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Heel to his Face

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Another long day.

Thor loved being a wrestler. He did. And he was happy to be back after his injury, relieved that it hadn't posed a bigger threat to his career, and grateful to the fans for welcoming him home with open arms. But damn, could life as a wrestler be exhausting sometimes. He'd woken up early in the morning, headed over to the gym where he'd spent hours working out, prepared for his match, and then had the actual match. The match itself hadn't been too bad, even though his opponent had been working rather stiff. There was a chance he would have some bruises in the morning, and Thor could only hope none of them would be showing up on his arms - the only parts of his body he actually showed off inside the ring.

At least the fans had seemed to enjoy the match. They had cheered for him as he walked back up the ramp, and Thor had made sure to smile and hand out a couple of high fives and fist bumps to let them know just how grateful he was for their support. As soon as his part of the show was over, though, he decided to leave the building. He was starving, didn't feel like going back to catering, and didn't have any of his usual meals with him. Stupid to forget, but it didn't really matter. He could just find a decent restaurant and have a freshly cooked meal for once.

He decided not to ask any of his friends to join him. Most of them were probably busy at the moment, and he didn't feel like bothering anyone. It could be nice to have a moment alone. Thor knew he would be getting on the bus with a bunch of other wrestlers in a matter of hours, and there was no way he would be able to get some privacy then. There would be music, lively discussions, and probably plenty of games. Not that he was complaining. It was sure to be a fun night, if only because they didn't get the chance to do it very often. Back in NXT, they'd usually always travelled together as a group whenever they left Florida. Being on the main roster, on the other hand, meant figuring out how to get to the next state on your own.

Once he had changed into his normal clothes, he left the arena, pulling out his sunglasses and slipping them on as soon as he stepped outside. He knew they didn't do much to hide his identity, especially not right outside the building that was currently still filled with wrestling fans, but it was worth a shot. Usually he didn’t mind the autographs or the pictures, but he was really tired after the show and just wanted to get something to eat before it was time to head on over to the next city.

He was just making his way through the parking lot, which seemed to be mostly empty, when the sound of someone slamming their brakes not far away from him made him look up. He turned his eyes over to the where the sound had come from, quickly realizing why the car had come to such a sudden stop when he saw someone standing in front of it. Since it didn’t seem like anyone was hurt, and his assistance wouldn't be needed, Thor figured he might as well just keep on walking, but the sound of voices quickly drew his attention back to the scene in question.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot!” someone shouted, presumably the driver. Thor didn't think much of it, not until the other person decided to shout something back.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going! Get your fat head out of your fucking ass and learn how to drive, you jerk!”

Thor raised his eyebrows. Now, he knew they were in New Jersey, but that kind of reaction seemed slightly over the top. Wouldn't it have been a lot easier to move on, rather than getting angry about it? Maybe both of them were having a bad night. Unfortunately, it looked like it was about to get even worse. Instead of simply driving off, the driver opened the door and stepped out of the car, clearly intent on having some kind of confrontation. Even though he was standing a few feet away from there, Thor could tell he was slightly bigger than the person he'd nearly run over. He could really only see the back of that person, but he had a strong feeling he wouldn't be able to take on the driver. Then again, with language like that he should have learned how to back it up by now. Right?

Thor knew it was none of his business, and that he easily could have walked away from there and let them deal with their little argument on their own, but for some reason he didn’t want this poor bastard to get his ass kicked. Maybe he had it coming, but it just didn't seem fair that he would go from almost being run over by a car to getting beaten up by the person driving the car.

With a sigh, he changed direction and walked over to them, stopping almost right behind the apparently very angry person and crossing his big arms over his chest. Unfortunately, his sunglasses were probably hiding the stern look in his eyes, but he was kind of hoping the driver would realize he wasn’t someone to mess with either way. What was the use of being a wrestler if he couldn't intimidate someone every once in a while? He didn't spend all of that time in the gym for nothing.

Thor watched as the driver made his way over to them, and for a second he wondered if perhaps he would have to step forward and put himself next to the person he was trying to protect, but then finally it looked like he had been spotted. To his amusement, the driver’s eyes widened considerably as soon as he realized he was standing there, and he stumbled backwards before quickly getting back into the car without another word.

