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I'm a simple person. I like a character, I ship them with Tony Stark
Trucker AU
"Great. Just perfect," sighed Tony, kicking the tire of his car, which was flat.
It was close to midnight, he was on a dark high way, and he had just discovered his spare tire was also flat. He had always though checking those things were a myth, a hoax that mechanics told them to do just so they could get more money. Turns out he was wrong and spare tires can eventually lose their air, not that that knowledge really did much for him when he was stranded in the Flint Hills of fucking Kansas, a place where phone signal went to die. Seriously, how - in this day and age - was there a place where there was no signal? It made no sense.
Seven different vehicles passed, ignoring Tony's yellow distress flashers and him frantically waving for help before a massive red semi truck pulled over and parked uncomfortably close to the back bumper of his tiny car. The man who stepped out was almost as massive as his truck, clad in a flannel red shirt and grey jeans that hung low on his trim hips. He had smiling eyes, a trim beard, and his long dirty blond hair was pulled into a loose ponytail. He was gorgeous.
"Do you need assistance?" asked the man.
"Yeah," said Tony unintelligibly. "My tires flat."
"I see," said the man. "My name is Thor. Do you have a spare tire?"
"Its also flat. Turns out you have to check them periodically to make sure they aren't flat but I never do," babbled Tony, unable to take his eyes off of Thor because he was so attractive.
"Well, why don't you wait in my truck while I see if I can patch the tire?" offered Thor with an easy smile. "I have a small repair kit and it will be safer for you inside the truck."
"Um, sure. Okay. Just, dont like, end up murdering me or anything."
Thor laughed, causing Tony to flush red. The trucker helped Tony climb into the cab of the truck, his large hand pushing on Tony's left butt cheek to get the smaller male into to seat before walking away to fetch his repair kit, leaving Tony to wonder if that had meant anything or was a bizarre way of helping him out. Tony was secretly wishing it was the former because he hadn't had much luck in the dating scene for the last few months and really missed sex.
Looking in the back Tony found a tiny bathroom and the rest of the area taken over by a bed.
"It used to have a kitchen area but I was too long for the bed, so I converted the entire area to a sleeping space," said Thor, opening the door and climbing into the driver's seat next to Tony. "I apologize but there is no way to fix the tire. May I take you to a gas station to call for someone to pick you up?"
"Dont bother, the next one is fifty miles ahead and closes at midnight," sighed Tony. "I'll just sleep in my car and flag someone down in the morning."
"That would be unsafe," said Thor with a frown. "There is a rest stop for truckers a mile ahead, I was planning on stopping there for the night. You come with me and I will return you to your car in the morning. I promise not to murder you."
Tony grinned at the joke and agreed. It wasn't the most insane thing he had done in his life and if Thor ended up being a serial killer Tony could justify how he got lured in (because holy shit the man was hot).
The rest stop was just a pull off from the high way with a couple of concrete tables and places for trucks to park and their drivers to sleep in them. Thor was the only truck present and he chose a place near the tables to park.
Thor leaned over and captured Tony's mouth with his own, surprising the other man for an instant before Tony started kissing back. But then Thor was pulling away.
"Forgive me, you are just so beautiful," said Thor.
"Shut up and kiss me again," demanded Tony.
Thor needed no more encouragement. He surged forward and kissed Tony again, pinning him against the far door. Tony moaned into the kiss, feeling himself start to harden in his pants. Thor tore open his shirt, ripping the dark grey cotton in two, revealing Tony's toned chest to the dark cab; Tony moaned loudly at the show of force.
@not-close-to-straight this....just this!!!!
That Terry Pratchett, best author ever, after being knighted then proceeded to find iron ore HIMSELF, dig up 81kg of it, including some iron sourced from meteorites (thunderbolt iron, said to be magical) “several pieces of meteorites — thunderbolt iron, you see — highly magical, you’ve got to chuck that stuff in whether you believe in it or not”
He then smelted the iron in his own backyard using a makeshift kiln built from clay and hay, and powered by sheeps manure. After days of hammering the iron into bars, he took it to a blacksmith who helped Terry forge the sword which was then silvered.
And then this was the end product:
So yes. Let’s just not forget that Terry Pratchett, despite battling Alzheimer’s disease, is still the biggest badass around.
Love this post, but this is not a “despite.” Battling Alzheimer’s disease is a component of badassery.
