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The water had stopped working again.

Not all the way, just enough to be annoying as hell, the pipes hissed but the spray kept switching between burning hot and ice cold. Today it was freezing. Thor stood under the weak stream with his teeth clenched, arms tight around his chest, trying to rinse the shampoo out before he couldn’t take it anymore.

He lasted maybe forty seconds.

“Shit!”
He muttered, shutting the tap off and stepping out.

Water dripped everywhere as he grabbed a towel and rubbed it roughly over his hair. The boiler had been dying since he moved in, but he’d kept ignoring it. The apartment was small and old, nothing special, but it was his. No roommates. No Odin. Just him trying to stand on his own two feet.

He walked into the living room with the towel slung low on his hips, leaving wet footprints on the floor. Sunlight blasted through the bare window. The lights had flickered all morning and now the TV was completely dead. He touched the switchboard, warm. Bad sign. 

"Great."
Muttered to no one.

He pulled on a loose black t-shirt and soft track pants that were still warm from the dryer he ran last night. There wasn't much else in the wardrobe. He'd brought exactly what he needed when he moved, not too much. Most of it fit into two suitcases and a laundry bag. His books were stacked unevenly by the bed. The syllabus for his BA course lay open on the table, covered in highlighter notes and cheap sticky tabs.

He wasn’t tall, perhaps can say he wasn’t big and built like people probably imagined with a name like his. He was lean, a little soft around the edges, blond hair messy and falling into his eyes. Twenty years old and already tired of how everything cost money.

University was... fine. A fresh start, kind of. He'd spent a year doing a practical course before this, something short, a workshop in digital design that got him a certificate and not much else. But it made him realize he wanted more than just surviving on scraps and unfinished ideas. So he enrolled. Late, but not too late.

Money, though, was the issue. It always came down to that.

Rent was paid. He had enough for it and groceries. But not enough for sudden repairs. And now the whole electrical panel was acting up. He could hear a low buzz behind the walls. He knew better than to mess with it himself.

His fingers hovered over his phone for a moment before he finally sat down on the couch and called the one person he could. Not Odin. Never Odin. Odin would start with questions and end with a lecture about responsibility and pride and something else Thor already heard growing up.

So after chewing on lips for a several while, he called Frigga.

It rang twice.

"Thor?"
She answered, voice soft, familiar.

He didn't speak right away. Just hearing her voice was enough to make his chest tighten a bit. He hated asking. Hated even calling. It made him feel like a kid again, like he couldn't handle life on his own.

"Hey.”
He said finally, keeping his tone light.

"Sorry. I know it's sudden."

"Everything okay?" 
She asked.

"Yeah."
He lied, then exhaled.

"I just... something's wrong with the electrics. The boiler gave up again. Now the sockets are weird, and the TV's out. I think the circuit board's shot. I.. I tried not to bother you."

Frigga was quiet for a second. Not surprised, probably.

"You need someone to come take a look?"

"I called a service. They're sending someone in an hour. But I don't, I don't really have enough right now."

"You should've told me sooner."

"I know."
He said. Rubbing the side of his face, feeling stupid.

"I just wanted to do this on my own."

"You are doing it on your own, love. Asking for help doesn't erase that."

He didn't answer.

"Check your account in ten minutes."
She added gently.

"And let me know what the repair person says." 
She said with a little chuckle.

"Thanks, Mum." 

Silence on both sides.

"Thor?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm proud of you." 
Her voice calm and filled with pride.

He smiled faintly, but said nothing.

After the call ended, he set the phone face-down on the couch cushion and leaned back with a sigh. The silence in the apartment felt heavier than usual, the kind that reminded him the fridge hummed too loud, and the air conditioner didn't work, and your own heartbeat was sometimes the only thing you could hear.

Half an hour later, someone knocked.

Thor rushed and opened the door, his brain short-circuited for a second. In front of him was the repair guy, tall and slim, dark hair combed back neatly, sharp green eyes, and a simple work shirt stretched across his shoulders. A badge with a name Thor didn’t cared to look at. Toolbox in hand. He looked… way too good for a repairman.

