Pizza WarIt was time to begin your Friday night. A long week of morning classes at the local university in your small, college town and normally followed with the five to sometimes seven hour shifts you put in at your part-time job had come to a close. You had made it past your late afternoon, early evening commute and felt bushed.
Sunlight faded from your place much faster than you realized and with a dizzying headache and empty stomach, you realized it was time for some food.
Yes your wild Friday night was going to be spending the night in. You didn’t mind, though. Truthfully it was all you wanted, albeit needed more than anything. You had a paper that you needed to start on and some statistics problems that requires your attention. But those were going to wait until the weekend, which you also had free entirely to yourself.
So far your Friday had no agenda but staying in. You had already decided to postpone working on your assignments and mulled over whether you wanted to take a nice bath, watch some TV and/or movies, play video games, read, etc. The options were endless in your humble opinion.
Yet before anything could happen, the lightheaded feeling you have and the growling of your stomach reinforced that you were hungry. And very much so.
Cooking wasn’t something you did often, mostly because of how tired you always were. You simply never wanted to commit time to prepare a decent meal. Which was why you would often go out with friends or buy take out. You groaned inwardly at the idea of cooking and you had just made through traffic and the idea of going back out wasn’t appealing.
And then the answer was obvious. You’ll order a pizza. You pulled out your laptop from your school bag and went online to your favorite pizza hub. It was a popular little place, mostly among the college students and luckily had a website where you could easily order online.
You clicked away, selecting the size, the topping and sides, requesting the order for delivery as you were too lazy to head out to pick it up, and you wanted it as soon as possible.
Looking at the review of your order after having put in your address, you double-checked to make sure everything was right. Dragging the mouse over to confirm order, you paused, noticing the box above the confirm button, reading: ‘Special Instructions’.
“Special Instructions,” your voice echoed, wondering if that meant the delivery person had to knock somewhere other than the front door, or instructing the workers how you specifically wanted the pizza to be baked.
You scoffed, realizing how there was nothing special that you wanted nor needed. As you were about to click confirm, again you paused. Just as you were about to send the order through, a thought pricked your mind. It was silly but although it started out as a joke, you couldn’t help yourself.
Moving the cursor to the ‘Special Instructions’ box you type your request, smiling at how ridiculous it was. “Send your cutest delivery boy”. Before you could even change your mind, you swiftly clicked ‘place order’ and the confirmation receipt appeared on your screen.
Giggling to yourself at how absurd and unlikely the request would be taken seriously, you closed your laptop and switched on the TV. As the evening news droned on and your stomach continued to gnaw uncomfortably in your stomach, your request was all but overshadowed, practically gone from your mind now.
“Oh, got an order from the computer,” Thor said, his eyes fixed on the work computer.
“Delivery or pick up?” Loki asked.
Thor and his brother Loki were currently in the back of the pizza shop. It wasn’t as busy as other Fridays in the past, but the reason for that was likely due to a major football game going on at the university nearby. No doubt it would be a packed house much later in the evening.
But as of right now, it was Thor and Loki in the back, where the pizza was made, while the front of the shop was being watched by their co-workers.
“Looks like a delivery, Loki,” Thor sighed with a smile. “Want to draw straws for this one?”
“Tch,” Loki clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Must everyone be too lazy to come by and pick it up here?”
Thor chuckled at his brother’s comment. “We’re ones to talk.”
“Aye,” Loki concurred with a nod. “But we deliver all the time. Anyways, what’s the order and when do they want it?” Loki rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of pizza dough for preparation.
Thor’s face was once again to the screen, reviewing the order. “Medium cheese, a little thinner crust than our standard one but not too thin. Order as soon as possible. Simple and boring,” he finished with a shrug.
“Yeah, it’ll at least be easy to make,” Loki replied, looking down at the dough he was now rolling. “Get the address later, help me roll this thing–”
“Oh,” Thor intoned softly.
Loki stopped kneading the dough, shooting Thor an impatient look. “Did you not hear me? Help me make the damn pizza already.”
Another moment’s past and Loki stops altogether. He makes his way around the counter and to his brother whose eyes still on the screen but now a prideful grin on his face. Loki was ready to admonish his brother until his eyes found what Thor was looking at.
It was your request. “‘Send your cutest delivery boy’?” Loki asked, his face now filling with mirth.
“Wonder who this person is,” Thor mused, finally turning to Loki.
Lok shrugged, feigning interest. However in his head, Loki was just as curious and as someone who took his job very seriously, the same will go for your special request. He returned to the counter, now grabbing a rolling pin. “Got to get their order ready. Simple cheese pizza should take no time at all and I’ll be able to deliver it before it gets busy–”
“Who said you were delivering?” Thor interjected, brow raised.
“I volunteer, Thor,” Loki told him nonchalantly. “I am making the pizza after all.”
“Weren’t you just complaining about how we always deliver?” Thor asked.
“And didn’t you offer to draw straws?” Loki retorted, finishing rolling the dough into the thickness you wanted. His pale hand reached over to pick up the ladle from the pan that held the tomato sauce. He drizzled it onto the dough and began smearing it neatly.
Thor met Loki at the opposite side of the counter he was working on. “I’m going to deliver it, Loki,” he told him with resolution in his voice. But he was met with a deadpanned look in Loki’s eyes.
“And why’s that, Thor?” Loki asked, now sprinkling cheese onto your pizza.
Thor’s eyes lit up again, with a pleased look on his face. “The customer wants the cutest delivery boy to bring their pizza. It’s obvious.”
“Uh-huh,” Loki said, not meeting his brother’s eyes. He continued to play it off, but he secretly wanted to take the pizza to you. He wasn’t as egotistical as his brother but he did boast a subdued confidence and he personally believed that he was the delivery boy you’d prefer.
