Love In Odd Places (Steve Rogers x Loki) (BoyxBoy)

You'll Never Understand

  I stood at the Bifrost along with my mother, Thor, Odin, and Heimdall waiting to be sent away to my new home. I still didn't know where I was going and Odin seemed to be taking his sweet time prolonging the announcement.
Finally my patience ran thin and I sneered at the old man, "Are you going to stand there all day, old man? Stay any longer and you might turn to stone."
Odin scowled at me, "Fine, if you are that eager to be rid of us."
"I'm eager to be rid of you and this pathetic place."
Odin shook his head before looking at Thor. "The time has come to decide where Loki shall now call home. Thor, as you are to be the next king I have decided to let you decide where your brother shall be banished to."
Thor nodded and turned to gave me a small smile. "Thank you, Father. I have decided that Loki shall spend out his days on Midgard where he will be watched over by the warrior Steve Rogers."
I groaned and Frigga gave me a disapproving look. I rolled my eyes and nodded, "Because sending me to Midgard is such a great idea, Thor, thank you."
My brother looked at me, his blue eyes full of sadness. "The captain will take care of you, Brother. He will give you shelter and food-"
"I could give two shits to what that pathetic midgardian could do for me. I do not need his help, nor do I need help from you, Brother."
"Please, Brother, this is as hard on me as it is on you," Thor pleaded with me.
I knew I was being an ass to him when all he was doing was trying to help me, but I couldn't bear to let the oaf help me. I didn't need his help. I didn't need anyones help. I could do just fine on my own.
You mean like last time?
I shook my head. I needed to ignore the voice. It was unusual that the voice would speak to me when I wasn't alone, but I managed to make pretend that I wasn't hearing its whispers.
Apparently Odin got tired of talking because he turned to Heimdall with a nod. "Loki Odinson, you are hereby banished to Midgard where you will spend the rest of your days living amongst the humans you so desperately tried to destroy. Heimdall, whenever you are ready."
I took my place in front of the Bifrost ready to bet cast out of the realm I knew of as home. Frigga hugged me before stepping back to stand beside Odin. Thor stood beside me, he was to go with me so he could lead me to my captor, the super soldier.
Heimdall got the Bifrost ready before sending us down to Midgard.

I stood in the midgardian's house and decided I already hated it here. It was too small for barely one average sized man, I do not understand how the super soldier managed to fit himself into the cramped space.
Thor didn't stay around long after he brought me to this pathetic excuse of a home, choosing instead to go find his precious mortal.
Currently, the man out of time was showing me to my room and I was wishing for the cells in the dungeon. The room was a bit smaller than the living room/kitchen, making me surprised to see that a bed, wardrobe, and night table could fit in the tiny room.
"This will be your room for your stay. I know it's not big and it's not much, but it'll do. Thor didn't tell me what you liked so I only got the essentials, but if there's anything you'd like we can get you it." The midgardian looked at me, his blue eyes friendly but a little closed off.
I looked around the room again, "So this shall be my prison. I must say, the cells in Asgard are much better. At least they're bigger."
"It's not a prison, Loki. Thor said your only punishment was that you were banished. I'm not here to be your prison guard or your babysitter. I'm just here to help you figure out how to live here on Earth."
Might as well be a prison, I thought.
Instead of saying this I scowled at him, "I guess it will do for now."
My words seem to please the super soldier because he smiled at me, "Great. I'm going to go make dinner, is there anything you want?"
"And what makes you think you're midgardian food would please me?" I sneered at the man.
He sighed, why do I get the feeling he does that a lot? "At least give it a try. If you don't like it I'll talk with Thor and see about getting you food from Asgard."
I rolled my eyes and went to sit on my new bed. It was soft enough, almost as soft as my bed in Asgard. "Fine, I'll give it a try."
The captain smiled, "Great. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." He turned to leave the room and I let my body begin to relax a bit. Before he even left the room, however, he turned to smile at me, "Oh, and Loki? If there's anything you want let me know. I want you to be comfortable here. This is your home as well as mine."
I nodded, hoping it was a good enough answer to please the soldier. It was for her turned and left the room, leaving my to myself.