“Sir?”
The man asked, voice smooth like velvet.

“You called about the boiler and electrical issues?” 
Voice deep.

“Yeah. Come in.”

Thor stepped aside, suddenly aware of how messy the place was.

The man walked in, glancing around before setting the toolbox down. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing lean, strong forearms. Thor tried not to stare.

“Switchboard first?”
The man asked.

“Y..Yeah.” 
Thor gulped.

The man gave off a little smirk, only visible to himself though, then started the work. Thor felt his hands getting sweaty, gulping here to there, not understanding why he felt it. Finally trying to calm himself down, he decided to give the man a little space. The man though, kept looking at him. Those green eyes lingered on his mouth, his chest, the way his track pants sat low on his hips.

“You’re tense.”
The man broke the silence after a while, straightening up.

He stepped closer, close enough that Thor could smell something clean and sharp on him.

“Loki.” 
The man finally revealed. A wide mysterious smile on his face.

For a moment Thor felt like he didn’t knew how to speak at all. The name was familiar to him, after all it was related to his. After what felt like eternity he took one final gulp and spoke.

”T.. Thor.”

A weird smile framed Loki’s face.

“Pretty name. Quite mythical too...”

Looks at Thor up and down, as if reading.

”You seem pretty tense once again”

Thor’s heart thudded. “I’m… fine.”

Loki, stepped a little more forward, enough to say there was barely any distance between them. He raised his hands towards Thor, fingers brushing his jaw, tilting his face up.

“Let me help.”

Thor’s eyes stayed wide opened. It was weird, scary but… he didn’t wanted to go away. Before he could utter a word, his mouth shut down.

The kiss happened fast. Loki’s mouth was warm and sure. Thor made a surprised noise but leaned into it, hands coming up to grip Loki’s shirt. It deepened quickly, turning hungry. Loki backed him toward the bedroom, hands sliding under Thor’s shirt.

Clothes came off in a rush. Thor’s t-shirt hit the floor. Loki’s work shirt followed. He pushed him gently onto the bed and kissed down his neck, sucking lightly at his collarbone.

“You’re gorgeous.”
Loki murmured against his skin.

Thor’s face burned. He was already hard, cock straining against his track pants. Loki noticed and smiled.

He reached his hand slowly to the pants, teasingly.

Thor gulped harder.

Loki pressed it, squeezing it was a toy. Thor’s mouth stayed open, a faded moan. Looking straight into Loki’s eyes.

Loki slowly pulled his pants down, Thor’s cock sprang free, flushed and leaking. Loki licked his lips.

“Pretty.”
he said, then leaned in and took Thor into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Thor’s head fell back. It was anything but what he expected.

Loki’s mouth was hot and wet, sucking him deep with no hesitation. The tongue swirled around the head, then pressed along the underside. Going up and down while looking straight at Thor. His moans slow moans making Loki feel hard himself, he gulped onto the cock. Thor’s fingers slid into dark hair, gripping tight as pleasure hit him hard. 

Loki couldn’t handle it, he pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny.

“Your turn, darling. Show me what that mouth can do.” 
He said it quite rapidly. As his life depended on it.

Thor hesitated for a minute, then slid off the bed onto his knees. Loki stood, cock hard and curving up. Thor leaned in, licking tentatively at the head, playing with it, kissing it before taking it whole in. Loki groaned, hand gentle in Thor’s hair.

“That’s it… just like that. You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

Thor flushed but kept going, sucking and bobbing his head, getting braver as Loki’s sounds grew louder. He took him deeper, throat tightening, eyes watering. The chucking and gulping sounds filled the entire room. Loki praised him softly the whole time. Thor never in his entire life had thought he could do something like this. He did liked guys, he had few crushes, just wasn’t sure if it was the curiosity or actual feelings. But now everything was clear. This was what he wanted.

After a few minutes Loki pulled him up with a loud groan. He was close, but didn’t wanted to end so quickly. With loud husky and panting noises, he kissed him filthy, tasting himself on Thor’s tongue. The kiss was deep, hungry.

