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“Hey, you want a ride?”
Loki looks up slowly, sniffling from the cold. A large truck has pulled over and the driver, a blond, long-haired man, is leaning to peer at Loki through the passenger seat window, brows twisted in concern.
Loki does want a ride. He is exhausted to the core, and just as frozen. The temperatures are as low as they get in the winter and the bus stop he is sitting at offers next to no shelter. He is curled tightly into himself on the bench, unable to feel his fingers and toes. There are no buses coming, not until the next day, and the last vehicle that passed through here – a truck, too – was willing to take him on, but only for a very clearly named price. Loki, the dumbass he is, refused.
He is not refusing now, although probably the exact same fate awaits him. He should have done it those hours ago. At least he would have spared himself all this freezing and it would already be done.
On second thought... when he climbs into the (blissfully warm) cab of the truck, he sees that this driver is actually rather attractive, definitely more so than the sleazy, bald grandpa that offered to pick him up first.
“Where you going?” the driver asks as they pull off and start driving down the dark road.
“I don’t know. Wherever.”
It’s stupid to say that, but he’s too tired to give a damn and pretend that somewhere someone is waiting for him. He had finally snapped and now there was no going back.
“Okay. What’s your name?”
“Loki.”
“Nice to meet you, Loki, I’m Thor.”
Loki just grunts and stick his fingers as close to the heater as he can.
They drive in silence for a while and Loki starts to warm up. The cab of the truck is actually clean and rather spacious, the seat is springy and soft. It sucks to realize that this is one of the most pleasant situations he’s been in in the past two weeks. The truck driver – Thor – also seems nice enough, cranking the heat up for him. Loki feels him watching as he finally unties his scarf, which was previously covering half his face as he tried to protect himself from the cold.
Some time after, Thor reaches to rummage for something underneath Loki’s seat, deliberately brushing his hand over Loki’s knee. Loki stays put, not flinching away from the touch.
“Do you have anything to eat?” he asks when his fingers regain feeling and he flexes them. If he’s going to end up the way he thinks he is, he might as well make it worth the price. Warmth, a ride, some food... He better make sure what he has to do doesn’t come cheap.
“There’s some chocolate bars, here,” Thor says and reaches between the seats into one of the many compartments the cab is equipped with. Truckers live on the road. “There’s a truck stop in an hour and a half, I wanted to spend the night there. I can make you something better when we get there.”
“Okay.”
Looks like his impending doom has a countdown – t minus ninety minutes. He eats the chocolate bar and has some coffee from a thermos that Thor offers him, vaguely thinking about everything he’s ever heard about blowjobs. Maybe he won’t want that though, this Thor . Loki glances at him. He’s humming along to the radio, and up close, he looks a bit younger than Loki originally thought he was. Maybe he will just fuck him. Loki hears that it hurts, but it’s still better than freezing to death.
Or going back home for that matter.
After over two weeks away, Loki feels better than he can remember feeling in a very long time – when he’s not freezing at abandoned bus stops at night, that is. He is especially happy that the headaches are gone. Aching ribs and banged up limbs he can deal with, but lately every slap to the face had been bringing on killer headaches. But he doesn’t want to think about that now. The seat is comfortable and he is finally warm, able to give in to the tiredness he feels and he lets his head just loll against the headrest, half dozing. He’s vaguely aware of Thor glancing at him often, but being out of the cold – and a pretty real danger of freezing to death – he doesn’t pay any attention to it. Price to pay, that’s all. He’s not stupid.
After the hour an a half that Thor predicted, they do slow down and Thor gets his attention by putting a light hand on his knee.
Loki opens his eyes and looks around. When Thor said ’truck stop’, Loki thought it would be connected to a gas station at least. Or maybe even a tiny motel. But what they pull up at is nothing but a dark parking lot, covered in snow. There is one other truck parked there, but as they make a turn to find their parking spot, their headlights illuminate it and Loki sees that two of the wheels were replaced with stacked bricks. They stop and Thor slips out, opening some kind of a large panel outside with a key. He tugs a cable out from beneath his seat and connects one end to the panel, the other to the underside of the truck.
“Electricity. So I don’t have to keep the engine on and run out of gas.”
“Neat,” Loki just says. He doesn’t care. Thor has to notice as he’s hauling himself back into the cab, patting Loki’s head.
“Come on, chin up. I actually have a pretty decent den back here. I can make you soup, noodles, or I even have some canned stuff here...”
As Thor lists all these things, he is opening small door between the seats that leads to the back and turning the light on. Loki peeks in.
It’s... interesting. It does look like a small room furnished with everything. There’s a bed – just a mattress really, a hot plate, a bean bag, and even a small TV.
“Huh.”
“Told you.”
Loki isn’t shy when he asks for the noodle soup first, and then points at some kind of a ’meat in sauce’ can. Thor heats everything up for him and turns the TV on, and while the volume is low, Loki is grateful for something to cover his hungry chomping and for something to look at to escape how awkward he feels.
“I keep wanting to ask you what happened to you, but...” Thor says quietly when Loki hands him back the now-empty noodle bowl and starts on his second course.
“But you know it’s the same predictable shit that happens to everyone,” Loki finishes for him, mouth full of the meat. He doesn’t even know what it is, but it’s hot and salty and tastes somewhat like tomatoes, so he’s happy.
“That’s not how I would put it,” Thor smiles and Loki studies him. He really is rather good-looking, dressed in a red flannel shirt and an unzipped dark gray hoodie over it. Big, though. Strong.
