Chapter 2
Loki arrived first, fidgeting nervously at a table in the corner as he sipped his drink. Again, he almost left, but spotted Thor enter the bar before he could act on the impulse. He was even more beautiful in person, broad-shouldered and extremely tall.
It seemed as if every head in the place turned to look at him, making Loki feel extremely insecure. The blonde got a drink at the bar before seeing Loki. He didn't even look up from his drink when Thor arrived at his table. "Loki?" he asked, a bit hesitant.
Loki breathed deeply and set his delicate features into a look of cool indifference. "You're late," he drawled.
Thor grinned sheepishly. "I stopped to get you this," He proffered a single perfect yellow rose to the raven-haired stunner.
Loki blushed and sniffed the flower, shyly looking up at his date through lowered lashes. "It's beautiful. Thank you,"
"You're welcome. So are you," the blonde flirted shamelessly, covering Loki's own large hand with his even bigger one. "So, Loki. What brought you to New York?"
"A lover," he lied smoothly. "He was an artist. Well-known in certain circles, very wealthy,"
Thor arched an eyebrow. "Is he still around?"
"No," Loki replied heavily, feigning grief. "He became ill and I lost him. But he left me everything," He didn't even know why he was lying but, if pressed, he'd have admitted it was because he really liked this guy already, and wanted to impress him. "You?"
"I lost my mother and my father...well, he and I had a falling out. I was seeing a girl, but the distance killed it. I needed a change," he shrugged.
"I'm sorry," Loki purred. "She must've been crazy for not fighting for you," he tutted.
"It may have been for the best," Thor grinned, sipping his drink.
"Oh?" Loki countered.
"Mmm," Thor nodded. "I think I could really like you, Loki Laufeyson,"
Loki blushed as Thor's hand found its way to his thigh. "I-I could really like you, too, Thor Odinsson," he whispered.