He rushed and grabbed lube from his toolbox he had left outside the room, the bastard had definitely come prepared. He coated his fingers generously. Settled himself between Thor’s spread thighs, leaning down to kiss him slow and deep while one slick finger circled his rim. Thor gulped, it was his first time, not that he was a virgin, but definitely never came to this position.

“Relax for me.”
Loki murmured against his lips.

“I’ve got you.”

Thor shivered as the finger pushed inside. The stretch was strange, a little burn, but Loki was patient, kissing his neck and chest until the discomfort melted. A second finger joined the first, scissoring gently, curling, searching. When he found that spot inside Thor, he jerked hard, a shocked moan spilling out.

“Fuck!! There…”

Loki’s green eyes darkened with satisfaction.

“Right there?”

He rubbed the spot again and again, slow and deliberate, watching every twitch of Thor’s body. Thor’s cock leaked steadily onto his stomach, untouched. Without any warning he added his other two fingers as well, stretching him wider, the wet sounds of lube and Thor’s ragged breathing filling the small room.

“You’re opening up so beautifully.”
Loki teased, voice low and rough.

“Look at this greedy little hole, sucking my fingers in. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

Thor’s face burned. He couldn’t even deny it, his hips were rolling down onto Loki’s hand, chasing the feeling. He felt full, exposed, and shockingly turned on.

Loki pulled his fingers out eventually, leaving Thor clenching around nothing. He slicked his own cock, long, flushed, curving slightly upward, and lined up.

“Breathe, darling.”

He smirked wider than before, perhaps the moment he was waiting for so long had arrived. He positioned himself, stroking himself for one last time. The head pressed against Thor’s hole. Thor looked at Loki with a little wide eyes, not knowing if he was ready or not, after all it was big. Taking a deep and long breath, he eased himself, ready to take it. Loki pushed in slowly.

“Ahh! Fuck!”
Thor gasped loudly at the thick stretch.

Eyes squeezing shut, hands flying up to grip Loki’s shoulders. The stretch was intense, thick and burning. His hands flew up to grip Loki’s shoulders, fingers digging in.

“You’re… big. Slow… go slow…”

“Shh, I’ve got you.”
Loki breathed, voice strained.

“So fucking tight… you’re squeezing me so perfectly.”

Inch by inch he sank deeper. Thor’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, then a broken moan escaped as Loki bottomed out, hips flush against his ass. The fullness was overwhelming. Thor could feel every throb, every vein.

“Gods… you’re so deep.”
Thor panted, chest heaving.

“I feel so full.. ahh…”

Loki stayed buried inside, panting against Thor’s neck, fighting to stay still.

“You feel incredible. Hot… tight… fuck, I could stay like this forever.”

After a long moment Loki started moving, slow, dragging strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. Each thrust drew filthy wet sounds and wrecked loud moans from Thor.

Loki groaned low.

“That’s it… let me hear you.”

He kept the pace torturously slow for several minutes, grinding deep on every thrust, making sure to drag right over Thor’s prostate. Thor’s legs trembled around Loki’s waist. His cock leaked constantly between them.

“Feels… so good.”
Thor moaned, voice cracking.

“Right there… fuck, Loki…”

Loki’s control started slipping. His thrusts grew faster, harder. The bed began to creak rhythmically. Skin slapped loudly against skin.

“Ahh! Fuck… yes!”
Thor cried out, head thrown back.

His nails raked down Loki’s back.

“Harder! please…”

“Greedy boy.”
Loki panted, slamming in deeper.

“Taking my cock so well. Ugh, *chuckles* moaning like a little slut.”

Thor screamed when Loki nailed his prostate dead-on, loud and shameless.

“There! Ahh fuck fuck fuck… don’t stop!”

Loki fucked him faster, pounding into him with sharp, wet thrusts. Sweat slicked their bodies. Thor’s moans turned into constant broken sounds, mixed with desperate curses. His cock bounced untouched between them, leaking everywhere.

“You’re getting even tighter. Ugh!”
Loki growled, breathing hard.

“Gonna come for me like this?”

“Yes! I’m close… fuck! Loki..!”

