Author: Sophia Dreith
Fandom: Boardwalk Empire & Thor
Pairing: Loki/Lucky Luciano/Arnold Rothstein
Summary: Tom felt the blow to the back of his head and the world was suddenly in slow motion. The hit hadn't hurt in the slightest, but he felt something bubble up inside of him and turned to the man behind him holding the wooden club. "That... was a mistake."
Notes: This fic was created from multiple prompts I found on Norsekink.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Arnold had never considered himself an impulsive man. So why he was sitting in the back of his Cadillac driving the four blocks it took to arrive at Charlie's home, he was unsure. After Meyer had left yesterday, he'd thought about what he wanted to do. Charlie had come in that night and the two of them had shared pleasure with just their hands but it had been enough to take the edge off for today.
Arnold wondered, not for the first time, what this man looked like. Wondered if he was some young nubile thing half Arnold's own age and prettier than the most famous of movie stars. Arnold's fists clenched unconsciously at the idea. But he'd find out soon.
His driver pulled them up in front of the stately brown stone Charlie had purchase a year ago. Arnold remembered fondly telling Charlie about the home when it had gone up for sale. Charlie had still been living in the poorer Italian part of town and he hadn't actively been looking for a new house. Arnold had showed him the home and had given his advice on the property and Charlie had snapped it up, as Arnold knew he would.
His driver parked the car and came around and let him out. Arnold indicated he should stay with the car and that he wouldn't be long. Seconds later he had ascended that stairs and knocked on the door.
The door opened showing the weathered face of Johns, Charlie's butler, “Mr. Rothstein, How good to see you. I'm afraid Mr. Luciano isn't here right now.”
Arnold stepped into the home, “That's quite alright, I just came to pick something up. Charlie left an important document on his desk but he was called away and I was on my way home from a lunch anyway so I decided to stop by and just pick it up myself.”
If Johns thought anything suspicious of someone of Rothstein's stature and wealth stopping by one of his employees homes like some sort of common errand boy, he was well trained enough not to show it.
As it was, he was about to offer to escort Rothstein to the office but Arnold beat him to it, “I know the way to office, I don't want to keep you from your duties.”
Again the man nodded and said nothing about the strange situation. Arnold turned to go down the hall towards the office but turned around again to address the dark skinned man, “Is Tom Marriston here?”
Johns' face gave away nothing, “Yes, he's in the library.”
Arnold nodded before making his way to the office. He came around the desk and casually looked over the papers there before taking one of the many sheets of paper and putting it in his jacket. Just as the wealthy man was about to leave for the library, he noticed a difference in the room. He turned back to the built-ins behind the desk. It took him a second to realize that where there were now cabinets, there had been open shelving. Arnold recognized the craftsmanship as Murphy's work. The Irishman had done work in his own home before. He opened the one on the left and the shelving that had been there before remained with all of the nicknacks and books still in their place. Arnold shut the doors before turning to the other. He tried to open it but the damn thing was locked.
Arnold made it his business to know everyone else's business and he was annoyed by the cabinet.
“Johns! Please come here a moment?”
The man appeared in seconds, “Yes sir, Mr. Rothstein, what can I do for you?”
“Open this cabinet.”
“I'm sorry sir I can't. Mr Luciano has the only key.”
Arnold's mouth twisted in annoyance but he nodded accepting the answer and left the room to head towards the library looking for the mysterious Mr. Marriston.
The french doors were open to the hallway from the Library and there was a fire going in the room, warming it further from the chill of autumn. He stopped in front of the doors and looked inside. The man was, for lack of a better word, stunning. He was only clad in his shirt, pants, and waistcoat. The pants and waistcoat were grey with a hint of green plaid and his shirt was also a Forrest green. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows giving Arnold a good view of the man's pale skin and his long elegant fingers as he held the book in front of him.
His dark hair was swept away from his face and ended in a riot of curls at the base of his neck, far longer than the current fashion but it worked for him. It was then that the man looked up, noticing his observer for the first time and Arnold understood the abundance of green in the clothing. The man's eyes were an unearthly shade of green that looked to glow in the firelight and his lips were a scarlet red that women would kill for.
AR supposed that if he were to be usurped, he was glad it was for someone who looked like this but he was unwilling to accept defeat. Though, he must have been staring too long because Tom's voice startled him out of his reverie.
“Can I help you?”
“Are you Tom Marriston?”
“Yes, I am.”
Arnold crossed the threshold into the room and came to sit on the chair directly in front of the man, “What is your relationship with Charles Luciano?”
Arnold was sure the Tom blushed, “Mr. Luciano is my patron and he is helping me to find a job.”
Meyer had told Arnold that Mr. Marriston here had been living in Charlie's house for over a month. Somehow, AR figured Charlie wasn't trying very hard but he smiled anyway.
“Well, Charlie is a good friend of mine and I was thinking of inviting him out tonight for dinner at Leila Blue Supper Club.”
“I'll need to ask Charlie of course, but... That is-Who are you?”
Arnold cocked a smile. That wasn't a question he was use to receiving, “I'm Arnold Rothstein.”
The green eyed man looked pensive for a second, “AR?”
Arnold chuckled a bit, “Yes that's what Charlie calls me. You can call me that as well if you'd like.”
“I wouldn't presume-”
Arnold leaned in close to the man, “I don't mind at all.”
He was sure the dark haired man gulped lightly but then Arnold wasn't terribly good at being subtle.
“I'll tell Charlie later that I stopped by and invited you out.”
The other man only nodded and looked at him as he got back up and made his way out of the room and then out of the house. He got what he came for. A glimpse at his competition. Mr. Marriston was exactly his type, dark haired and lovely to look at. The wealthy man was honest enough with himself to know that had he not been interested in Charlie, that he'd have been after the green eyed man like a shot.
Arnold contemplated the situation during the short ride back to his house. He wasn't honestly sure what he wanted to do about Tom and the situation with Charlie. When they arrived he got out of the car and made his way back inside and upstairs to his office. Unexpectedly Charlie was there waiting for him.
“Hey, Charlie, I wasn't expecting you until later.”
“There's a TB outbreak in half my district near the docks. No one in or out and everything's closed until it dissipates. So I came back early with the collection.”
Arnold nodded as Charlie placed the fat envelope onto his desk.
“I'll deposit your fees into your account tomorrow.”
Charlie turned to leave when Arnold said one last thing, “We're going out to dinner tonight at Leila Blue. Make sure your Mr. Marriston is dressed appropriately for tonight.”
Charlie turned fully back to him and Arnold hid his smug look and instead sported his usual smile.
“Come now Charlie, you didn't think you could hide him from me forever did you? Quite the pretty piece you have there. He tells me you're looking for a job for him and yet he's been there a month. I should think that with your connections, you'd be able to get him something easily and he seems like a smart young man. So why does he never leave your house?”
“AR, I...” Charlie tried to work out his answer in a way that wouldn't anger his boss.
“Save it Charlie. I'm not mad... Well, not anymore. Just make sure your squeeze comes to dinner tonight. I want to get to know him a little better.”
Charlie could only nod and the man fairly scurried out of the room as fast as he could and AR just chuckled. Tonight would be fun.