“Yeah, that’s right, bitch. You better run,” muttered the guy in front of him as the car left the parking lot, and Thor had to press his lips together to stifle a laugh, not wanting to startle him. Hey, if he wanted to think he was the one who had scared him off, Thor wasn’t going to do anything to correct him. He would just let him be on his way. Let him think he was that scary. Perhaps that would make his night a little better? But instead of walking away from there, the guy turned around, and a second later their eyes met.

Thor tilted his head to the side, suddenly very glad he had decided to rescue him. The guy had dark hair, a pale face, and even though it was difficult to see them in the dark, he could tell he probably had the most amazing eyes. In other words, he was gorgeous. Definitely the kind of guy Thor would’ve considered asking out, but now wasn’t the right time for that. He was just passing through, after all. Even if he asked him out, he probably wouldn't be back in this state for quite some time, and he would never expect anyone to wait for him.

So lost in his own thoughts, it actually took Thor a moment to realize that it seemed like he was being recognized. He caught the stunned look on the man’s face, even though he made an obvious effort to hide it a moment later, which led him to believe that either he just looked that good tonight, or this man knew who he was. Not that it mattered either way.

“You should be more careful,” he told him, all set to leave, forget about the hot guy he'd just helped, and finally get something to eat when the stranger called out to him.

And Thor turned back.

It took him about three minutes to find out the stranger’s name was Loki.

It took him less than an hour to realize Loki was wearing his shirt.

It took him one evening to decide Loki was most definitely someone he wanted to get to know better. A lot better.

He wasn't sure how long it took to fall head over heels in love with him. Not long. Probably even shorter than he cared to admit. Falling in love with Loki was easy. Surprisingly so, in fact. Thor had been with quite a few people, but he hadn’t really been in love with anyone since Sif, and even then it hadn’t lasted very long. As easy as it was for him to fall for Loki, though, it was considerably more difficult for him to make Loki realize he loved him too. Not that Thor ever actually needed him to say the words to know it. He could see it in his eyes, in his smile, but to finally hear him say it out loud? All it took was winning the WWE championship at Wrestlemania. Easy enough, right?

Several months went by, and Loki was still there. They rarely left each other’s side, a natural progression after sharing a home and constantly being on the road together. Thor knew Loki had worried about them seeing each other a little too much, especially after he decided to sell his house in L.A. and move to New York to be with him. He had worried about the potential strain all of that time spent together would put on their relationship, and Thor had definitely understood those worries, but they seemed to be doing alright so far. They argued occassionally, sure, and sometimes they made sure to spend some time apart before the shows (usually because Loki needed some space), but all in all they were happy.

He couldn't have asked for anything else.

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Thor was making his way through the hallways, having already changed out of his wrestling gear. He smiled and nodded politely at the people met, sending several compliments Clint’s way and telling Luke he would see him on Thursday. He stopped long enough to greet Steve with a one armed hug, smiling when Steve told him his match had been great.

“Thanks, man. It felt great.” He gave his shoulder a squeeze. “See you tomorrow. Bright and early, yeah?”

He kept walking, smiling at Sam and Bucky who barely acknowledged him, clearly too focused on whatever conversation they were having, before he finally made it over to their dressing room. He pushed open the door, the smile on his face widening as soon as he caught sight of Loki, who had his eyes on his phone and didn't look up. It seemed like he was typing something important. There was a small frown on his face, and his thumbs moved quickly over the display.

Thor crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for Loki to finally spot him. Once he did, he raised his eyebrows at the miffed look on Loki’s face.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long,” he assured him, and walked forward to pick up his jacket and put it on. “You ready to go?”

Loki nodded his head, slipping his phone into his pocket and throwing a look at the mirror before straightening his hair. Thor pulled him in for a kiss, letting it last for a couple of seconds before he stepped back and grabbed their bags, letting Loki lead the way out of the room.

“Feel like grabbing a bite before we head back to our room?” he asked, turning hopeful eyes to him as the two of them began to make their way out of the building.

“Sure," Loki said, and leaned closer when Thor put his arm around his shoulders. "I'd love to.”