Thor came with a loud, shattered scream, cum shooting across his own chest and stomach in thick ropes. His hole clenched wildly around Loki’s cock, pulsing and milking him.

“Fuck! Thor…”

Loki groaned, hips stuttering.

He fucked Thor through his orgasm with short, brutal thrusts before burying himself to the hilt and coming hard, flooding Thor’s insides with hot, pulsing cum.

They stayed locked together, both panting loudly, chests heaving. Loki’s arms trembled as he held himself up.

“Shit...”
Thor whispered breathlessly, eyes glassy.

“That was… intense.”

Loki kissed him messily, then carefully pulled out. Cum leaked from Thor’s puffy, used hole. Loki watched it drip with dark satisfaction before cleaning them both with the sheet.

They lay tangled for a while, catching their breathes, Loki pressing lazy kisses along Thor’s shoulder.

Suddenly…

“Another?”
Loki asked after ten minutes, voice teasing but soft.

His fingers were still tracing lazy circles on Thor’s sweat-damp chest.

Thor’s eyes widened in genuine shock. He lifted his head, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks still flushed dark pink.

“Another? Now?”
His voice came out hoarse and a little squeaky.

“I… I’ve never even done this once before today. I don’t know if I can.. fuck, I’m still leaking your cum and my legs feel like jelly.”

Loki chuckled lowly, brushing a strand of hair from Thor’s face.

“I know. That’s what makes it so delicious. But we don’t have to. Only if you want.”

Thor bit his lip, heart hammering. Part of him screamed that he was already sore and overwhelmed. This was all brand new, raw, and way more intense than anything he’d imagined. But another part, the louder one now, wanted to feel it again. Wanted to feel Loki again.

“I… okay.”
He whispered finally, cheeks burning hotter.

“But slow. Really slow. I don’t think I can handle anything rough right now.”

“Good boy.”
Loki murmured, kissing him gently.

“We’ll take it nice and easy.”

He rolled them so Thor was on top, then slicked his cock again with more lube and the messy remnants already leaking from Thor’s hole. Thor hovered over him, thighs trembling as he positioned himself.

“Go on.”
Loki encouraged, hands resting lightly on Thor’s hips.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Thor took a shaky breath and slowly sank down.

“Ahh… fuck...”
He gasped the moment the head pushed back inside.

Even though he was already stretched and full of cum, the thickness still made his mouth fall open in a shocked moan.

“It’s.. it’s still so big… feels even bigger the second time.”

He lowered himself inch by inch, face scrunched in concentration, breathing in short little pants.

“Nngh… ahh…”

When he finally sat fully seated, hips flush against Loki’s, he let out a long, shaky whimper.

“Gods… I’m so full again. I can feel you throbbing inside me.”

Loki groaned, fingers tightening on Thor’s waist.

“You’re doing so well. Look at you… taking every inch on your first real ride. So tight and hot around me.”

Thor stayed still for a long moment, just breathing through the overwhelming stretch, adjusting to the deep fullness. His own cock was half-hard again, twitching against Loki’s stomach. He felt exposed, shy, and ridiculously turned on all at once.

“Move when you want.”
Loki said softly, eyes dark but patient.

“No rush.”

Thor nodded, then started rolling his hips in slow, experimental circles. The movement dragged Loki’s cock right against his prostate and he moaned loudly, head falling forward.

“Ahh! Fuck, that feels… really good.”
He panted.

His thighs trembled with the effort but he kept going, slow and careful, lifting up a little before sinking back down. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room every time he moved, the slick mix of lube and cum making it easier but obscenely loud.

Loki’s breathing grew heavier.

“That’s it… nice and slow. You’re so pretty like this, riding me while you’re still all shy and overwhelmed.”

Thor’s face burned at the words, but it only made him roll his hips a little deeper.

“It’s… a lot.”
He admitted breathlessly.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never had anyone inside me… never knew it could feel this deep.”

He kept riding slowly, hands braced on Loki’s chest, blond hair falling into his eyes. Every downward sink pulled a soft “ahh” or “fuck” from his lips. Loki thrust up gently to meet him, keeping the rhythm lazy and deep.

