Here is my Thorki drabble! I am currently easing my way back into writing fan fiction, so I had this idea on my mind and typed it up!

Thorki

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"Target sighted." Loki whispered into his mobile, staring at the large blond man from across the field.

"Good, now get this mission started and don't fuck it up." Loki hissed at the high volume of the small chip in his ear glaring at the ground and slapped his right hand over his ear, wincing at the contact. Damn it, that was loud. Loki thought as he turned down the volume and placed his mobile in the safety clip on his hip. Always with the words of encouragement.

Rolling his eyes and standing, Loki eyed his target once more before groaning straightening his clothes. Why did I ever agree to doing this mission… He thought, looking down at his current attire- black spandex shorts that went down to about mid-thigh, a grey tank top and Nike running shoes. Loki groaned again, putting his hair into a small pony tail at the top of his neck and doing a few stretches before jogging off in the direction of his target.

Taking a few laps around the field, keeping the target in his line of sight, Loki started calculating how he was supposed to get this man's attention. He's playing soccer, so if I time it right….. I can- Loki's though was interrupted by the ground his face was just smashed into.

"Oh! My apologies, the ball had gotten away from me, are you alright?" Slightly shaken, Loki looked up to see the gorgeous blond headed man standing over him, a hand held out silently asking if he needed help. WHAT IN THE HELL! WHO DOES THIS MAN- OH! I see… Just registering that he had tripped over the soccer ball and that this could be the only chance that he has to get close to his target, Loki decided to milk this situation.

"Owwww!" He yelled, reaching for his left ankle, scrunching his face up in a fake expression of pain. Slapping away the hand that was held out for him, Loki attempted to get up, groaning fake sounds of pain.

"Here let me help you." The blond man said placing an arm around Loki's shoulder's only to be pushed away.

"I do not need help from the person who caused the pain in my ankle." He replied, glaring at the apologetic look on his targets face. His features were actually quite handsome; his chiseled jaw covered in short hair, matching the color of his scalp, his bright beautiful blue eyes were filled will concern.

"I am truly sorry, let me show prove it by helping you get your ankle looked at. I feel really bad." The man said, staring right through Loki's eyes into his soul. Quit staring Loki! This man is your target and you need to get close to him, pull yourself together and get working!" Loki shook his head, clearing his thoughts, reaching out for his target, indicating that he accepted his offer.

"Alright." Loki replied, the fake pain placed on his face again as his target pulled him up, placing an arm around his shoulders, motioning for Loki to do the same; he does, placing his weight against the large man. "I think that the field office has ice." Loki says as they start to hobble in that direction. "I'm Loki, by the way."

"My name is Thor."

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