We bring to you the very first chapter of the glorious giant crossover fic that will be known as "Wingmen"

A glorious tale about two rather different men meeting in a absinth-bar in Berlin and things progress from there… Loki and Lestat as each others wingman!

Rated M, Lost of dirty slash with many wonderful characters from all your favorite fandoms! (feel free to come with suggestions to us!)

English is not our spoken language so please note us nicely is you see any embarrassing gramma mistakes. Thank you!

Disclaim: nothing belongs to us except the silly plot!

The sun was going down and bathed eastern Berlin in its marvelous colors. A young man with golden curls and slightly purple eyes was slowly sucking on a cigarette outside a bar with a green jugendstyle fairy on the sign. He looked a slightly hangover and a little bored. The metro just in front of him was making an awful lot of noise and he frowned at it. It was a way too noisy Sunday evening for his taste. He had been busy all week rehearsing for an avant-garde play in a little theatre just a few blocks away. God he was exhausted. And the rest of the weekend. He had gone hard both Friday and Saturday with his fellow actors. He had done that since he moved from the little suburban town in France. His brain cells were dying. Really, dying big time! He sighed and threw the bud on the ground and stepped on it. Damn he needed a good shag. He looked down the street and saw a tall man with short, slicked back, black hair and dressed in a nice looking black and green suit walking towards him. Their shoulders brushed lightly against each other, as the dark haired man passed him and entered the bar.

Loki entered the dim lighted bar and looked around and then made his way to the bar. His green eyes swept over the menu of drinks slowly. A tired sigh came out of his lips, Thor had given him one hell of a long talk about family values and humanity earlier and he was tired of hearing it almost every day. His brother had never had any children, never been looked down upon or shunned for practicing magic instead of fighting. How the Allfather could banish his own grandchildren and make them just appear as mindless beasts was beyond Loki's understanding, but then again he was just another stolen relic he thought bitterly.
The blonde smoker, from outside, walked back in and up to the bar. The bartender smiled friendly.

"You just keep going, Lestat. What do you desire? The usual?"

"No… no! Oh god no! Just give me a reparation beer!" the blonde whimpered. He then turned around to get a look on the black-haired man beside him. He looked as if he had a headache twice as bad as Lestat's.

"Wow dude. You look like you are dying or something," he murmured.

"I'm sorry?" He turned to Lestat with an irritated glare on his face. The bartender turned to Loki and asked: "What will it be good sir?" a gentle smile on his face.

"A white Russian" he said without taking his eyes away from the blonde. Lestat stared back with wonder in his eyes.

"Dude?" But the guy just kept his starring contest.

"Are you all right?" A freaky smile slowly spread on the other man's face.
"
I apologies sir but I have had a very trying day. I did not mean any ill will towards you." Loki concluded in his mind that this young blonde in front of him was quite handsome and the man had done nothing wrong against him. It wouldn't hurt to be civil.

"I just came here to maybe drown my sorrows a little in alcohol," He said looking fabulous. Lestat quickly turned to the bartender.
"
Howl darling, make that beer to ten shots of the purest, and strongest urine from Satan you got!" The bartender, a beautiful, wizardish, blonde guy with emerald earrings, smiled softly.

"But binky boy, I thought you only needed a reparation beer tonight?"
"
Screw this! I'm going to get hammered anyways!" Howl, the bartender, laughed at started to pour absinth. It was an absinth bar after all. Lestat sat down beside the black haired guy and made himself comfortable.

"Hey, I'm Lestat. Why are you looking so down? You look like you have been riding on an Elephant in two weeks!"
Loki let out a lighthearted laugh "Oh if only I had" His laughter died down to a low chuckle
"
Then maybe I would be able to stand my horrid so-called brother" He stretched out his hand "I am Loki and tomorrow I will be burdened with a glorious hangover!" he smirked and Lestat smiled broadly, showing off his perfect white teeth.

The shots were put on the bar between them and Loki drowned his drink, getting ready to chuck down some horrible absinthe-shots

"Dude! How can you just swallow a White Russian like that?" Lestat asked with a surprised laugh.

