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shadowglitter) wrote2018-01-03 12:16 pm
shadowglitter) wrote2018-01-03 12:16 pmopen ship/smut post
ah. a bare post. like odin's soul, and also body, in all of these threads
shadowglitter) wrote2018-01-03 12:16 pm
wheres the starbucks
[A beat.] And I tried. [After finding out about Matt lying to him for years—how could he have fallen in love with him? Had he been blinded by that? Had Matt known, since college? Guy could read heartbeats from across the room, the fucker, he must've. He must've.]
Karen, I just—we hung out a lot, and I think I started to really like her after we had that bender, but—we had this client. Mrs. Elena Cardenas? She asked us to help her and her neighbors keep her homes, after this dicklord landlord Tully raised rent on their building. [He tells the story with leftover grief and righteous anger at this injustice coloring his tone. Mrs. Cardenas had deserved better. Her neighbors too.] The building was pretty crappy, so me and Karen visited once, to help her fix up her place. I picked a few things up from my dad the hardware store owner, so I volunteered to fix her pipes.
So Mrs. C made us dinner after that. Me and Karen, we sat, and talked, and Karen just—she wanted us to touch each other's faces. 'Cause she was curious about how Matt saw the world, y'know. And I said, fine, let's—let's touch faces.
[He sighs.]
And that was pretty much me falling in love with her, because her hands were all over mine and I thought, oh, these are very nice fingers, and I knew then and there how fucked I was. [He pauses.] And then things exploded. Literally, I mean. Somebody bombed the hell out of a building next door.
[He does not admit that he thought it had been Matt, after he found out about the side job.]
...I slept with my ex once because I was trying to get over Matt. And Karen too, I guess. [It's only barely a lie. He'd already "gotten over" Matt by then, or at least resigned himself to the normal state of things. Sleeping with Marci had been because he was angry, and grieving, and trying to get that ever-present itch out of his skin. Trying to dig Matt Murdock's heartbroken eyes out of his head.] So, you know. I'd sympathize with sleeping with a thousand strangers, though—
[He stops. Sighs.]
I have an idea. A horrible idea, that'll probably end badly for both of us.
i dRANK ALL OF IT. EVEN YOUrs
But justice is more important to Odin than pretty much anything, second only to his love for his family, and it doesn't sit right with him hearing about what she went through. His heart warms, and he smiles at Foggy, distant and fond, when he hears he stopped by to help, but it's... he just wishes he could understand a little better. Do more, maybe, to see eye to eye with how Foggy handles crime and injustice as a lawyer. ]
... She sounds like a very empathetic person, I think. Volunteering to help you with Mrs. Cardenas, wanting to understand more of Matt - you said she was your secretary, right? That means she works with the law like you do? I get it, man.
[ Thoughts of Poe filter in again. Empathetic, intolerant of injustice. More like the explosion next door than Karen, but. They share traits. He sighs. ]
I can understand falling in love with someone like that.
[ He goes quiet, nursing his drink a little more until he can't really justify not just knocking the whole thing back. He does, wiping his lips on the back of his hand, and then he sighs for a second time, looking up from the slouch he'd started to have against his chair.
He'd been dragging out addressing Foggy's mention of an idea, because... well. With the context of their conversation, it's not hard to take a few guesses at what the dude might be about to suggest, and he wasn't sure how he felt about those assumptions. He's impulsive and lonely enough to want to at least... see what this is, though, and against better judgment, he forges ahead. ]
Okay. [ Sets his bottle down again. He looks at Foggy with a kind of half-drunk, half-hyper-alert stare, almost challenging in its intensity. ]
What's your idea?
RUDE
Yeah. Yeah, she does, it's just—not. Quite the same way Matt and I do. [How to explain? He sighs.] I mean, she's the type of person who'd break a story to a journalist despite being legally forbidden from talking about it. She cares about justice, about doing what's right, no matter what.
[God fucking dammit he has a type. Foggy pours himself another shot, because. Well. God save him from people driven by a need to do what's right, to protect their city, to drag the truth out into the light. God save him from people who'd make perfect martyr material because, damn it, Foggy keeps falling in love with them, and it burns him every time.