“You’re getting the hang of it so fast.”
Loki praised.

One hand sliding up to stroke Thor’s cock in slow, matching pulls.

“My sweet, inexperienced little prince… look how greedy your hole is, sucking me back in every time.”

Thor moaned louder, the combination of praise and sensation making his rhythm falter. His legs burned but he didn’t stop, chasing that building pleasure. Sweat rolled down his back. His moans turned breathier, more desperate, little grunting sounds every time he sank down fully.

Loki’s control started slipping. He gripped Thor’s hips tighter and fucked up a little harder, still controlled but deeper.

“Fuck! Loki...”
Thor cried out, voice cracking.

“Right there, ahh!”

The slow burn built steadily until Thor couldn’t hold back anymore. He came with a long, wrecked moan, spilling weakly over Loki’s fist and stomach. His hole clenched tight around Loki’s cock in pulsing waves.

Loki groaned deeply and followed right after, pulling Thor down hard as he pumped another load deep inside him.

“Good boy… take it all. Ugh… Fuck!”

He finally came in. Both of them panting and huffing loudly. Thor dropped on top of Loki. Submerging his face into Loki’s neck, inhaling the powerful scent. Loki could feel the warm breathes of Thor in his neck. He rubbed his hands through Thor’s soft hairs.

They stayed connected for a long time. Loki rubbed slow, soothing circles on his back while Thor shivered through the aftershocks.

“Alright?”
Loki whispered after a while, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Thor hummed, too tired to reply with words. They cuddled like that for a while longer, limbs tangled, breathing synced. It felt strangely intimate for something that had started with a small repair call.

Eventually Loki slipped out of bed and started pulling his clothes back on. Thor watched him sleepily from the sheets, body aching in the best and worst ways.

“I should let you rest.”
Loki said quietly, leaning down to kiss Thor’s forehead one last time.

“You look like you need it.”

Thor managed a small, shy smile.

“Yeah… thanks. For… everything.” 
He said as he closed his eyes in tiredness, only to wake up again.

”Wait, about the repairing, how much do I owe you again?”

Loki looked at the blonde, smiling softly, almost fond.

“I’ll see you around, Thor.”

Before Thor could saying anything, the door clicked shut. He laid there for a long minute, staring at the ceiling with a frown on his face along with a stupid little smile. His body was sore, sticky, and thoroughly used, but he felt warm inside.

“Why did he left without the payment?” 
He whispered to himself.

Maybe… no, couldn’t be. Not this quick… Or was it… was it… love? But how? Out of nowhere? Does it mean this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Maybe…?

He scrubbed his hand over his face and into his messy hairs. Head filled with numerous questions. After a long moment of deep breathes, his throat felt dry, he finally rolled over to grab some water and froze.

On the floor near the edge of the bed was the work shirt Loki had worn. A small plastic badge had fallen out of the shirt. Thor reached down and picked it up.

The name printed on it read ‘Ryan Caldwell- Certified Technician.’

Thor stared at it, heart suddenly pounding for a completely different reason. His stomach dropped.

Loki wasn’t a real repairman.

The guy had showed up in someone else’s clothes, using someone else’s name and toolbox, and Thor had let him enter his home, fix his stuff, fuck him senseless. Twice. He’d ridden him. Moaned like that for him.

“Fuck...”
Thor whispered, eyes wide with shock and a flicker of fear.

His fingers tightened around the badge.

He should probably be freaking out more. Calling someone. Changing his locks. But even as his pulse raced, he couldn’t ignore the stupid flutter in his chest when he remembered Loki’s… Ryan’s?.. teasing voice, the way he’d been so careful the second time, the way he’d kissed his forehead before leaving.

Thor dropped back onto the pillow, badge still in his hand, letting out a shaky, disbelieving breath.

“You absolute bastard.”
He muttered to the empty room, cheeks burning all over again.

He was scared. A little. But he was also already wondering if the mysterious not-repairman would find another excuse to show up at his door.

And deep down, some reckless part of him hoped he would.