Hellfire

Don't let go

Notes:

Hi everyone and welcome back!

So my epic journey through Japan is now officially over (unfortunately)
This means that harsh reality of work, paying bills and cleaning the house once again present itself and I am just in complete denial and absolutely not ready for it ^^'

On a brighter note; I do get to be with my cat and bunnies again AND I can continue writing and posting this fic :D Jeej! XD

I would just like to thank you all for your patience and hope that his new chapter will be worth all of it ^^

Loki's mind was far gone as he wondered through the halls of the palace.

Why were his cheeks rosy, still? Why was his heart beating softly in his chest? Why was there a fluttery feeling in his stomach, small and timid, but unmistakably there?

Why was he blinded by sky blue eyes?

At first, the trickster thought he had hit a new low. A new level of fear for his brother which left his body to react in ways it never had. Blue eyes were always on his mind, always peering at him, nipping at his soul and sanity.

But these eyes were different. They felt genuine and kind, meant for summer, while Thor's were relentless and cold like the Eternal Winters of Jötunheim.

Loki eventually found himself in his brother's chamber again. He closed the door as softly as he could, making sure not to wake the Allfather from his indolent afternoon slumber. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress slightly caving under his weight. He glared at his brother from the corner of his eye, hating even the way in which he bathed in afternoon sun. He sighed and gently laid down next to him in the exact same position as before he left.

How he wanted to run. How he wanted to flee from the palace, from his brother, never to return. But he knew Thor would find him. He would always find him. And even the very thought of what his brother would do to him made his heart beat pump painfully in his chest.

'Loki,' Thor murmured as he wrapped a strong arm around his brother's waist, his breath hot in the raven's neck. 'Where have you been?'

'I needed to use the bathroom,' The trickster quickly lied. His slim body tensed as always at his brother's voice, his muscles sore at the constant straining. 'But I am back now.'

'Hm,' the short grumble the blond gave in return caused Loki to relax slightly, knowing that his brother was still half asleep.

The raven closed his eye as he was swallowed into the suffocating embrace of the Allfather. With his back pressed tightly against the thunderer's chest, Loki dreamed of those blue eyes again. He envisioned the captain, clear as day, on his knees in the darkness and cold of the dungeon, his body bound in heavy chains. He remembers even his scent, his voice and his smile. That warm, gentle and grateful smile.

Loki shook his head, forcing the image to fade away. Thor would never forgive him for looking at anybody else but him, let alone talk, or dream. The trickster knew it was ridiculous, but he even feared the possibility of Thor finding out what he was thinking of. As if the Allfather could peer into his mind.

Loki managed to find peace in the thought that it mattered not. After all, the poor mortal will find his end on the battle field in a couple of hours. The cold and forlorn plains of Algor shall bathe in Steven's blood.

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Steve stared at Loki's back until the heavy doors of his cell closed again. His heart was beating softly in his chest, his hands clasped around his cellphone.