He downs his drink.]
You could sleep with me, instead of a stranger. [There. It's out there now, and he meets Odin's alert-drunk-intense gaze with a steady one of his own.] I mean—if you want. If you're okay with that. We're both gone on different people, so there's not much of a danger of smashing what's left of each other's hearts there, but—
[He shrugs, looks back down at his drink, suddenly a little shy and regretful.]
God, it's a horrible idea. If you're not into it we can just forget I said it and keep on drinking until we pass out on this table and wake up with cartoon dicks on our faces.
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But he doesn't really want to think about Poe anymore, and as much as he loves learning about Foggy's life, that's what everything keeps coming back to. He watches him finish his shot, and he's not surprised by the offer. Flattered and completely at a loss as to why Foggy would want him, given that he's charming and established and intelligent and Odin's just kind of an asshole in a bodysuit, but. The offer's not really about Odin, right? It's about two kindred souls just kinda easing each other's heartache for a while.
He breathes out. ]
I mean, if I fuck you, I'm going to draw a cartoon dick on your face once you fall asleep, so. If that's your end goal, I guarantee you'll be waking up happy no matter where this night goes. But.
[ He scratches the back of his neck, caught between a kind of goofy, lopsided grin at the offer and some underlying nerves he can't quite squash. ]
You're kind. And charming. Passionate in a way that kind of makes my heart skip a beat. I'm... I mean, I'm game. If you are. Really game? Really game. Probably more game than I should be, considering what a horrible idea this might be. [ There's a but coming. ]
But - like - ypu can do way better than me. Even just for a night. Right? I'm not really-- worth much. Are you sure you'd want to do that with me?
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It's just that Matt weighed him, and the city, and decided the city was more important to him than his best friend. And it rankles, to know that. To have fallen in love with a man who would, without a second thought, die to keep his city safe, and never mind who'd be left behind.
He sighs. Odin deserves better than Poe and Foggy, really, deserves better than two people who are in love with somebody else.]
The cartoon dick is not worth getting if you're not fucking me beforehand. [Just saying.] You're a good person, Odin. You're passionate about the things and people you care about, and you're a lot braver than I would be. You're less awkward, even—you don't give half a shit that people might think you're unfashionable or melodramatic or anything. I don't know how that's not admirable, or worth something more than I can give.
[And underneath is Foggy's own quiet insecurity: that he's not going to be enough for anyone. That he's not enough for Matt, or Karen, or both of them. That he won't be enough even here. Compared to everyone else Odin must know, compared to this Poe guy, Foggy's certain he doesn't look like much of a catch. Come on: an ordinary, kinda awkward, broke-as-hell lawyer? That's hardly attractive to anyone.
And then there's Matt Murdock's name, carved into his heart.]
So I guess my question is: I'm sure I want to. Sleep with you, I mean. But I'm not exactly a catch myself, so I have to ask, I need to ask: do you want to sleep with me? Even knowing I'm in love with Matt and Karen. Because if not, like I said, we can forget it.
But if you do—I can call a cab. We can head back to either your place or mine.
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Man.
Man, screw that guy. Odin scrubs at his forehead to ease the headache that's starting to hit at his temples. He laughs, at least, when they're back on the topic of cartoon dicks, and he lowers his arms to the table to listen to everything Foggy says.
The compliments mean a lot. He's not sure if he believes them, but they make his heart skip and electricity hits his veins like the tide. He actually thinks he cares too much about what people think of him, maybe - he overcompensates, goes too far in acting stupid, purposefully makes a fool of himself before people realize on their own what an idiot he is when he's trying not to be. But.
Again, it means a lot. To hear Foggy, of all people, think so highly of him. He raises his eyes at the question, and there's a lot less hesitation in his voice than there might have been a few minutes ago. ]
You want me to sit here justifying why I might want to mess around with you? Or, like, why I'm attracted to you? 'Cause, like, I could, but that's forty five minutes we could be spending in bed. So.
