“Yes that is my name,” she smiled softly at him tgen watched him unwrap his hands, “Why do you not sleep often if you dont mind my asking Steve?” His question was a fsir one, “Dreams of my soon to be former husband.”
Steve shrugged. “I was comatose for almost seventy years, kind of hard to sleep after all that time.” Nightmares didn’t help, but Steve didn’t talk about that. Hearing her comment, he arched a brow, watching her. “I assume you mean Loki?”
“I can relate to that feeling,” she had been cursed with the same long sleep as Oden when Loki had changed into his darker self. When he asked about Loki she tried to keep her composure, “Yes.” The brother had once been the man of her dreams and kindhearted, now he was a monster that she had suffered too long over.
“What do you normally do to fill this time Steve?”
Steve hummed a little, nodding. He watched her for a moment. “It varies. Sometimes I workout, sometimes I read.” He left out other activities, like drawing or watching old movies. He was quiet for a long moment. “Thor tells me Loki wasn’t always so dark.” he mused. “I take it you can vouch to those claims?”
Juniper waited anxiously for a call from her sister. It’s hard having a twin who lives all the way across the globe. She went from talking to her every day, to staying up into the wee hours of the night waiting. Quietly, she tip toes out to the pool deck to get some fresh air as she hears the dial tone ring in her ear. No luck.
She notices a light on above her, with a man leaning against the railing. Steve. That must be the uneasy energy she has been feeling the past hour. It wasn’t uncommon for her to feel the anxious energies the night brought on. Her cellphone finally clicks, and her sister mumbles something. She is just going to have to wait. Turning around, she heads back into the compound and up the stairs toward Steve’s room.
Steve was quiet as he looked out at everything, lost in his memories, thinking of what he had missed while he’d been in the ice. He liked to think they had lived happy lives once they were home, that the war had ended and they had been able to go back to their families and live on. He looked at his glass, sighing softly. He paused when the door to his floor opened and turned enough to look over his shoulder at where Juniper stood. “Why are you up so late? Sister not call?” he asked, taking another sip from his glass.
Juniper laughs lightly as Steve asks about her sister. He knows her too well. She notices the drink in his hand, the crystal glass almost empty. He’s having one of those nights. Her smiles fades a little, wishing she could take is pain. “No, she’s probably off with a guy she just met. I’ll try again tomorrow.” She shuffles her feet awkwardly. Unsure of what to do next, she looks around his room. Normally it’s neat, but tonight the bed was unmade, there were papers scattered on the floor. “Can I come in?” she asks sheepishly.
Steve watched her for a moment, nodding a little. It was a feeling he was kind of familiar with. Or at least one he recognized. Before the serum, before the war, Bucky would disappear until the really late hours with various men and women. Steve would worry until Bucky came home, and only when Bucky was safe did he feel like he wasn’t quite as alone. The thought of the brunette made him sigh and take another sip, looking back out and waving with a hand that she could come in. “Nothing wrong with a little company.” he mused.
Loki tugged on the blond hair, allowing Steve to press him back against the wall and press their bodies together. “Of course you have my interest.” He smirked, pressing his lips hard to the captain’s. “I may stay a few more days, explore just how long I can make my marks stay on you.”
Steve tilted his head back as Loki tugged, giving a low moan at the sensation. “We’ll have to see how long I can leave marks on you, too.” he breathed huskily, kissing back just as hard as a hand moved to tease at the god through the pants he wore. “You’re welcome to test how long you can leave your marks, feels good when you make them.” he murmured as he broke away, hand unashamedly brushing between Loki’s legs.
Loki grinned and pressed his hips into Steve’s fingers. “My darling captain, do you find yourself in need of some release?” He asked, moving his fingers to dig into the round globes of the captain’s ass.
“Something like that.” Steve answered vaguely, giving a little smirk and leaning to brush his lips against Loki’s. “Unless you’d rather wait until tonight for some more fun.” He teased.
