- I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.
It’s not the first time some assholes have hassled him after the show. There are always guys who don’t get it, who are frightened by Loki and everything he is. They always wait for him to be alone.
Loki can roll with the punches and he gives as good as he gets. He learned to fight from his mother and sister and he fights to draw blood – nails scratching, pulling hair, kicking the legs out from under the bastards who only think with their fists. Loki fights fast and he fights dirty because he knows he’s cornered.
One of them grabs hold of his arms, pinning them to his sides and another strikes him across the jaw. Loki knows it’s going to bruise, but he licks the blood on his now split-lip and smiles.
“That all you got?” he asks.
His mother could never teach him when to back down.
The guy draws his fist back, readying himself for another punch and Loki hopes the guy will be happy with just breaking his nose or giving him a black eye.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The voice that interrupts them is like thunder. It is awe-inspiring and complete silence follows it.
Loki turns his head, just to catch sight of the guy.
He’s thick, built, with long blonde hair and miles and miles of tanned skin. He should be in a gym, or on the cover of a fitness magazine, not standing under a streetlight watching two guys fuck up Loki’s make-up and his face.
Loki feels dread build in his stomach.
This guy isn’t going to stop what’s happening. He might even join in.
“I said, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” the man repeats, his words coming out a growl.
He moves fast.
Loki hears a snap – bones breaking – and then the man who punched him his howling in pain. His friend lets go of Loki and Loki ducks away from trouble, just far enough to watch his blonde hero headbutt the guy in the face and knock him out cold.
“We need to get out of here,” he says, tugging at his hero’s arm. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, but we need to get out of here.”
The guy nods. He looks dazed. Loki isn’t sure if it’s from the headbutt or if he’s just realized he fought two men – committed assault – to protect a complete stranger.
Loki hates himself for wearing boots that have such a spiked heel. It makes running so much harder.
“I’m Thor,” his hero says, jogging beside Loki as if this is simply leisurely for him.
“Loki,” says Loki. He’s feels breathless.
“Oh, I know,” Thor says. “I really like your band.”
Loki glances at him, a smile stretching his sore mouth.
“You like Glam Rock?”
“Well, I like you,” Thor says. “Hey, where are we going?”
“Back to mine,” Loki says, grabbing hold of Thor’s hand so he can hold it while they run.
Good parts meme: seeeeeven :D
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Loki is the Philosopher King 