Frozen By Love (A Stoki Fic) {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 11

Steve's POV

When I awoke the next morning, I had a splitting headache.

"Agh." I groan, getting out of bed, rubbing my face and ruffling my hair, yawning and stretching slipping my boxers and a pair of gray sweatpants on.

I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror and I stare at my reflection, wide-eyed and open mouthed, as I take myself in. Blood-shot eyes, disheveled hair, slack mouthed, and worse of all, hickeys. Everywhere. I groan. All the tell-tale signs of a night of sex.

"Everything ok?" I see Loki leaning, naked, against the doorframe of the bathroom while I look at the mirror, and he smirks at my appearance.

"Had a good night, did we?" Loki asks, not even bothering waiting for an answer to the first question he asked.

"Please shut up." I say, rubbing my face and pushing past him in all his glory, and 9 inches. "And put some pants on." I say, not making eye contact with him.

"Wouldn't it be better if I didn't?" Loki smirks.

"No. Now put some pants on, or no breakfast." I say. Entering the kitchen.

I feel Loki’s breath on my neck and before I can do anything I feel his lips on my neck, moving over already sore spots. "That isn't what you said last night. And I don't like being teased. And what do I do to boys who tease me? They get punished."

I feel a blush creep up my neck and I shrug him off, and turn on the coffee pot. "Loki, please. Just put some pants on. That's really all I am asking of you. And I was just kidding about keeping you from your breakfast." I laugh nervously.

"It's only because you don't want to get punished, isn't it?" A devilish grin creeps onto Loki's lips as he slips out of the kitchen and back into my room, where he is, hopefully, putting pants on.

I walk to take out two mugs, both black ceramic glasses I got as a house warming gift from Natasha. I turn and walk over to the white fridge beside the counter and open it, taking out the half and half and the milk, not sure which Loki use sin his coffee. If he even drinks coffee. I sigh.

"What's wrong?" I hear Loki's voice. I turn and see him, concern written all over his face wearing pants. Low-rise pants, but still pants nonetheless.

I shake my head as I turn back to pour the coffee into the two mugs. "I made coffee but wasn't sure if you-" I turn around again to get an answer from him.

Lips. His lips. Pressed urgently and hungrily against mine. Our tongues colliding with each other as Loki wraps his arms around my neck and my arms go around his waist, gripping the waistband of his sweats.

"Loki." I say as we take a breath.

"Shh. No talking, just kissing." Loki silences me once more as he presses his lips to mine once more, this time more passionately and deeper. Loki pushes me then, pushing me up against the counter, his tongue hungrily finding mine as we lock ourselves deeper into the kiss. I feel Loki's smirk as we kiss, as he plays with my hair, heat flaring up through my body at his touch. I push him away, breathing heavily.

"Aw, come on. You weren’t like this last night." Loki smirks, shaking his hips as his pants slide down a bit, revealing his V-line.

I shake my head. "I was out of it last night Loki." I snarl.

"You were straight as a pin my friend. And you enjoyed every second of it." He smirks again.

I look up at him. "Loki, enough. Please."

Loki opens his mouth as if he's going to speak, but he closes it, as someone fiddles with the door handle. 

"Cap, open the fucking door." Stark.

I walk over to the door and unlock the locks and slide it open a crack, yawning and pretending I had just woken up.

"What do you need Stark?" I rub my eyes for effect.

"Fury's calling everyone in." I see Tony look past me and he sees Loki. His eyes widen, his eyebrows rising in a questioning look.

"K. I'll be ready in a few. Are we suiting up?" I squint at him, avoiding the look.

"Might as well. Fury says we need to train more because apparently six basically superhuman aren't strong enough." Stark laughs.

I laugh. "Right. He's always on our tails complaining about training, you know him. Well, come on in, Tony. There's coffee ready if you want a mug. It should only take me a few minutes to suit up." I move away from the door, widening the gap enough for Tony to enter, as he looks about my apartment, his eyes meeting with Lokis'.

I don't acknowledge any of it and rush into my room before any questions are asked. I slip on my Captain America suit, and rush out of the room, knowing that Fury takes his training with the Avengers very seriously, plus he hates it when people are late. It infuriates him. 

I laugh a little to myself as I re-enter the kitchen, with Stark, who's finishing a mug of coffee, sitting across from Loki, who's looking at Tony like he wants to slit his throat.

"Ready Cap?" Tony stands, obviously feeling uncomfortable with Loki here.

I nod. "I need to talk to Loki for a minute."

He nods and leaves. "I'll be outside."

I turn to Loki. "I need to leave for however long Fury needs us. I need you to stay here, and do not destroy anything or anyone. Just watch TV or read a book."

Loki smirks. "I get all squirmy when you take control like that. Especially when you wear spandex. It does something to me."

"Loki..." I warn, my voice becoming harsher than I wanted it to be.

He raises his hands in defense. "Alright alright. I'll stay here, got it. I wanted to start writing a book anyway." He looks away at the last part, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.

"A book? Well, whatever you want to do. The laptop is in the living room on the coffee table. Power it up, and the password is 'America'." I grab my shield and nod to him as he laughs.

"America? America is the password? Come on, Steve, really?" He laughs and stands up, striding over to me.

"Hey, it was the first thing I could come up with at the moment that I knew I would remember." I shrug, pouting a bit.

"Don't apologize Steve, I think it's super cute." Loki whispers as he kisses me on the lips. I kiss him back but quickly pull away.

"Sorry, but I got to go." I whisper, looking at his pouting face.

"Later, then. I better get more later." Loki smirks, running a hand through his hair.

I laugh and turn away as I feel heat moving up my neck. "We'll see, L." I don't give him time to react to the new nickname as I leave, locking the door behind me. 

I walk outside and meet Tony at his black Thunderbird. "Ready oldie?" Tony teases as he gets into the car.

I shake my head and roll my eyes as I get into the passenger side and buckle up. "Let's get this the hell over with." I say as Tony nods in agreement, gunning the gas pedal and screeching out of the parking lot.