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Stoki Whumptober Day 30: Now where did that come from? (sorry it’s so late! I made it long to help make up for it.) [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16][17][18][19][20][21][22][23][24][25][26][27][28][29]

Steve stayed abed for three days-- the longest, Loki was told, and by him no less, that he’d ever followed orders to relax for, and then only because Loki came down to spend the time with him.

If the other Avengers found this odd, they did not say as much to either Loki or Steve, and if they would have preferred their time alone with Steve during their visits, Loki would have been quick to go-- save that none asked.

And so, over the course of three days, he found himself in a myriad of odd social interactions with people he’d tried to kill or manipulate, and was surprised at how… simple it was. Easy.

There was some tension still, of course; none of them would pretend there wasn’t. However, the suspicion he’d expected, the derision or outright hatred? That was nowhere to be found. They were cautious, but varying levels of polite.

The widow was witty and interesting to talk to. She challenged him to a game of chess that he very much looked forward to, and Steve joked again about their combined likelihood of wrecking the rest of the team in any competition due to unfair mental advantage.

Barton came to visit, bringing pizza with him, and they broke bread and had beer, and while he was a touch skittish, it seemed that Steve’s presence had a calming effect on both he and Loki.

Banner came to check on Steve with his own medical knowledge, and to be certain that nothing was going awry, no bones mending improperly or anything. Not, he insisted, that he doubted Loki’s knowledge, but simply for his own peace of mind.

He and Loki and Steve had ended up discussing differing medical techniques from each of their own homes- Steve’s being so far in the past that half of it was forgotten, like, apparently, telling asthmatics to smoke for the good of their lungs, and forcing anemics to eat large helpings of offal to help their iron levels. In addition, Loki learned that Steve’s mother was a healer in his youth, which, Loki thought, explained much of his urge to help others and save those who needed saving.

Loki was more familiar with herbal and magical remedies, and though Banner insisted repeatedly that he wasn’t that kind of doctor, his knowledge of modern science based medical practices was fairly impressive.

And while clearly they all wondered where this was going, only Stark and Barnes were so bold as to ask directly.

Separately, of course, but with an amusingly similar lack of tact.

“So uh-- you guys hooked up on your little time adventure?” Stark asked, during a lull in his questions about the power outage and its cause. Loki would have spluttered had he not been trained in how to hide responses from years in court.

Steve on the other hand, had been in the process of drinking, and he genuinely choked on the water in his mouth.

Loki was up in an instant, patting him on the back and glaring at Stark, who raised his hands defensively.

“Just saying, you come back and you can’t seem to get enough of one another. You can’t blame a guy for wondering.”

“We did not hook up, we nearly died, repeatedly!” Steve protested, his face glowing red under the scrutiny.

“So that’s a no?” Stark asked, looking to Loki for confirmation.

“Stark, our lack of sex lives is really none of your concern. I care for the Captain, which I think is your real question. Beyond that-- we shall see.” Loki glanced at Steve to make sure he hadn’t overstepped, and found such adoration on his face that for a moment, it took Loki’s breath away.

“Oh. Yeah, well, alright.” Stark seemed taken aback, but recovered quickly. “I feel like I should… you know, give you a minute.” He got up and made his way to the door, and Loki followed him.

“I promise you, Stark, he is in good hands.” Loki said softly.

Stark shook his head. “I don’t doubt it. And call me Tony. Have you talked to your brother?”

Loki looked away. “I do not imagine he would take so kindly to this news.” Loki hedged, speaking softer still. “And I do not believe he wishes to see me.”

Tony shrugged. “I get it. I won’t say anything. But it might be worth seeing if you can fix the family drama. Family’s kinda important to Steve, after all-- I imagine he’ll want you to try, too.”

Loki felt a wave of anxious nausea hit him at that, but he just nodded and closed the door behind Stark.

He hadn’t even made it back to Steve’s room when the next knock came, and Barnes let himself in shortly after, not waiting for Loki to answer.

Barnes looked Loki up and down, crossed his arms, and met his eyes dead on.

“You and Stevie an item now?” He asked, point blank.

Loki sighed.

“Your people have so many ways to ask this question. I care for him a great deal, yes.”

“Buck? Stop harassing my guy and get in here.” Steve called from the other room, and that was that.

Barnes was far more interested in the stone, and the stories of the effects of it that Loki had suffered.

He seemed, grudgingly, to accept that long jumps were a bad idea, and that something like remaking his past was… perhaps not the greatest of plans. Especially given that he was closer to whatever Steve was than what Loki was, and he couldn’t handle it near so well.

