Chapter 1
Loki scrolled through profile pictures critically, curled up on the couch with his computer on his lap. "No. No. No. No. Definitely not. Eww, gross," he determined, pulling a face. "No. No. No. Dammit!" He ran his long, elegant fingers through his ebony hair, sighing in frustration.
He'd been lonely recently and had decided to jump into the wonders of online dating feet first. So far he wasn't having any luck.
He was just about to snap the laptop shut when he saw the flashing icon in the corner that hadn't been there before: 1 New Message. He clicked on it, heart thumping loudly in his chest.
The profile picture took his breath away. A blonde long-haired man with a beard, very rugged, with deep blue eyes and muscles for days. "Thor Odinsson," Loki breathed the name aloud, mesmerized, lust shining in his clear blue eyes.
"Our profiles don't indicate any common interests, but you're cute. ;)"
Loki grinned wolfishly, licking his lips unconsciously.
"I'm very cute. Why don't we meet for a drink tonight and you can see for yourself? ;)"
"Sounds good. That little cafe on Columbus between 107th and 108th at nine."
"See you then."
Loki clicked the laptop shut and settled in to watch TV, butterflies fluttering in his belly. Three hours. What the hell was he gonna do for three fucking hours?! And, more importantly, what was he gonna tell this guy?
His life wasn't exactly great, he had a reputation as a bit of a diva, but he wasn't a horrible person. What if Thor didn't like him? He almost logged back on to cancel, but decided to force himself. He'd been running for too long without a place to really call home, having been orphaned at a young age, an only child, and forced to fend for himself. He'd never been one for feelings, but now was as good a time as any to try.