Hellfire

What the eye can't see

Notes:

Hi everyone and welcome back!

It's 2020 and I hope you all had a safe and fun new years eve :)
Now here it is, a new chapter of Hellfire.

Hope you will enjoy.

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Loki woke up to another well-rested night, a smile on his face as he watched the captain's chest heave with every peaceful breath that he took. It was still early, birds singing their first songs of the day. He quietly moved towards the blond, getting as close as possible without touching him. He wanted to press himself against his chest, lie into his arms and close his eyes to the sound of Steve's beating heart.

In the end, he decided to settle with pressing his forehead against Steve's. It was a small connection, gentle and so easily broken. Yet Loki smiled as it was all his heart could wish for.

He closed his eye, intending to go back to sleep, but he couldn't keep his mind from wondering back to the previous night.

"Ten a.m., my lab. Bruce and I got a little something for you, so don't be late."

Tony's voice rang in his head, the playboy's excitement clear in every word. Loki tried to contain his curiosity, but, as always, it got the better of him. He looked at Steve one more time, pressing his lips against the tip of the captain's nose, withholding himself from giving him an actual kiss.

'Jarvis?' he muttered, making sure not to wake the blond.

'Yes, sir?' The AI's volume was brought down, making it almost sound like he was whispering.

'Could you please turn off Steven's alarm? I think he deserves a little extra rest after everything he's been through, would you not agree?'

'Certainly sir. Mister Stark has asked me to inform him when you wake up. He would like to remind you of your ten a.m. appointment.'

'You can tell Anthony I will be on my way, thank you.' With that the trickster got out of bed, stretching his lean arms and legs. He looked at his fingers, sighing as they were still to thin for his liking. Though he was happy to notice that they were not as boney as they used to be.

He took a shower and got dressed, wearing the captain's clothes which hang loose around his body. He didn't particularly like these Midgardian outfits, but they were better than wearing his bloodstained Asgardian garments. He wondered if he could ever go out and buy something of his own liking, though that would mean leaving the safety of this tower and his new companions.

Following Jarvis' directions Loki made his way through the building, his curiosity causing him to peek into all the rooms he came across. He made sure to memorize the sleeping quarters, kitchen and communal lounge. He passed an indoor bridge overseeing the gym, smiling and waving a little awkwardly as he looked down upon Clint and Natasha who were sparring. The archer casted him a confident and victorious grin, only to be taken down by the Widow the moment he lost his focus. It turned Loki's forced smile into a genuine chuckle.

Jarvis guided Loki all the way down towards the playboy's workshop, the smell of oil, grease and, for some reason, smoke becoming stronger with every step the god took. He gulped as he stood in front of the glass wall, Tony and Bruce working on the other side.

'Does it usually smell this... disturbing?' Loki asked as he saw one of Tony's projects go up in smoke.

'No, sir,' Jarvis opened the door for him, 'it usually smells a lot worse.'

'Well, that is just so reassuring,' he smiled at the two mortals, reluctant to walk inside as he was greeted by a robotic arm.

'Don't worry about DUM-E, he's just happy to see a new face,' Tony dropped his tools and removed his safety goggles. 'He's just saying hi.'