Lullaby(Thor and Loki's Sister)

Sweetness

It felt like tiny volts running through my head. All I could feel was the sudden chill of the room, the quietness was another. I swallowed slowly. My throat was dry. I slowly opened my eyes, almost feeling like glue was holding them closed. I must have been asleep for a while. I sucked in a sharp breath, the light hurting my eyes as I opened them fully, slowly rubbing them. My hands felt weak, but I knew where I was. It was my room in Asgard. It wasn't anything special, still decorated like I had it as a fourteen-year-old.  I could hear movement to my left, slowly I turned my head to see Steve asleep in the chair. He looked a mess, his blond hair all over the place and he was wearing the same suit from the party. 

"Steve?" I called out gently, seeing him shoot awake before he rushed to me. I felt his warm hands touch my face; the panic set in of what happened. "Fabian." I whispered, only for Steve to shake his head. 

"You shot him. You must not have realized it." Steve said gently, moving some of my hair from my face. "He was trying to knock you unconscious, wanting to kidnap you but everyone heard the gunshot." He spoke, breathing in a deep breath. "So, he is being held in a cell. He healed rather quick, but you did shoot him in the stomach." 

I closed my eyes again and sighed. "But what else happened? I don't remember shooting him." I said, looking at the captain in front of me. The man I had fallen in love with. 

"Well, you were rushed to the infirmary, the nurses took care of you and your head injury, after that you were brought back here. You've been asleep for a week." He said, lightly touching my hair. "And you need a bath." He said teasingly, making me lightly smack his chest. 

"I'll take a bath, but what will you do?" I asked simply, watching him slowly as I swallowed once again. Before I could speak, he held a cup of water to me with a straw. I smiled before drinking the entire thing, my throat soon feeling better and no longer scratchy. 

"Well, I will be figuring out the plan from now on. Everyone else went home, something came up. And now, I am here with you. Thor wanted to be contacted when you woke up." Steve said, moving slightly so he could move to set the now empty cup on a tray. "Do you want to try and eat?" He asked, removing the cover off the top of the food. It smelled divine. 

"Well, I could eat." I said, slowly sitting up and grunting a bit at the throbbing in my head. I sighed, adjusting my pillows behind me before leaning back a bit so I could eat some food. "What do we have to eat?" I ask, looking at Steve with a gentle smile.

"Well, we have pancakes, bacon and some syrup along with some freshly made apple juice. I asked the kitchen to do all this. It was always your favorite on earth." He said with a smile, soon setting the tray on my lap with all the delicious looking food. 

"It looks wonderful, thank you." I said, kissing his cheek gently before grabbing my fork and knife, cutting into the pancakes. I moaned at the taste of the pancakes. They were sweet and fluffy. Perfect softness and perfect amount of butter. "Their perfect." I said with a smile, continuing to eat the food. 

"We do need to talk about why he wanted to take you." Steve said gently, I could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. 

"He wanted me since we were kids. Wanted to marry me just to have the throne and an army." I said simply, continuing to eat more food. "But I always turned him down. I never wanted to be queen and with Thor becoming the next king, I think Asgard actually has a chance." I said with a smile. "Want a taste?" I asked, holding a forkful of the pancakes. 

Steve chuckled gently, soon leaning in to take the bite, slowly chewing. I could hear him groan a little at the taste. "Those are wonderful, but your better." He said, lifting my chin to his face, kissing with gentle, yet firm dominance. I smiled as I pulled from the kiss. "See, now your sweeter." He said, licking his lips. 

I couldn't get over what he was saying, something in me just made me jump for joy. Maybe it was the pancakes, or the fact he was the only one I wanted. 

"Marry me."