Juniper waited anxiously for a call from her sister. It’s hard having a twin who lives all the way across the globe. She went from talking to her every day, to staying up into the wee hours of the night waiting. Quietly, she tip toes out to the pool deck to get some fresh air as she hears the dial tone ring in her ear. No luck.
She notices a light on above her, with a man leaning against the railing. Steve. That must be the uneasy energy she has been feeling the past hour. It wasn’t uncommon for her to feel the anxious energies the night brought on. Her cellphone finally clicks, and her sister mumbles something. She is just going to have to wait. Turning around, she heads back into the compound and up the stairs toward Steve’s room.
Steve was quiet as he looked out at everything, lost in his memories, thinking of what he had missed while he’d been in the ice. He liked to think they had lived happy lives once they were home, that the war had ended and they had been able to go back to their families and live on. He looked at his glass, sighing softly. He paused when the door to his floor opened and turned enough to look over his shoulder at where Juniper stood. “Why are you up so late? Sister not call?” he asked, taking another sip from his glass.
Steve didn’t sleep often, and tonight was one of the nights where his mind was wandering about those he had lost. Tonight, after pouring a drink despite his inability to get inebriated, he found himself sitting on the open patio, blue eyes watching the lighted pool and out beyond the compound, quiet as he thought. Lost in his own mind, he didn’t note the time ticking by as the sun set and the moon rose up from the horizon.
“Yes that is my name,” she smiled softly at him tgen watched him unwrap his hands, “Why do you not sleep often if you dont mind my asking Steve?” His question was a fsir one, “Dreams of my soon to be former husband.”
Steve shrugged. “I was comatose for almost seventy years, kind of hard to sleep after all that time.” Nightmares didn’t help, but Steve didn’t talk about that. Hearing her comment, he arched a brow, watching her. “I assume you mean Loki?”
Sigyn was awake, she wasn’t quite use to the midgaurdian time change, it messed with her body. Walking the compound she was still under house arrest until SHIELD cleared her for outings. It would be a while with Loki missing, or so they had told her. Hearing the bag swinging on the chain as she entered the workout facility she walked toward the noise. Watching him a few moments she cleared her throat, “Can’t sleep either?”
Steve turned a he heard the woman speak, eyes taking her in. “Don’t sleep much, actually.” he replied. “You’re…Sigyn, right? Thor mentioned you.” he said, unwrapping his hands. “What has you up late?”
Loki tugged on the blond hair, allowing Steve to press him back against the wall and press their bodies together. “Of course you have my interest.” He smirked, pressing his lips hard to the captain’s. “I may stay a few more days, explore just how long I can make my marks stay on you.”
Steve tilted his head back as Loki tugged, giving a low moan at the sensation. “We’ll have to see how long I can leave marks on you, too.” he breathed huskily, kissing back just as hard as a hand moved to tease at the god through the pants he wore. “You’re welcome to test how long you can leave your marks, feels good when you make them.” he murmured as he broke away, hand unashamedly brushing between Loki’s legs.
Loki reached out and tangled his long fingers in Steve’s blond hair. “Well Steven, I still feel the need to travel but you have my interest, so I shall travel for a few days then allow you to call me back for the same amount of time. If you keep me interested I may just stay longer and let you call me yours. Maybe I shall even keep my lust just in your bed.”
Steve wasn’t sure why, but he moved to push Loki backwards to the wall, pressing his body close. “So I have your interest?” he mused, one hand moving to rest at Loki’s waist. “I think that sounds reasonable, provided you do come back when I call for you.” he replied, leaning closer. “And when should I expect you to leave?”
Loki leaned into Steve’s touch, allowing it. “Certainly not, if it could be helped. Though I believe I have what is called, “wanderlust” in my blood and veins.. and have never been able to stay in one place for long or with just one lover. However, I may be willing to compromise with you, dear captain.”
Steve leaned a little closer, blue eyes locking on green as he did so, humming. “And what kind of compromise would that be, hmm?” he asked, moving closer still as memories of the night before flashed in his mind. “What did you have in min?”
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