"Where I am from, drinking is a very common pastime and if you couldn't hold your liquor you would be ridiculed…" Loki answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lestat downed a shot to keep up with the weird guy but had to make a face when the strong taste burned his tongue. Loki laughed.
"
Is it the first time drinking alcohol child?" Lestat lifted an eyebrow.

"Say… Is this a challenge?"

Loki lifted one of his elegant eyebrows, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Well then… Last man standing drinks for free?" He asked lifting a shot-glass in mock salute.

"You're on pretty-boy!" Lestat answered loudly. Howl grinned.

"This is gonna be good…" Lestat lifted a shot.

"Well cheers then!"

Ten shots later Lestat's head was buried in the toilet to the lovely sound of Lokis triumphing, evil laughter.
"
You could at least hold my hair!" Lestat whimpered in those few seconds the absinth and other fun stuff wasn't beaming out of his mouth.

"Yeah bitch! I'm the god of absinth! And now take it like the little puny mortal you are!"

"Fuck you! Bwaaaarrrhhhhddddd!"

Loki was unsteady on his legs as he leaned up against the bathroom walls a dreamy look in his eyes. a small giggle was bubbling in his throat. Howls soft steps came closer and suddenly he was standing in the bathroom door.

"You know, I am closing now. Can I count on you to take loverboy home?" he asked Loki.

"Well I guess anything else would just be rude now wouldn't it?" he giggled.

"Allright blondie! Lets take you home!" Loki said swinging his arms out as if he was proclaiming some big quest. Lestat nodded pathetic and wiped his face with the back of his hand, and they stumbled out of the bar and down the street. It wasn't even midnight yet.

"Soo your brother?" Lestat mumbled.

"A giant man with too much strength in his arms! Like seriously! He's so stupid that he once thought that he could defeat a 1000 frost giants alone! Boy that was a fun weekend! Even though I found out I was adopted... Ehehehehe!"Loki leaned against Lestat as he laughed. Lestat giggled as well his arm slung around Loki's shoulder.

"I know the feeling. My brothers are not really gods gift to humanity either. But you know... too much brain isn't good either. I had a lover like that once. He seriously couldn't understand a joke and was either reading or crying. Holy fuck! And he had a kid. And she hated me. Oh the drama!"

"Well at least your virginity wasn't taken by a giant fucking horse! I was disguised as a mare but I still couldn't walk properly for a month! AND!" He pointed a finger right at Lestat's face "I got pregnant!" He yelled out loud "And he got eight legs! EIGHT! Do you have any idea how much it hurt when he kicked!? Not to mention the birth itself was the most painful thing I've ever tried!" Loki was on a rant an Lestat could do nothing but support Loki's walk and listen with an amused smile on his lips "I... I gave birth to an eight legged horse!" He yelled taking a hold of Lestat's shirt.

"Your life is clearly more fuck'd than mine. And my life is pretty fuck'd! What are you anyways?"

"I am Loki! Of Asgard and I am burdened with glorious purpose! I am the god of mischief!" He almost growled the last sentence hanging on to Lestat's shirt collar.

"Average..." Lestat mumbled. Loki nodded. He then turned and walked up to a gothic building.

"Well It was nice meeting you. I live here." Lestat looked at him with big, wet eyes.

"I am too drunk to walk home by myself," he whispered.

"Then would you perhaps like to take one last drink with me?" Loki asked, an almost shy smile crept onto his lips.

"Sure. Sounds nice" Lestat smiled back walking closer to Loki, a blush forming on his cheeks. Loki choughed, his ears turning a light shade of pink.

"Well then. Lets get inside then" He turned and unlocked the door.

There was an awkward silence between them as they rode up the elevator. "I think Thor is at his girlfriend this night so we won't be disturbed..." Loki said casually, thankful in his mind what he wouldn't face Thor in this drunken stage and with an even more intoxicated man by his side. Lestat looked down with a smirk on his face. They walked to a door carved in dark wood and Loki unlocked it.

