A Different Line in Time || lostshieldandhammer
It was noticeably colder in this area of Midgard. It was so much colder that Loki was concerned as to why his exploration of various life would bring him to a place no human could survive. He carefully wandered for a while, his natural ability to handle Asgardian winters coming in handy as he walked, needing a minor spell to keep his hands warm. There were perks to being an adopted son. It seemed odd that just as he was ready to give up, he discovered some kind of wreckage. Green eyes curious, the god approached and startled for a brief flash when he sensed life.
More intrigued than ever, he moved to find the source, hid magic strangely stirred as he sought out one who could survive this kind of weather without magic. Finding his way beneath the surface, he found a hollowed ship, one end filled with thick ice. A downed ship wasn’t uncommon on Asgard, but the feeling that he was so much closer to life now than before brought him closer to the frozen block, green flames appearing around his jand to help him see. A quiet, sharp intake of breath as he realized that the life he sensed was laying underneath the ice and Loki moved to melt the ice away and retrieve the one trapped inside. It took much longer than he intended, but at last, he drew the young man out, brushing his hands over the body to check for any danger, finding it odd that there were none. The man was beautiful in a way Loki hadn’t seen in centuries, and he clearly needed help.
In a split second decision, Loki decided to bring the stranger with him back to his chamber in Asgard. He lifted the other and with his magic, called a way home. As he stepped into the room and Heimdall gave a single nod, Loki teleported himself and the unconscious man to his hall in the palace, laying the man on his daybed where he read, hoping some of the warmth from the sun would break the chill that had settled into the stranger’s body from the ice. He summoned a large, plush blanket to cover the blonde, setting the odd shaped shield nearby and summoning tea. He sipped at the tea as he waited, drawn to the other and curious as to his survival in a place no nan could live.
When Steve began to wake, he was shivering almost violently, as his body fought to rid itself of the water and ice in and around his body. Eventually, the shivering slowed and the blankets around him helped him become warm. He fell into a deeper sleep then and slept for several more hours before slowly waking, eyes opening, as he took in the room around him. He coughed, his voice hoarse and sore as he did so, trying to sit up.
“H-Hello? Where am I?”
Loki did his best to keep the young man warm, blankets and a couple of spells to help ease any discomfort. He had laid in his own bed aceoss the room, napping quietly when the sound of a voice stirred him. He opened his eyes, moving to stand and light one of the lamps for more light as the sun was still down but would rise soon. “You’re on Asgard,” he answered calmly. “I found you in a thick block of ice on Midgard, and brought you home with me.” He explained. “I am Loki. May I inquire your name?”
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