stop damn smiling?
The blond man patted him on the shoulder almost making him splutter. He obviously didn't know his own strength.
"Don't worry. Just tell me where you wish to be. The man of iron gave me a magical relic to find my way" His eyes sparkled as he brought out a small glowing block of metal. The dark haired man tapped his shoulder, shame turning to curiosity.
Do you mean a mobile phone?
The dark haired man had one himself and he found it most useful. He had been doubtful at first that he would be able to master the device, but soon he found it easy, then again it was always telling him what to do and he wasn't particularly fond of that. The blond man smiled again, his confused face falling and turning back into cheeriness that bordered on annoying.
"Yes, that is what the man of iron referred to it as" The blond man's sapphire eyes returned back down to the lighting brick and he seemed to be confusing him to no end. Soon the black haired man seemed to grow bored of waiting and he snatched the phone from the blond haired man's hands, his slender fingers making much better use of it. He quickly saw where the blond man was going wrong and corrected him, emerald eyes darting in an intelligent manner. He could feel the blond man's eyes on him, but he ignored them with ease. As far as he could tell that man was an idiot. An idiot wielding power that would rival his own, but an idiot none the less. He gave the phone back to the man with a small permanent frown. He scribbled another note.
I have no idea how to get there, but this is where I live.
He had typed in the address of his apartment into the search bar, but he still didn't even know where he was, so he had no way of getting there. Apparently the blond man hadn't thought of this, not that it surprised the slender man.
The blond man smiled widely when he saw the address.
"Oh" he exclaimed, much to the dark haired man's confusion. "We take residence in the same apartment block. It must be a miracle that we haven't seen each other before" He seemed god-awfully delighted to find out that they lived close together. What a mysterious turn of events. As luck would have it, the dark haired man supposed.
Would you mind telling me how to get there?
He wanted desperately to call the man an idiot, but he also wanted desperately to go home and sleep, so he thought it would be best to at least try to be nice. It was the unfortunate truth as shocking and tedious as it was. The blond man once again clapped the smaller man on the back and this time he did splutter uncomfortably. The cat let out a disgruntled yowl, yet the blond man seemed not to even notice her presence.
"Of course, let us go" He was so annoyingly jovial it was almost suffocating him, but still he accepted the man's hand when it was offered. They began to walk side by side, opposites in personality and in size. The blond man seemed to of risen from his melancholy, but the dark haired man was still sporting the same expression he always had. Annoyed and slightly bored. Of course, if you were observant you would see his eyes flickering and darting, taking in information and knowledge, making cross hatched assumptions and storing them in the back of his mind to prove them right at a later date. They walked in pleasant, but chilly silence. The brave and the intelligent.
The cat curled herself further into the dark haired man's arm, twisting to further access his artificially warm skin. She rubbed the top of her head under his chin to show her appreciation as sour and immature as it was. The cat looked like the man holding her. Clever and cunningly so.
Occasionally the larger blond man would look down at the man at his side and smile slightly. He figured vaguely that he was being creepy and tried to keep his eyes focused in front of him. It was difficult. The man beside him was too intriguing. He had spoken not a word, but the blond man still felt as though they had had a proper conversation. Questions swirled around him, but he didn't ask them. Even he could see that if the man didn't want to talk, he wasn't going to. He was simply one of those people that did exactly what he wanted whenever he wanted to. He was one of those people women called impossible. He was surprised to find himself so curious, he didn't know the man's name and he was already in the verge of wanting to know everything about him. How absurd. Still it had felt nice to tell someone about his day.
They finally came to stand at the foot of a tall glamorous building. It was one of the most expensive buildings in the city and it made almost every other look humble and small. Everything in sight was either white marble or satin. Elegant to the point of obnoxious. The dark haired man scowled at the building, his every movement showing his distaste.
Neither man looked like they belonged in this building. This was a building made for people in suits and ladies in gowns. Not long haired men in jeans. The dark haired man didn't even wear shoes, yet both of them resided here.
"Shall we enter?" The blond man asked, looking down upon his companion. The dark haired man wasn't short. Compared to most he was quite tall. It was simply that the blond man was essentially a tree with blond hair and a meagre amount of intelligence. Not that he put that intelligence to good use.
The dark haired man nodded coldly and bent down to let the cat out of his arms. It was then that the blond man may or may not of lent back a little and checked out his ass. Had checked out his ass he would of noticed that he had the butt of a god, then he would of pushed his gaze forward with pink cheeks and tried not to think about the fact he was checking out a voluntary mute he had only just met. And a MAN. He was shocked and ashamed.
They walked into the building, into the lobby, quiet and comfortable. They took the elevator up the the dark haired man's floor and the blond made a point of walking him to his door. They paused outside of the door labeled 116 and the dark man turned to look up at the blond man, wondering to himself want this buffoon wanted. He raised an eyebrow to prompt whatever he wanted to say.
The blond man, very pointedly held out his large hand.
"My name is Thor" hesitantly the dark haired man took his hand, uncertain. His grip was almost painful and he forced himself not to wince. When his hand was returned to him, he took out his notebook and scribbled note.
I am Loki.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Loki" the name sounded foreign on his tongue, but oddly beautiful. "I will see you around" with that the man now named Loki slipped into the apartment and the other man turned and walked down the corridor. His light brick began to buzz in his pocket. He drew it out as he walked and tapped the green button like the man of iron had told him to. He held it to his ear.
"Jane?" He asked the phone, half expecting it to not reply.
"God, Thor, where are you?" She sounded worried, but mostly annoyed.
"I doubt you would believe me if I told you" he answered, struggling to explain what had just happened.
"Well, no shit. I send you off to get beer and you never return"
author's notes:
Alright, that was fun. This is my first thorki fanfic and I think for a first chapter it turned out quite well. There well be more to come. Reviews, favourites and follows will be welcomed with open arms.
Much love,
Clementine