Hellfire

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Omg, I haven't updated in ages...
Sorry guys, hope you will still enjoy it though :D

Steve recovered faster than the Healers had expected, the natural balms and herbs used as remedy working wonders in combination with his super soldier serum.

'I would strongly recommend you to stay in bed, sir,' a young Healer said as she spotted the captain, who was trying to sit up. 'If you would like to use the bathroom I could give you a-'

'No, thanks, I'm good,' Steve gave the caring woman a quick smile, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed as he stretched his back.

It had been three days since he last felt the floor under his feet, the once gaping wound in his chest stopping him from leaving his bed. But now, now he was fully healed, or close enough at least.

It had also been three days since he last saw Loki, or the King. He wondered if the God of Mischief had come into trouble with the Allfather for giving him his meal, a heartbeat of panic shooting through his chest.

He placed his feet on the floor, taking a shivery breath as he stood up and found his balance. His first careful steps were supported by the Healer, but Steve soon managed to walk just fine without her.

'Well, look at you. Already on your feet I see.'

The woman and the captain looked up, meeting Thor's sky-blue eyes. Steve, however, was more interested in the raven god standing behind him.

Loki was pale, even more so than the last time the blond had seen him. The black circles under his eyes were accentuated by the shadows that fell on his downward gaze. He looked tired, exhausted, that single shred of energy that Steve had seen in his gentle smile three days ago long gone.

'I've been in bed for three days,' Steve straightened his back, his expression stoic as he felt a soft sting in his chest. 'I think that's more than enough.'

Thor glared at the captain for a moment longer, a smile soon taking its place. 'You amuse me, Steven of Midgard.' He placed a strong hand on Steve's shoulder, shaking it in jest. 'Well then, it seems like I will be leaving for Algor today since you are at full strength again.'

His grip on the man's shoulders tightened, his voice softer as he spoke, 'If anything were to happen to my brother during my absence, I will make sure you will never see daylight again.'

It was with this guarantee that Thor packed his belongings and headed for Algor, leaving Asgard for three full weeks. He had hugged and kissed his little raven goodbye, making him promise that he would think of him with every single heartbeat.

Loki had sent Thor off from the palace courtyard, Steve loyally at his side. The gates closed immediately as the King was out of sight, making sure no one would enter nor leave during the Allfather's absence.

'So,' Steve started as Thor's ship had completely disappeared in the sky. 'I know you planned on me to stick around but-'

'I have no need for you,' the raven cut him short, struggling to find the energy to speak.

Steve frowned as the trickster turned around and started to walk back into the palace. He decided to do so as well, following him through large corridors and up golden stairs from a distance. 'Look, Thor said that if I didn't-'

'Thor is not here now, is he?' Loki stopped at a large door and placed his hand on the handle. 'Now, if you will excuse me,' he turned around, eventually sighing as the captain's deep blue eyes stared back at him in confusion. 'Look, Steven, I am sorry for everything that has befallen you. I truly am. I shall try to deport you back to Midgard as soon as I can, but for now I... I cannot.'