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Money Makes the World Go Around
By Monkan
Pairings: Loki/Thor (dom!Loki/sub!Thor)
Warnings: Slash, Slave, Blackmail, more to come.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. The characters belong to Marvel and the Norse Mythology, nor any other names or products that may be mentioned.
A/N: A new story with a new theme. There might be some of you who can't see Loki as the dominate one but in this story he is nowhere near smaller or weaker than Thor. He's a man with a body to prove it. I hope you enjoy it.
Summary: The Odinson family has struck hard times and Odin is forced to declare personal bankruptcy. When a chance for survival comes his way. Loki is the CEO of a renowned loan shark firm. He's taken over after his father Laufey who's now retired. He offers Odin every penny he needs to survive, and more in exchange for his son, Thor. Thor never thought he would have to beg for anything, much less be sold for money. His new master is hard and strict, and he expect things Thor might not be ready to do.
~ Prologue ~
“How can this be?” asked Frigga shocked. The news still not sinking in on her. Her husbands standing by the window with his arms behind his back. His whole silhouette spoke regret and failure.
“I were scammed.” Odin confessed. “I put every penny into my company and my administration stole it under my nose.” he clenched his teeth hard together in anger. “There's nothing left in our savings and I've been thrown out. We have no money.”
Odin turned around and looked at the accusing papers on the coffee table. It was like a stain of shame on the glass surface, one he wanted to wash away but had grown so old and strong that all his efforts would fail. It was the papers for personal bankruptcy.
“What will we do? We will have to sale our home. Our things.” Frigga shook her head. “What will we tell our son? He looked forward to going to collage but we can no longer pay his tuition.” a sob forced itself forward. “Oh, God.”
“We will make it somehow.” the old man sat down next to his beautiful wife. “I will save this family one way or another. There has to be a way.”
“But how?” she looked at her husband tearfully. “This is not thousands of pounds we've lost. It's millions. There's no way any bank will loan us the money we will need. Not in this economy.”
He put his hands on her shoulders. “Banks is not the only option. If I have to I will go so far as sell my soul to the devil. There has to be a way.”
“Dear.”
With much will and strength he held back his own tears as he folded his beloved wife into his arms and held her shaking frame against his.
He had been a fool.
A complete, utterly, idiotic fool.
And now his family were paying for it.
Thor laughed loudly as he walked down the street with his friends. It was painful for him to keep his mask on but he couldn't let his friends know what were happening to his family. He didn't want to loose his friends. He hated to say it but to them, money were everything.
He never really saw it before but their attitude toward money were so arrogant and wasteful that he felt slightly ashamed to call them childhood friends. Even worse was that not long ago he had been the same.
Until last week when his parents had told them that his father had lost his company and all their savings. It was a hard blow to his world to think of his family as poor but that's what they were. They had slowly and secretly been selling away parts of their personal belongings to make money. To all others they were planing on renovating their home because there were no other way they could explain all their things leaving their home. He too had struggled to keep his spending to a minimum.
The worst reality was that the papers for bankruptcy lay in their home, ready to be sent in but his father just couldn't do it yet. The wound were too fresh.
Besides, if they sold all their things they could go by another two months.
So he hadn't told his friends. Even now as he listened to his friends talk about the latest party they had been to and how low profile it had been with cheap champagne and food, and that had been an A-list party.
The young man kept his mask until they parted outside his home with their usual way.
“Do you have a visitor?” Sif asked, looking over Thor's shoulder.
“Huh?” he said unintelligent and looked around to the drive way where a black car with red sides going from the nose and down to the only two doors on the car. The glass were clear and showed a stylish interior. “No. Not that I know of.”
“I don't recognize the model. It's not a Lamborghini or a Porsche.” Fandral said, looking down his nose at the car. “Must be a no-one.”
“Who knows.” Thor thought back to see if he remembered the car from somewhere but came up blank. “Well, see you tomorrow.”
Thor kept his eyes on the car until he walked through the front door. As soon as he came in he were once more taken aback by the lack of things and objects that used to decorate his home. He put his bag down as he heard voices from down the empty hall. With nothing to stop the echo it was far to easy to know when someone were home. He walked down the hall to his father's private reception room. The only place where two small couches and a table were left in the house.
Since the door were not closed he felt no remorse in intruding.
Pushing the door open he saw a well groomed man in a black suit and back combed black hair. His pale skin made his eyelashes look longer. The man sat with one leg over the other and his hands folded on the top of his knee. If possible, this man radiated elegance and power. Thor couldn't tell if he were rich but he knew without a doubt that this were a man of power. Had his father found someone to save them?
“Do we have an agreement, mr Odinson?” an unfamiliar voice asked through what he finally realized had been silence.
“You can't be serious.” growled Odin who looked enraged like a caged animal.
“I'm quite serious. I will provide everything you need, without any interest or requirement on your part to pay back, if only you agree on the terms of the contract.” the man said it as easy as if it were a normal contract but Thor could see it was far from it because of the tension of his parents frames. When intense green eyes looked up at him he felt like a deer in a trap but couldn't look away. “In exchange for your son I will provide any financial support you may need or require from now on.”
The man smiled slightly at Thor through half-closed eyes as the young Odinson's world came to a stop.
TBC