Loki thinks about the snowed-in nothingness around them. He’s going to do himself a favor by playing nice, that’s for sure. Thor seems laid back, but that could mean nothing. Loki knows how quickly people can change tunes, especially when it comes to him. No, he won’t risk getting stranded here, and he doesn’t want to get tossed around either. He’s not missing those headaches.
Thor gets up and squeezes his shoulder lightly. “You finish up. I’m gonna go hit the john and then we can get some rest.”
Rest. Right.
He finishes the food, just barely resisting licking the bowl. Then he puts it aside and grabs a bottle of water from a pack stuffed in the corner. It’s even sealed, so chances are he will be awake for whatever happens next. He doesn’t even know if that’s a good or a bad thing.
Then he peels off some of his clothing. His scarf and coat, sweater and t-shirt too. The cab is nice and warm and he decides to get ahead of the schedule and just undress completely, pulling his pants and underwear down. The food has made him sleepy which is an almost pleasant feeling if it weren’t for the deep bone exhaustion making itself known. He is reaching his limits – he needs to rest and the sooner whatever Thor wants is over, the better.
The mattress is surprisingly soft, and it’s not tiny either. He snuggles underneath the thick blanket and closes his eyes, for a moment pretending that he’s alone, that he’s in his room – not that room, just some nice comfortable room to call his own – and that this is not happening. But too soon Thor is back, ruffling around the truck, and then he’s in the cab, turning the TV off and undressing. Loki cracks his eyes open just in time to see Thor reach into a compartment that is bolted to the wall above the mattress and pull something out. The rustle tells Loki everything he needs to know and he sighs.
“Asleep?” Thor asks quietly.
“No.”
And just like that, Thor is with him underneath the blanket and fuck . It’s one thing to resign himself to it and it’s a whole nother thing to feel a hot, huge body pressed to him. Thor doesn’t stink, not exactly, but his musk fills Loki’s nostrils all the same, overwhelming and very real. He forces himself to stay calm, letting Thor come close and not protesting their cozy arrangement.
Thor doesn’t waste any time. His hands are on Loki right away, locking around his waist, pushing him onto his back. Thor kisses him – rough and demanding, his beard scratching Loki’s already irritated skin. He doesn’t know what to do other than let his lips fall slack. The last time he kissed someone he was twelve and playing spin the bottle.
It seems to be good enough for Thor though and he reaches underneath the covers to grope Loki between the legs, slipping past his cock and pressing fingers into the crack of his ass. Loki squirms a little.
“Don’t worry, I have lube,” Thor murmurs to him, lips brushing Loki’s cheek even as his fingers prod Loki in places he quite frankly never thought another person would ever be touching him.
“So use it,” Loki hisses at him, disconcerted at the feeling.
“Don’t be like that,” Thor croons at him, but there is an edge to his voice. A warning.
So Loki resigns himself to silence, staring at the plastic ceiling as Thor licks at his neck and collarbones, fingers still toying with Loki’s ass. He does use the lube soon enough though, spilling some over his fingers and thrusting his hand underneath the blanket again. Loki jerks when the cool liquid is spread over his hole, but it’s quickly warmed up by Thor’s insistent fingers. Then he pushes one in and Loki yelps, surprised. That feels fucking weird and he flushes in embarrassment for some reason. It hurts a little too; it’s an odd, prickly burning feeling. He must make some kind of unhappy sound because Thor looks at him, frowning.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
He was told not to complain, so he wouldn’t – he had made up his mind about complying hours ago. But Thor’s fingers have stilled inside him and he is looking down at Loki in the dull light cast by the dashboard up front.
“Have you done this before?”
There’s doubt in Thor’s voice and Loki grunts in annoyance.
“No.”
Thor pulls his finger out and Loki wonders if maybe this means they’re done. As long as he doesn’t end up out in the snow, he’d quite like that.
No such luck.
“A virgin,” Thor says, suddenly gleeful and sounding way more excited than he was a minute ago. “You know, I wouldn’t believe you if I didn’t just feel how tight your ass is. If I didn’t see you squirm against it.”
“Yeah, well...” What the hell is he supposed to say to that? Tell him to go ahead? Loki is fucking exhausted and he’d like this to be over so he can sleep. He was ready to let Thor do what he wanted to keep himself cared for and safe, but encouraging him?
“And not a word of protest from you,” Thor goes on, voice filled with wonder. “Here you are, naked on my cot.”
“Maybe I never had a dick in my ass, but I’m not fucking stupid,” Loki snaps at him, growing nervous. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. “Or naive. So just do what you want, don’t hurt me, drive me to civilization in the morning and we’re good, okay?”
“Oh, baby,” Thor breathes, petting Loki’s cheek with his dry hand. “That was the plan, it really was, you have to believe me. But that was before I learned you were not touched before. This changes everything.”
A sharp shiver of fear cuts through Loki at Thor’s words. His tiredness is gone, chased away by the surge of adrenaline. Thor sounds almost... reverent, like he’s some kind of a fucked up priest and Loki is a pure virgin about to get gutted on an altar.
Thor kisses him; this time it’s a close-mouthed, gentle kiss that lingers but never turns into anything more.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“What? No.” It feels weird to protest against Thor stopping, but every instinct in Loki’s body is telling him that whatever Thor means to do instead of this quick tumble as payment will be way worse. “Come on. Just fuck me. For the food and the ride.”
In his panic, he has sat up and now he is squeezing Thor’s forearm in his hands, shaking him.
So quickly Loki almost doesn’t notice he is moving, Thor slams him back into the mattress.
“Go. To. Sleep.” Thor growls at him harshly. Loki was right. He could change a tune. “We have a long way ahead of us tomorrow.”