Summary: Loki is a deaf teacher, he has no kids and lives alone. Thor is anything but alone, he's the life of the party and a popular fitness trainer, he's constantly surrounded by women. Both their lives get turned inside out when Loki hits Thor with his car. Suddenly things get complicated and Loki realizes he's attracted the attention of a man he couldn't possibly love. Or could he?

a/n: I've had this idea in my head for a while. Not sure where it will go, if anywhere.

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He's not entirely late, but close to it. The clock ticks loudly from the wall, but he doesn't mind it as he wraps an emerald scarf around his neck, he doesn't hear it. From the kitchen the toaster dings, he slides his shoes on before pulling the toast from it, dropping it onto the counter and buttering it with swift strokes of the knife. It's all routine, simply knowing when things are done without the tell-tale sounds to alert him. Loki leads a quiet life, literally. Having lost his hearing nine years ago he's had to cope with the never ending silence. At first it seemed like an impossible task, maddening even, but as time went on he adapted to the loss, thriving despite the disability.

The clock keeps ticking and he turns, glaring at it, scowling some. Brushing a strand of raven hair away from his face he gathers his things, marked work, lesson plans, toast and heads for the door. Shutting it behind him he unlocks his car and sets his things down in the passenger seat. The car starts smoothly when he turns the key and it can feel it hum beneath him, no grinding or shuddering. Drawing the seatbelt across his chest he leans back and sighs, glancing at the clock. 8:58am stares back at him. He's definitely late. Putting the car into reverse he backs out of the driveway. For a second, just a fraction of a moment, he looks at the ugly house before him. He's renting it, cheap rent, one bedroom, pretty scummy, an apartment would probably be nicer but he doesn't mind. It's closer to the school and it's his own space, not like in an apartment where you could very well have people on all sides.

He looks at his rearview mirror, there's a flash of blonde and his car jerks as he hits something. He slams on the breaks, his heart pounding as he puts it into park and throws open his door. The world is eternally quiet for him but he can feel his pulse racing a for a second he remembers what it felt like to hear that sound, insistent thump in his ears, loud and unruly. He runs to the back of the car. He's hit a man, brawny, tall, long blonde hair.

"I'm so sorry- I, well - I didn't see you," he says in a rush, the man looks up at him and Loki flushes, embarrassed and unsure whether he had been yelling. He hopes not.

"It's okay," the man says and he keeps talking but his head turns, hair falling over his face as he picks himself off the ground, his words are lost to Loki. When finally his face reappears Loki catches the end word, "- okay?"

He shifts his weight, wrapping his arms around himself, he looks away then focuses back on the man.

"I'm sorry," he says, now he knows his voice is soft, perhaps too soft, "I can't hear you when you aren't facing me." The man stares at him, not registering what he's just said. "I'm deaf." He provides. "I lip read."

He's expected pity from the man, they always pity him, but instead the blonde breaks out into a big smile. "Oh, I'm sorry," he says, "I said you should be more careful next time, watch where you're going, okay?"

Loki nods in return then steps forward, reaching out to press slim fingers to the mans shoulder. "You aren't hurt are you, oh God," he breathes, "I'm so sorry, I'm late as it is, I wasn't paying attention, I just - this has never happened before.." He trails off pathetically, removing his hand from the mans shoulder. He steps back, stealing a glance at the clock in the car. His stomach clenches at the time. He's twenty minutes late. He sighs and looks to the blonde.

"Do you have a cell phone?" He asks. He needs to call and tell them he won't be in today, he's rattled.

"I do," comes the reply.

"Could I use it, I mean, could you call someone for me?" Being deaf and all, since he lost his hearing he's never owned a phone, not even those special ones that type out the conversation. Those types of luxuries are just too expensive and his income just enough for him to live off of.

"Of course, number?" Loki recites the number and the man phones. "What should I tell them?"

"The truth," he sighs, "I hit you, you're calling on my behalf, I won't be in today and I'm deeply sorry."

The man nods and relays the information to the lady on the other end. There are a few questions but soon enough the man is ending the call.

"There, all taken care of," he says another smile gracing his face. Loki tries to smile in return but it's more of a grimace, if the man notices he doesn't mention it. "So, you're name?" He asks suddenly.

"Loki," he murmurs and doesn't ask for the strangers name but is given it anyway.

"Beautiful," the man says, "my name is Thor."

Loki tries not to be entirely put off by Thor's comment, beautiful, but he manages a smile.

"Would you," Thor starts and turns his head, glancing at the road then turns back, "- dinner with me?"

Loki shifts, his fingers toying with the green scarf around his neck. "I'm sorry, you turned, I couldn't hear you, could you repeat yourself?"

Thor blinks, "Sorry, I forgot. I asked if maybe you would like to have dinner with me, maybe tonight. I feel bad, having ruined your day."

Loki stares at him. Shocked. Confused. He blinks, looks away then looks back. He bites his lip. "I - uh - I'm not -"

"Come on, you've got nothing to do, a whole day off," Thor says, "besides, I'd like to get to know the man who hit me."

Loki feels his heat heat in what is a extremely inappropriate reaction to Thor's words. He tucks a strand of raven hair behind his ear and shrugs. He feels trapped but this Thor is friendly, offering dinner when Loki is the one who hit him. Under the blondes intense blue gaze he caves.

"Alright," he says quietly.

"Good!" Thor's voice booms, or Loki is sure it does.

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