Chapter 2.1 A Chance Meeting Part 1
Thor had a secret.
Every Friday night after work he'd head over to the slums of the city, and go straight to a rundown, old-school diner. Once there he would order the same thing; a medium rare burger, steak fries, a vanilla milkshake, and a root beer.
And he would do this every Friday for one reason, and one reason only.
Loki.
He'd first entered this shithole restaurant two months ago and felt as if he was struck by lightning when he laid his eyes on the omega. He'd actually stopped in his tracks and stared speechless at the man, wondering what an omega like him was doing in a place like this.
He'd originally stopped in the diner to collect a debt payment from the owner and got sidetracked by Loki. The omega seemed quite nervous when he approached him with a notepad in hand, looking up at him with an unsure look on his face. "Uh… Would you like to sit at the counter or a booth?"
On a whim he'd smiled, gesturing for a booth. "A booth, please."
"Certainly," Answered the omega, leading Thor over to a table. "Here is a menu. What can I get you to drink?"
"Uh… let me get a rootbeer, please."
Nodding, Loki wrote this down and made his way to the back, reappearing with Thor's rootbeer a few minutes later. "Here you go, sir. May I take your order?"
Thor's gaze finally collided with Loki's and it sent shivers down his spine when Loki's sage green gaze held steady with his own, unwavering. "What do you recommend?"
"Our burgers are quite good," Answered Loki.
"Give me a medium-rare burger then, with steak fries, and a medium vanilla shake."
Loki wrote this down, nodding and shooting Thor a soft smile. "Coming right up, sir."
It had been that very smile that drew Thor in, and although that had been the shittiest meal of his life, Thor forced himself to finish it, making sure to give Loki a $100 tip. The omega had been shocked and confused, but Thor insisted that this was the correct amount, letting him know that he was an excellent server.
Never in Thor's life had he ever been so drawn to someone, and he found himself going to that same diner at midnight every Friday, just seeing Loki putting a smile on his face that lasted all weekend.
That wasn't weird… right?
He'd tried his best to get to know the omega better, but all of his attempts were brushed off by the omega, his kind words and compliments falling on deaf ears.
And that had never happened before.
Thor was used to everyone saying yes - hell, his job was to hurt and kill people that didn't do what he said - and he couldn't recall a time in his life when his attempts to flirt were rebuffed. Loki regarded him the same way he would regard a regular patron, and it… it bothered Thor.
Not because the omega didn't have the right to say no, but because… the omega treated Thor like he already knew the sum of his character and everything that made him, him. And there weren't too many things about him that were good.
Thoughts of Loki would have to wait though, as he was currently busy. He and his men had been stalking a local kingpin in their area, as they'd missed out on a few payments. Odin had been lenient at first - he'd really just had their people look into this before acting - and now that they had all the information necessary to punish the kingpin, his father sent him out to do his dirty work.
Of course… this was nothing new.
His father sent him and his goons out at all hours of the day and night to "tighten up" loose ends in their mob, as the man liked to control it with an iron fist. Absolutely nothing happened in their sphere of influence without Odin being aware of it, and when something did happen - as things usually did - Thor was sent out to do damage control and mitigate the fallout.
The current kingpin they were on the prowl for had been unknowingly caught taking a portion of their drugs and selling them at an inflated rate to Muspelheim before taking a larger cut of the profits for himself, which was a big no-no. He'd been pocketing the change from this and lying to their mob about what had actually happened to the drugs, so Thor was here today to put a stop to it.
"Looks like someone has come into some money," Commented Fandral, an amused smirk on his face as they pulled in front of the drug dealer's vast beachfront property. Fandral was his personal hit man and one of the members of Thor's "Warrior's Three" - this group were Thor's right-hand men, and also his closest friends - and he always followed Thor out on assignments that were more intense and serious than the average "check-up". "It doesn't look like the place of someone who's fallen on hard times to me."
Thor hummed in response, looking around at the property as they pulled into the kingpin's huge driveway. "This house is new, too. It's a shame we'll have to ruin it today."
Fandral laughed again, putting his car in park. "I think I might buy it. The property value will definitely go down after we're done today, and I've always wanted a beach home."
Snorting, Thor climbed out of the car with him, shutting the door. "You and me both."
They'd arrived here with a few dozen grunts, as neither of them believed that this would be a complicated mission. It was simple: Get in, gather information, eliminate the threat, and get out. The drug dealing leader seemed to be throwing a party today, as there were cars everywhere, and loud music coming from the back of the property.
A few of the kingpin's men seemed shocked to see Thor and Fandral here and began to run off, undoubtedly wanting to warn their boss that they were there. Thor pulled out his gun though and shot in front of them, stopping the men in their tracks. "I don't think so."
One of the men yelped, immediately dropping to his knees. "S-Sir! W-We didn't know anything, w-we-"
Fandral kicked the man square in the chest and sent him flying, shoving his hands into his pockets nonchalantly next. "Bullshit. Don't fuck with us."
The other two men looked down and squeezed their eyes shut, waiting for their punishment. Thor wasn't a fan of reckless and unnecessary torture and understood that these men were forced to do this by their boss. That being said though, no one in this entire unit of their mob could be trusted right now.
It wouldn't serve them good to kill everyone, but Thor knew they needed to make an example out of the kingpin and his top men. The underlings would learn not to cross him and his father again, and things would return back to normal.
He and Fandral made their way into the house then, grateful that their men had already kicked in the door. Everyone within the vast home was panicking as Thor's men searched the rooms for the wanted men, but the party outside still seemed to be going. Following the sound of the noise, Thor and Fandral headed outside, making their way through the half-naked omegas dancing to the music, and going right up to the DJ.
Pulling out his gun, Thor shot a bullet into the DJ's speaker system, immediately causing the music to stop. Everyone froze and looked at him in silence, too scared to move. The alpha didn't care about them though, and searched through the crowd from this vantage point, trying to find the men they were looking for.
He spotted the kingpin attempting to sneak away and cursed, shoving his way through the crowd. He'd be damned if he let this man get away, and began to run, calling out for his men to head towards him as well. The kingpin squeaked when he saw Thor making his way towards him through the crowd and began to shove people out of the way as well, trying to hurry and get to his car.
Thor's men intercepted him though and tackled him to the ground, holding him in place while Thor approached them. Tutting, the alpha looked down at the man and stepped on the back of his neck, pinning him down further. "Why are you running from me, Anthony? You're acting as if you have something to hide."
The kingpin laughed nervously, trying and failing to break himself out of the hold of Thor's men. "I-I ain't got nothing to hide, Boss! I-I'm an open book!"
"Then we shouldn't have a problem." Answered Thor, gesturing with his head at his men. "Take him inside. Don't let him out of your sight."