"So here we are. It's not like Asgard or something but it will do," Loki said. Lestat didn't answer. He had dropped his jaw all the way to the floor. The flat was exquisite. All the furniture was in the same dark, heavy wood as the door was made of, the curtains was made of green velvet and the floor was dressed in luxurious carpets with old viking patterns.

"Oh don't look so surprised" Loki chuckled.

"Surely you wouldn't expect anything but the finest things from me after our long talks at the bar." He said as he shrugged off his jacket and threw it over the back of a chair. "Please take off your shoes as well..." He said too, sitting down to undo his own. Lestat did as he was told. Loki tried to get up but ended up falling on his back onto the floor, giggling "Everything is spinning so wonderfully!" He said while trying to get up once again, Lestat offered his hand to Loki who took it with a smile.

Both men wobbling made their way to the kitchen and loki pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, filling them both up halfway. He then passed one of the glasses to Lestat who took it in his hands with a grin on his beautiful face.

After all the puking in the bar Lestat was more than ready to continue drinking and the wine sure disappeared fast. Loki then threw a bottle of some foul tasting liquor in his glass. It was apparently something called Mjød, a wiking speciality.

"Drink up my friend!" Loki yelled grinning "Drink 'till you drop! Just don't barf on my carpet!" He said followed closely by a slurred laugh: Ehehehehehehe!

Lestat's eyes were swimming in his head as he laughed with him, suddenly Loki caressed Lestats hair "It's so soft and nice." He slurred, his fingers lingered on Lestat's cheek. At that moment Lestats instincts had taken over his whole body, plus his gaydar had been beeping all night. So he threw himself at the god i an almost brutal kiss. Loki lost his balance and fell to the floor with the blonde on top of him.

Loki was taken by surprise but that did not stop him from returning the sloppy kiss with passion! Their tongues was now dancing a fierce dance for dominance, both of their faces flushed as Loki gripped Lestats shirt. Lestat retaliated by comping a hand through Loki's hair making him moan and press his body closer to Lestat's. There were already a rock hard erection. Loki flipped over so he was on top and continued to remove Lestats shirt. Lestat frowned.

"But I like being on top..." he whimpered.

"Oh suck it up! Your was my bitch from the beginning!" Loki said with a wink in his eyes. Lestat showed his hand down Lokis pants and the god couldn't hold back a moan.

"Now who was the bitch again?" Lestat laughed.

"Shutup!" Loki growled as he kissed Lestat with almost bruising strength, biting playfully in his lower lip. Loki's hand began to explore Lestat's body, running his hand up and down of his torso and then wandering down to caress his thighs. Lestat groaned loudly as Loki's one hand found its way to his raging erection.

"We should really move this to a bed" Lestat panted out against Loki. Loki saw that as his cue to jump up with Lestat in the bridal position and run of to the bedroom leaving a trace of clothes behind them. He threw the blonde on the bed and jumped on top again.

Lestat somehow had forgot that he hated being the one on the bottom and moaned loudly as Lokis finger made its way inside him. Loki captured Lestats lips in a passionate kiss once more and arched his back as one of Lestats hand made it's way around Loki's hard cock.

And it was then a loud yell erupted from the door to the room, which Loki had forgotten to close:
"
WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!"
It was... THOR!

Both men abruptly stopped what they were doing looking at the horrified big blonde in the door-opening, there was a few silent seconds and the Loki yanked a blanket over them while screaming at Thor: GET OUT VAGINAFACE!

Loki threw his bedside lamp against Thor who was running out into the livingroom, yelling: I'M TELLING DAD!Next morning a unsatisfied Loki with a major hangover woke up alone. The Thor incident had kind of killed the mood. Loki sighed. It was a shame though. He had come to like Lestat. He was fun. He took a hand to his forehead and lifted an eyebrow as he felt a lap of paper sticking to it. He tore it off and read the message written on it.Hey I just met you in this is crazy but meet me in the bar

tomorrow evening maybe?
xxxo Loki smiled.

Stay tuned for chapter 2!