Authors:
undrscoredom2nd and vassaladyArist:
__hibiscusPairing: Loki/Steve Rogers
Summary: “I do believe I should start reevaluating you, Rogers.”
“Call me Steve,” Steve says. “Now, are you gonna teach me how to throw a punch or are we gonna have small talk all day?” This only widens Loki’s smile, although it is now less sardonic.
“I do believe I can understand why you often get into fights.” Steve bristles at this, throwing off his cap and then his coat, revealing that his shirtsleeves have already been folded until his elbows. He casts them both aside and stands in the center of the lot, beckoning him with a cock of his eyebrow.
“C’mon. Don’t go easy on me.”
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Loki is not knocked off his feet, but the Captain is still stronger than most; he finds himself staggering back. Captain America watches cautiously as Loki brings a hand up to gently feel the bruise that is already beginning to form. Loki frowns.
“How juvenile,” he comments and then leaves, disappearing from where he stood.
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There is little to say. Their last fight is meaningless now, dwarfed by the death of Steve’s mother. So Loki chooses not to speak. He wraps his arms around Steve, and, although Steve stiffens at first, he relaxes into Loki’s touch.
“It is not a weak thing to cry,” Loki murmurs. He waits, tense, for Steve’s reaction, but then he hears the first sniffles and the first drops land on his sleeve.
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Steve’s lips aren’t sweet or tender. He’s hot, hard, and salty. He kisses Loki back just as fiercely, his hands coming up behind Loki’s shoulders. Loki balls his fists in Steve’s shirt, tugging him away from the wall and closer to him.
Click on any of the above images to view a larger verson. This was drawn as a pinch-hit for
marvel_bang and I am so glad for it. This fic was so sweet and I can't gush about it without giving much away so I guess you'll just have to read it. :D 