Finished with the topping and the prep, Loki grabbed the pizza paddle and slid your pizza onto it before sliding it into a warm oven to be baked. “Your seriousness is evident with how little you did to help me make the actual pizza.”
“Teamwork between you and I,” Thor enthused. “You made it and I’ll deliver it.”
Crossing his arms, as he waited for the pizza to bake, Loki said, “You’re awful with directions.”( To which Thor muttered, ‘Am not.’ ) “I’ll take care of it”, Loki told Thor.
“Why are you so insistent that I don’t take it?” Thor whined before he too began to suspect something. “Or better why are you so insistent that you take it? You hate delivering.”
“Not as much as I hate working here with you,” Loki said with a fake smile.
“You’re not answering the question,” Thor said. “Could it be that–you think you’re the cutest?”
Loki remained quiet, his eyes leering at Thor but eventually his secret was revealed as an impish grin stretched on his pale face.
“You’re joking,” Thor said, bemused.
“Why ever would I?” Loki replied, smile still in place. He opened the oven door to check on the pizza and it was finished. Removing the pizza with the paddle, Loki then noticed Thor stomp over to his side, hastily grabbing a pizza box and propping it up.
“It’s clear,” Thor began grabbing a non-stick baking sheet and placing it inside the box while Loki gently set it down. “I’m the cutest one.”
“According to who?” Loki asked.
“Everybody,” Thor said with a smile. In a way yes, Thor was more popular with the patrons that stopped by but that didn’t discredit the fact that Loki also got some attention similar to Thor’s, just not in a higher volume. Truthfully, those who visited considered both to be attractive compared to the other workers.
“Not to this customer,” Loki claimed.
“I will prove it to you and to them,” Thor said, determined, boxing the pizza up. Before he could take it however, Loki lifted the box off the counter, holding it out of his brother’s reach. “Give it, Loki,” Thor warned him.
“I’m delivering this,” Loki said, making an attempt to push past Thor. But he should have known better. Thor was much bigger than he was and instantly Thor wrenched the box from Loki, taking the receipt that was printed when the order was received.
Thor stormed away leaving Loki seething. Emerging from the back, the shop was still a ghost town while Thor kept the pizza in his hands made his way outside towards the delivery car.
He gathered his keys, which were in his pants pocket, unlocking the car. He slid the pizza onto the passenger’s seat and was about to seat himself at the wheel when a scrawny hand gripped the driver’s door.
“Give me the pizza,” Loki told him, fuming with conviction.
“Step aside, Loki,” Thor murmured and just as easily as taking the box, Thor got inside the car and shut the door, ripping it out of Loki’s hand.
Scrambling to not get left behind, Loki dashed to the other side and to his luck Thor hadn’t locked the doors yet. The dark haired brother opened the door and hopped inside, being careful not to sit on the pizza.
“Loki, this is crazy,” Thor complained while Loki moved the pizza and buckled himself in.
“I told you I was delivering it,” Loki snapped.
“At this rate the delivery will be late and the pizza will go cold,” Thor elucidated, hoping that Loki would give up.
But instead Thor was met with a pleased smile. “Then drive, already,” he urged, placing the pizza box on his lap.
Thor glared at his brother but heeding his own words of being late, Thor backed out of the parking spot. Loki read the receipt and in the navigation attached to the car’s dashboard, entered in your address. Both Thor and Loki were going to deliver the pizza.
You remained on the couch, resisting the temptation to take that hot bath you had considered taking since you arrived home. But the pizza order said it would be ready into twenty minutes and you knew that there was no way you’d take a bath less than that time, lest you wanted to answer the door in your towel.
The news continued, but you weren’t all that interested just wanted to have some background noise while you fiddled on your phone. You received texts from classmates and friends who were at the big football game of the season and while you told them to enjoy, you really didn’t care about missing out.
You didn’t even realize that twenty minutes and then some past until you heard yelling outside on your street. It had grown much darker outside, so through the window by your couch, you could just barely make out two figures emerging from a parked car. That was where the ruckus was coming from and you couldn’t help but assume that whoever they were had your pizza.
Getting on your feet and to the front door, you heard footfalls approaching from the other side, while the voices grew louder and more clear.
“Let go of the pizza!” one voice shouted in frustration, followed by the sounds of a struggle.
“Give it to me!” another voice boomed along with a grunt.
Cautiously you opened your front door and there you found two men fighting over a box of pizza. You then recognized them as workers at the pizza joint your order from. You have stopped by the shop before and recall seeing these two but never interacted with either of them.
It took a moment for the two to discover that you had answered the door. Once they saw their customer in person, Thor and Loki stopped their tussle and with eager smiles and each with one hand holding the pizza, extending it to you.
“Your pizza,” the black haired one said.
“Medium cheese with the crust thickness you ordered,” the blond one confirmed.
You eyed both of them in bewilderment, before shyly taking the box in your hands. The two however, both remained, faces looking hopeful.
“Delivered by the cutest—” Thor began.
“As you requested, the cutest delivery boy sent,” Loki interrupted, eliciting a chuckle from you.
“Let the customer decide, Loki,” Thor said through gritted teeth. And once more the brothers looked at you, keen on your response.
Your shock was evident on your face but the two delivery boys paid no heed, awaiting with bated breath on who you’d deem the cutest.
It then clicked. You remembered the silly request you sent in. You didn’t expect the pizza place to actually take you seriously, let alone send you two cute delivery boys. You only hoped that you had enough to provide a very generous tip.
And you thought your Friday night was going to be a normal night in. But you were happily mistaken. ;)