About an hour later the captain stuck his head into the room, "Dinners done."
I was laying on my back on the bed with my eyes closed, "I am not hungry"
I heard him come into the room to stand in front of me, "Loki, you need to eat something."
I opened my eyes and sat up, glaring up at him as I said, "I told you, I am not hungry."
His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked down at me with those shinny blue eyes of his. "Loki, I understand this isn't the kind of place you are used to. I also understand you would rather be anywhere but here. But you need to eat."
I laid back down and closed my eyes, ignoring the man hoping he would leave. He didn't. I heard him sigh, again, before he said, "At least come sit with me. There's something I want to discuss with you."
"Must I?"
"Yes, you must. Now, you can either come free of will, or I'll be forced to drag you out. Your choice."
I opened my eyes and sat up again, glaring at the muscular man, "You wouldn't dare touch me."
He smiled at me, "Oh, trust me, I would."
I growled at him but stood up and brushed by him leaving the room. Whatever concoction the super soldier had created it at least smelled decent. The midgardian followed me into the room and went to the counter where the food was sitting. He got a plate and loaded it up with what I assume is food.
He smiled at me, "It's meatloaf and macaroni and cheese. All my ma's homemade recipe. I can't stand the new boxed macaroni so I've taken to using what my ma taught me."
I walked over to stand beside him and looked at the food. "And what, if I may ask, is in this 'meatloaf?'"
"Well, I put hamburgers as the meat, obviously, along with milk, eggs, bread, ketchup, garlic salt, onions, and peppers."
I nodded and the captain handed me a plate. I groaned to myself before putting the loaf of meat onto the plate along with the macaroni and cheese. The super soldier went and sat down at the table and started eating. When he saw me standing there he gestured to the other chair.
I eyed the chair suspiciously, wondering if it was stable to sit on, before going over and sitting down. To my surprise it didn't break. I set the plate of food on the table and looked at the food. Resigning myself to my fate, I took a small fork full of the meat before taking a bit. The different flavors assaulted my taste buds and I was surprised to find it actually taste...good.
The captain smiled at me when I took another bite, this time bigger. "So, does it meet your approval?"
I nodded, "It will suffice."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us just enjoying the food instead of talking. After our plates were almost empty the soldier looked at me and said, "So, we need to lay out a few ground rules."
I looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "I thought you said this was not a prison, Captain."
"You're right, it's not. But we do still need to discuss some house rules, just things to make living with each other bearable."
I nodded, "Alright."
"First," he started, his blue clear eyes met mine as he spoke, "you need to communicate with me. I know that's going to be a struggle but you need to talk with me."
I scowled, "Why would I want to talk with you?"
"Well, for starters you don't know anyone here besides me and the other Avengers; and let's face it most of them hate you. So you're gonna need someone to talk to. On top of that, you're going to need to tell me if you are ever having issues. The only way this is gonna work is if we communicate with each other."
"And if I choose not to?"
The captain shook his head, "You need to, Loki. I understand all this is hard but-"
I slammed my fist down on the table and glared at him, "What do you understand, Captain? You could never possibly understand what it's like. To be ripped from your home. To find out your whole life has been nothing but a complete utter lie. To be tossed into an abyss by your brother. To hate yourself for being the monster that everyone knows you are. You do not understand anything, and don't you dare pretend to know anything!"
I was breathing hard when I finished speaking, and the man out of time just sat there, watching me, waiting for me to be finished before he spoke, "You may not think it, Loki, but I do understand. I do know what it's like to be ripped from my home. You said it before, I'm the man out of time. Did you forget that? I'm not in my own time anymore. Sure I'm from around here, I grew up in Brooklyn, but now everything's changed. These aren't the streets I grew up on anymore. Everything is all electronic and different. So yeah, I do understand that.
"I also understand being tossed into an abyss, on two different occasions. Granted it wasn't me who fell, not at first. I couldn't reach my best friend, my brother, in time enough to save him and he fell. Unlike you, though, he can't come back to me. The other time, well, it wasn't an abyss but I did fly a plane into the water where I was frozen for seventy years.
"On top of that, I understand what it's like to hate yourself. For years I hated how weak I was. I would constantly get beaten up for how small I was. I had asthma and was constantly sick. Most the time Bucky had to come and save my ass from being beaten up in the alleys because I couldn't finish my own fight.
"I may not understand everything about you, Loki, but there are things I do understand. I get this is hard for you. You are going to have to learn how to live your own life in a place you don't understand. But trust me, I've been in that place, I still am. Maybe together, you and I can learn this world and learn how to function." He settled his blue eyes on mine as he finished talking.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I did need his help if I was going to survive living on Midgard. I also knew, even though I've given the captain no reason to help me, he still wanted to help. I looked away from him and closed my eyes. "There are things you will never understand no matter how hard you try, Captain, and I am one of those things. Please, do not concern yourself with my needs. I'm capable of figuring things out on my own."
The captain shook his head as he finished his food before getting up and going to the sink. "You can't just do it on your own, Loki. You don't understand this world."
I shook my head and rolled my eyes, "I understand this world perfectly fine."
The super soldier turned around quickly and glared at me, "Oh yes, you understand it so well that you thought you could rule this world by force and fear. You understand nothing of Earth. You can't just make everyone bow down to you and make them do anything and everything that you ask of them."
"I am a king, they should bow to-"
"Not here! You are not a king here. Especially here in America. Here we vote who we want to help us achieve the best way of life. You can't march in here and tell me you understand the workings of this planet, this country. Do you even realize that it's going to be difficult for you here? Everyone knows who you are." I smirked at that and the captains glare hardened, "It's not in a good way either, Loki. People hate you. Everyone knows what you did and they hate you for it. I'm trying to help you because it's the right thing to do. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for Thor."
"Of course it's for Thor," I sneered at the mortal. "Everyone always does what that oaf asks of them."
He sighed and turned to start putting the food away and washing the dishes. "That's not it at all, Loki. I could have told Thor no, I almost did, but it wasn't the right thing to do. You deserve a second chance, if not on Asgard, here on Earth."
"I won't change my ways just to please you and other mortals."
"I'm not asking you to change anything, Loki. I believe in justice, and sometimes that justice is better served by taking responsibilities for your actions."

"And what," I asked the captain, my green eyes watching him as he moved about the kitchen washing dishes, "would you suggest I do to take responsibilities?"

He shrugged, looking at me over his shoulder a bit. "I don't know. Help clean up? There's still a lot of building in repair for the damage you caused and there's still rubble all over the streets. You can help there volunteering. You did cause the mess."

"You would have me partake in commoners work?"

"Well, you are the reason all this cleanup is needed."

I stood up quickly almost knocking the chair over, "I was not the only cause!"

The captain turned around, water and soap dripping from his hands. "You're right, you weren't. However, unlike you, we've all done our part to help make up for it."

I glared at the captain and started walking away, "I will not be made to do the work of a commoner. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going back to my cage."

The soldier didn't say anything to me, didn't even move to stop me. I walked to my room and slammed the door behind me before sitting on my bed running a hand through my black hair. Why did my oaf of a brother place me here with this righteous man? How could he even think this was a good idea? When I see that oaf again I will make sure to strangle him.