He left, with much to mull over, and Loki relaxed into the idea that the stone might, at last, be safe.

---

At length, even Loki had to admit that Steve was well again. He healed fast and he needed no more rest-- he was back at the top of his abilities.

Which meant it was time to have their conversation, despite having had parts of it through others.

“So. You care for me, huh?” Steve asked, grinning.

Loki felt his anxiousness bubbling rapidly to a boil within him.

“I should hope that was fairly obvious.” He said quietly, carefully not looking Steve in the eye.

“It is. It’s just nice to hear.” Steve assured him. “Because I feel the same.”

Loki smiled and looked up, then.

“So, where does that leave us?”

“Not enemies, I hope.” Steve started, and Loki laughed.

“No, hardly that.”

“Would you consider-- in my time, we called it going steady. Now I guess it’s just… dating?”

“Is that the same as courtship?”

Steve flushed at that, and Loki smirked a little, charmed.

“Yeah, uh, I guess it’s similar.”

“Good. Then I would like to declare my intent to court you, Steve Rogers. If you’ll have me.”

“Oh, uh yeah. I don’t… know what courtship entails, but yeah, I’ll have you. And um, if you’ll show me how, I want to do the same. Court you, I mean.” Steve was adorably flustered, and it made Loki feel a little steadier on his feet. He stepped forward and took Steve’s hand.

“On Asgard, it’s gifts. Treasures and prizes won, deeds done in your name. It’s a matter of proving oneself worthy of the person they love, and making their partner feel wanted and adored.”

“Oh.” Steve said quietly. “That’s uh, nice, but you don’t have to buy me gifts.”

Loki tilted his head, then nodded.

“I’ll prove myself in deeds, then. And to that end, I would invite you to consider me, if not part of your team, at least at your disposal, if I can be of help in any matter that affects you or your friends.” Loki paused, then added, “So long as it doesn’t involve my using the damned timestone again.”

Steve cracked a smile at that, though he looked like he was thinking very hard.

“Is there anything in particular that you can think of you’d like from me?” He asked, sounding the most timid that Loki thought he’d been for this entire conversation.

Loki squeezed his hands reassuringly and lifted a finger to his lips in a pretense of thinking. “Hmm.” He said. “I can think of one thing, right now.”

Steve seemed to perk up a bit at that, endearingly eager to please.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Kiss me?” Loki responded, trying not to feel too shy or embarrassed for asking.

However, Steve seemed entirely happy to oblige.

It was a little clumsy, as if Steve had had little experience, but that was hardly a problem; by the time they pulled apart, Loki was panting a little and Steve had turned an incredibly fetching shade of pink.

They rested their foreheads together for a moment and just held one another.

It was an altogether perfect start.

And so it was that, a day or two later, when the Avengers were called out to do some world saving mission, Loki found himself following Steve to board the quinjet and report for duty.

He was stopped, though, with a powerful grip on his shoulder holding him back.

He turned to find himself face to face with Thor, and swallowed.

He’d been so happy with Steve, he had fully forgotten his once-brother was still on Midgard.

“Thor.” He greeted, cautiously but trying for politeness.

“Whatever this game is, abandon it now and return to whatever cave you crawled from.” Thor was stern and his voice thunderous with threats unspoken.

“Thor.” Steve’s, on the other hand, was commanding, and Loki looked up to see him at the top of the steps, one hand on the body of the quinjet. “Loki offered to help us. Same as you. Don’t endanger the team with your drama. That stays here, or you do.”

“I?” Thor asked, shocked that he should be benched in a competition between he and Loki.

It made butterflies flit through Loki’s stomach.

“You’re the only one who seems to have a problem with working with him.” Steve said simply, and Loki realized that was true. Even Barton seemed to be coming around; albeit on his own time.

Thor, clearly annoyed, brushed past Loki to board the quinjet, stopping beside Steve to drop a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“I hope,” Thor said lowly, “That you know what you are doing. Not everyone deserves redemption.”

Steve turned his head to look him square in the eye. “Everyone who wants redemption should be allowed to claim it.” Steve said, loudly enough for it to carry to both Loki and everyone inside.

Thor shook his head, but entered the plane with no further words, and Steve deplaned to take Loki’s hand in his.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly.

In honesty, Loki was shaking. But he pushed it down and refused to let Steve know how affected he was. He didn’t want to be left behind for it. “I am. Let’s go save your people.” He squeezed Steve’s hand, then dropped it to board their transport.