[ He flashes a bit of an awkward smile, looking down for a minute. Thinks through what he wants to say before he says it, for once. Lets out a sigh when he figures he should meet some of Foggy's honesty with his own. ]
I'm really fucking lonely, man. I just want to feel wanted. I'm not after... anything. I just want-- something? Does that make sense? I don't know.
[ He scratches at the back of his neck, then stands up, sudden and all too quickly. Like he's done with this and just wants to go. ]
Your place. [ Poe's Odin's neighbour. ] C'mon, get your shit. You gonna be good to drive or should we hire a cab and make out in the back all the way home?
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Like, in both senses of the term.
Foggy just smiles back a little, almost shy. Tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, eyes bright with either interest or just the drink. Most likely both, if we're being honest here, because he's very drunk and he's not going to deny he's very interested.]
It makes sense. It makes way too much sense. [That's really the whole point of this, isn't it? They both just want to be wanted. If not by the specific (very specific) people they want, then by each other, which is a lot more achievable in Foggy's view. Odin wants him, that's easy to see. Foggy's okay with that. More than okay with that, and he's going to ignore the guilty little twinge of his heart that says, yeah, well, doesn't he deserve better than you, dick?] I want something too.
[Reckless. Maybe this is what Matt feels like, when he jumps off of rooftops. Probably.
Well, whatever, he's going to try his hardest not to think about him tonight. He stands up too, sways a little because wow okay, he did a lot of drinking tonight.]
I'm so not good to drive. Let's make out in the backseat of someone's cab instead, that sounds less dangerous and more fun. [Reckless, again. He flashes a grin, punch-drunk and also just plain drunk, leaning slightly with his hand on the table to steady himself.] We'll pay the driver extra.
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There's an ache when Foggy admits what this is to him - why does it hurt to be with someone who only wants him as a distraction when he's treating that same someone as a distraction of his own? - but it's easy enough to hide away under the steadily building anticipation for the rest of the night. He laughs, clear and loud, when Foggy is so willing to just act like a dumb teenager with him on the ride home, and he organizes transport to the porter and back to Foggy's place while the poor dude catches himself with the table.
He leads Foggy outside (and he forgets to pay, so like, hopefully Foggy still had the wherewithal to think of that) and there's a cab already waiting for them by the curb. Odin slips into the backseat and Foggy follows on the otherside, and once the doors are shut and the windows are up, it feels isolating. No more loud background noise of the pub. No busy streets. Just them in the quiet and the dark.
Odin takes a breath. He's a touch too tipsy to manage is volume control, so when he speaks again, it's, uh. Loud. ]
I'm gonna make out with you until your dong is just super hard!
[ He straight up puts his hand on that dick. Just straight up. Right there, in the cab, as the driver clears their throat and focuses on the road. Just fuckin' squeezes that bulge through Foggy's clothes. What's up. ]
Like-- just, like-- hell yeah, I'm ready to master the unclimbable heights of the magnificent Odin Dark! Okay?! You ready, bro?!
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He does not forget to pay. Unfortunately Foggy just drunkenly leaves maybe half his money on the table, because drunk Foggy is either the worst at remembering to pay or the worst at remembering he's on a budget, there is no middle ground here, and he practically clings to Odin much of the time. He only breaks away to let him climb into the backseat, but then he clambers in after him.
And—hokey that is a hand on his dick. Foggy chokes on a laugh. Bad Foggy. Stop laughing!]
Oh my god—yes, yes, you dork, I'm ready. I mean. [He grins a little, crooked and wicked.] Are you?
[Suave. He closes any remaining distance between them and just fucking. Plants a wet one, right there, on Odin's lips, slipping him some tongue too. Foggy Nelson: actually a damn good kisser, considering he's such a nerd most of the time—he kisses like he argues in a courtroom, like he wants to prove something, like he's hungry for it. He kisses like this might be the last thing he'll do and he wouldn't mind. He kisses hard, essentially, and when he breaks away his pupils are blown wide with lust and he's grinning.
Reckless.
He dives back in, and meanwhile one hand is just going to the seat of Odin's pants as soon as he can slip it under there. Oh, that's a nice butt, he's gonna squeeze it. You know. Test it out.
The poor fucking taxi driver up in the front is turning up the music now, because he's sure not paid enough for this.]