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

The Captain is Going To Hate Me

  When we got home I went to my room to put away my new clothing. There were a lot that I was excited to wear and would look for an excuse to wear it. I set the clothes on the bed and folded them before putting them in my dresser. Once all the clothes were put away I went to get the books that had arrived before we returned. It took a while to get the boxes into my room, but I managed it on my own. The captain had offered to help, but I had dismissed him. I didn't need his help to move just a few boxes of books.

I was organizing the books into alphabetical order by author when a knock came at my door. I didn't turn around bust simply called out, "It is open."

The door opened and I could hear the captain moving behind me as he replied, "So I've got a surprise for you."

I looked back at the captain who was leaning against the doorframe with his arm crossed over his chest. His biceps were flexed just a bit in a sexy relaxed way. I bit the inside of my cheek and broke away from that train of thought.

"What is it?" I asked him, glad I was able to keep the tremor out of my voice.

He smiled and shrugged, "Guess you'll just have to come out here and see for yourself."

I looked at the piles of books that surrounded me and my bed. I sighed and nodded, "I will be right out."

The captain looked at the books and nodded, "Why don't you just use your magic to put them away. You can do that right?"

I shrugged and stood up. "I like to put them away myself."

"I can understand that." The captain nodded and gave me a quick smile. "We'll be waiting."

As the captain left I stood up intrigued by his use of the word 'we'll' instead of 'I'. Curious, I left my room and went to the kitchen. As I entered the room, I froze upon the sight.

On the wall by the window was a new sketch that hadn't been there before. It was framed in a green frame that was ten by ten. I walked towards the drawing in amazement. It was a sketch of me standing on top of Stark Tower, dressed fully in my Asgardian leathers, the scepter in my hand. I stood, proud looking out over the New York skyline, yet there was an odd expression on my face.

"Who drew this?" I asked, my voice in a whisper.

"I did," came the captain's response from beside the stove.

I turned to look at him with shock, "You drew this?"

He looked at me and nodded. "Yeah, I drew it about a month after the battle. I drew it from memory so most the details aren't right, but next time I'll get it."

"Next time?"

The captain smiled and nodded as he went back to cooking. "I'd like to draw you again but I would need your consent, of course, as I'd like for you to pose for it."

I looked at the captain confused. "Why would you want to draw me again?"

"Why wouldn't I? Any artist can see you are a beautiful proud specimen that just needs to be drawn and shown to the world. I'd make sure to use color next time to make sure I capture the true beauty." The blond looked thoughtful as he thought about the next piece he'd create. I studied his features before looking back at the drawing.

"Why do I look lost?"

The super soldier shrugged, "I guess it was because I drew it after I learned about your true heritage and I felt like you were lost. Like you were searching for true meaning to your life after everything had been ripped away from you."