It was a fast ship, as fast if not faster than an Asgardian vessel, and it landed them at their destination less than two hours after they left.

“We’re about an hour outside of Lakhimpur, near the Ghaghara river.” The widow explained. “There are reports that SHIELD vehicles have been spotted around here-- Fury, however, didn’t send them, and doesn’t have any record of missing assets, which means we’re probably dealing with Hydra. And, it seems they are taking hostages, mostly in the medtech field. We’re going to find them, free them, and put a stop to whatever Hydra’s doing. And, on the off chance it has anything to do with samples they took from Steve…” She trailed off and looked from Loki to Barnes, “We have two experts on destroying that present.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Steve said, standing up. “We’re not too concerned about being quiet. I don’t want any innocent deaths, if we can avoid it, and no harming any landmarks, if they’ve taken over anything that might be culturally important. This isn’t our country, let’s be respectful. Everything else, though? Anything that Hydra is proud of? I wanna see it go up in smoke.”

There was a shared expression of pleasure at that, and Loki noted that Thor was, again, staring at him. He kept his eyes on Steve.

“Okay, so, we’ve got sightings on this road here,” Steve pointed on the map,”that leads into the trees. Locals who have tried to see where they go have not returned. My thought is to stage an ambush, steal a vehicle, work our way into the compound in disguise, and destroy them from the inside out. But, we could use a distraction, to get everyone scurrying. So, once we have the car, I want Tony and Thor overhead to give them something to focus on and something to fight. Stay out of range if possible, but draw their attention away from us on the ground while we get the lay of the land.”

Tony and Thor nodded.

“Bruce, Nat, Clint, you three are together once we get inside. I want you to get to the medical labs. Nat, get whatever you can off of their machines, and then wipe them, as fast as possible. You three have some Hindu and some Urdu between you, so you should be able to talk to the hostages. I want you to head up evac for the civilians. Loki, Bucky and I will handle the higher ups. And then on my signal, Tony, Thor, Bruce, feel free to tear it to the ground.”

“I like this plan.” Tony said, intentionally overly chipper, and there were scattered nods throughout the ship.

The plan went mostly as it was laid out. They took down the soldiers in the car and climbed aboard, Barton, Bruce, and Natasha donning their clothing and Steve, Loki, and Bucky hiding in the back.

Loki could hear the sounds of thunder just as they crossed the bridge that led up to the building their car had been headed towards, and the distracted Hydra guards let them in in a hurry.

Once parked, they split up to see to their assigned tasks.

Loki used his trick of diverting the eyes of onlookers, so that Steve, Bucky and he were all but invisible. They made their way deeper and higher up in the building, watching where the more decorated soldiers emerged from, and following that path.

The first problem arose when it became clear that some of the civilians were being held here, close to the officers, and not down with the others that Natasha, Bruce, and Barton were meant to be getting out.

“I’ll take them.” Barnes offered, once he’d broken the neck of one of the men guarding the cell, and Loki had buried a knife in the throat of the other.

Loki was quick to agree; though he had the Allspeak, he was loathe to leave Steve on his own, particularly after what a similar group had done to him.

So he spoke to the people inside, learned that they were the missing doctors, and told them that he was here with the Avengers, and the man with the metal arm would be leading them to safety.

“Just get them down to the other group, if you can-- I don’t want you trying to take them all out on your own. Meet up and help the others, so you have someone on your six.”

Barnes snapped off a sarcastic looking little salute.

“Yes sir, captain sir.” Barnes said, and Steve huffed and rolled his eyes, but smiled.

“How long have you known him?” Loki asked as they continued moving deeper into the Hydra hold.

“My whole life, really, save the part where we were on ice or brainwashed, respectively.”

Loki shook his head.

“It is a strange life you’ve led, my captain. Stranger than most.”

They found the room that was home to those in a position of command, and found them all on phones or huddled around visual feeds of Thor and Tony, raining down annoyance on them from above.

“But why?” One was saying. “They could be destroying us, why are they toying with us?”

“Because,” Said one man, who looked distinctly unlike the rest. Something about him reminded Loki of Barnes, when they’d first met. He was standing very straight, coiled and ready to spring, and he all but vibrated with barely contained power. Most importantly, he was looking directly at Steve and Loki. “Their friends are inside.”

Loki darted forward, immediately placing himself between the man and Steve, which proved to be a good decision. The man pulled out a throwing knife and Loki caught it, reversing it and throwing it back towards him. It landed, and he pulled it from his shoulder and let it fall to the ground as if it was no more bothersome than a fly.

