Control | Loki

The Game.

Chapter Five

"STEVE STEVE STEVE!" The room chanted, even baby Pete joined in, quietly making me laugh. Steve sighed and walked to the middle and pulled.

"Nat." He said and the entire room erupted in Oooo's, Nat just nodded and got up, they all walked to the stairwell, which was our closet, because there was no closet in the lounge, Tony timed them, and after 7 minutes, tony gave the knock and they walked out looking normal, except I saw Nat's lip gloss on Steve's lips, making me snicker. Next, we went with who Tony picked out of the hat, Bruce went and went in with Thor, we all know they probably just stood there awkwardly, soon enough my name was picked and I sighed standing up, Tony smirked shaking the Hat and I reached shuffling my hand around and gripped one, I pulled it out and everyone waited patiently as I unfolded, and read in Tonys writing one of the new names. I bit my lip and looked at the group of boys, and hummed.

"Loki," I said and everyone made the Ooo sound again, everyone except, my brother, Bucky, and Sam. "Come on," I said and we walked to the stairwell and closed the door once he walked in. "S-so.."

"So, what is the point of this mortal game? Seven Minutes in Heaven?" he asked.

"Well, the point is during the seven minutes we have the liberty to do whatever we desire, only in those 7 minutes, Usually what happens is Kissing or other deeds," I said and he looked off to the side. "We can just wait it out if you didn't wanna talk or anything."

"The point is to do whatever?" He asked and I nodded, he turned to me and hummed. "As you said before, What happens in the hypothetical closet stays there?" he asked and I nodded.

"Unwritten rule, yes."

"Very well." He fell silent and I was left confused about what 'Very well' meant in the context until I felt him touch my arm and pull me to him, I was surprised by the odd gesture, as his arms wrapped me in a rather gentle manner, his hand reached up touching my chin and raising my head to look at the rather tall god. "I wanted to thank you." He said and I found myself confused again. "You seem to care about my well-being so thank you." he moved down and pecked my lips, so soft, and so short, it almost felt traditional, like an Italian thing. We heard the knock, and I felt his arms fall from me and we walked out, both of us moving and sitting back down, everyone with expectant looks, but confused as we looked untouched from how we went in, minus the burning sensation in my face. I sat back down but unknowingly it was short-lived because when bucky went up a few rounds later, he pulled MY name.

"Kukla." He said my nickname with a slip of excitement and I heard the softest annoyed hum come from my left, I stood up and everyone watched us walk in, specifically Tony, and Steve, with looks that felt indescribable. the door closed with a click and suddenly Bucky was much larger looking to me, I felt myself becoming warm, burning because of the previous blood rush I had with the soft touches with Loki. "We don't..." He looked off to the side.

"The point of the game is doing what we want, so go ahead, I'm not scared of you Malchika," I said, I would be lying if I wasn't in the situation with James Barnes before, but the last time we were drunk, right now we were sober and both of us were emitting red cheeks, his metal arm touched my hip as he pulled me to him in an old fashioned flirt. his face came down and our lips made contact, and as they did I whispered. "But what happens in the closet stays there."

"Okay Doll.." he pulled me back into the wall and kissed passionately, I was gonna need a drink after this, his lips screamed dominance and I felt my body melting, but it was something else that surprised me while I made out with Barnes. Loki's face filtered into my thought stream, and I felt myself becoming more passionate as I kissed bucky at the thought of the other male, I needed to stop this but I didn't need to, there was a knock on the door and our 7 minutes had ended just as fast as it started and I felt myself becoming extremely guilty, it was a good thing it was the only one-time thing, and we established that after that night of drunken fun, that we weren't, both of us, wasn't ready. We separate and I made sure we both looked as though we did as we did when coming in, minus our beat red faces, after I walked out, I didn't immediately sit, that would mean being between the two men that made me the most flustered this evening, I walked to the bar and everyone watched as I poured myself whiskey on the rocks.