“Steve, take care of the rest, they still have a hard time seeing you!” Loki instructed, squaring off against this one.

The man lunged forward, one hand still holding a knife, which he brought up and under Loki’s ribs, but Loki blocked it-- the blade bouncing harmlessly off of his bracer. The man’s other hand was empty but the fist that made contact with the side of Loki’s head may as well have been concrete.

Loki’s vision blacked out briefly, and he felt himself get stabbed in the side, but it didn’t seem to have done much damage. When he could see properly again, he wrested the knife free of the man and caught his arms in Loki’s own, turning it into a test of sheer strength.

And the man was strong-- stronger than a run of the mill human.

“He’s been modified!” Loki yelled for Steve’s benefit, the words coming out strained as he spoke through his teeth.

“I understand I have you to thank!” the man told Loki. “You left him, and they made me from part of him.”

Loki snarled and took the man’s legs out from under him, landing neatly atop his chest and pinning his arms with Loki’s knees.

“Shame it took you so long to find us; there’re dozens of men like me, now. Cut off one head--”

Loki felt another body crash into his back, but he stayed focused on the man beneath him. Loki summoned another of his knives-- the longer ones for close range fights, this time-- and slid it home through his trachea.

The man fell back and was no more.

Loki turned his attention, then, to the body that had fallen on him-- it was not Steve, which was all that mattered.

He found Steve at a bank of computers, holding a dead man’s hand to a fingerprint reader.

“A good trick.” Loki commented, as he sidled up to him. “I’m afraid I have some bad news, though.” He said, nodding at the man he’d taken out. “It seems we did not get every sample.”

Steve set his jaw.

“Yeah, I’m seeing that. Jesus-- there’s four of them here. We have to warn the others.”

Loki nodded, and watched as Steve inserted a drive into the computer, which then went to work, downloading files and leaving its own behind.

Loki used the communications device he’d been given.

“In case you’ve not run into them yet, there are soldiers as strong as Steve here. Three of them, at least.”

“Fuck!” he heard from Barton, and Steve shook his head but got the drive removed as all of the screens around him began to malfunction.

“Buck, you with the main group?”

“I’m here, the civilians have all been rounded up, according to them we got everyone. On our way out to the car now.”

“Great.” Steve answered.

“Bruce, you wanna go join Tony and Thor, maybe get a little green?”

“On it.”

“As soon as everyone’s clear, I want this place reduced to rubble.”

Steve said over the intercom, before cutting his mic.

“Then let’s get ourselves out of here.” Loki said. “Here, I’ll lead-- just in case they send more of those soldiers our way. I can put up a shield that covers more than yours.”

Steve smiled.

“Real glad you’re on our side, now.” He told Loki shortly, and dropped a quick peck to his lips. “Let’s go.”

Loki did as he said he would, erecting a shield and leading them to safety. They did not encounter the advanced soldiers, which he considered a mixed blessing, and by the time they gained the outside of the compound, the Hydra troops were attempting to fall back.

They let them, checked in with Natasha, and gave the destruction crew the all clear.

Without a car, and with the Quinjet parked on the other side of the wooded area, that meant they were on foot. But at least the company was pleasant, and the enemy was distracted.

“Not bad for a first outing.” Steve said, but his attempt at joviality sounded pinched.

“We will find the rest of these advanced soldiers.” Loki promised him, guessing at what was bothering him.

“Yeah, we’re going to have to.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, still looking distressed, and Loki reached out for him, taking his hand and marveling again at the warmth of him, and how well they fit together.

The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and he could see it in the slant of Steve’s shoulders. He leaned in and kissed him, really kissed him, this time, no quick mid-battle peck, and Steve pulled him in close.

When they broke apart, Loki was light headed, and Steve was looking besotted. He reached up to push some of Loki’s hair behind his ear, and froze.

Steve stumbled backwards, and Loki saw why: his hand was covered in blood.

Loki twisted and twitched aside the cape that was sticking to his side, only to see the knife wound he’d forgotten about earlier.

“Ah.” He said.

The lightheadedness, it turned out, was perhaps at least partially due to blood loss.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured Steve, pressing his hand to his own side with the bloody cape to put pressure on the wound.

And then, from the trees, the three missing soldier attacked, as if they had smelled his weakness.

“Awh, shit.” Loki heard Steve say, just before something was shoved over his head, and he was knocked unconscious.

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