Hellfire

Simple yet Intimate

Notes:

That moment that you see your story has 338 comments and you're just like .... :'D
Guys! Seriously! That's over 200! Even over 300!! basically what I am trying to say is thank you. So so much.
You are all beautiful. I mean, look at you. I would kiss you. If I could. But I can't. Cause internet...

but anyway! OMG FINALLY! A new chapter.

So guess what, my computer crashed! And what does one do when one's computer crashes? Crying of course! :D
Lay down on the floor, cry and hope time will magically fix everything :D

Well, it didn't. But luckily the guy at the hardware store did.
So, with way more delay than intended, here's the new chapter! Hope you will enjoy!

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Loki entered the captain's bedroom, heart beating loudly in his chest in anticipation. 'Steven?' he called gently as he sat on his knees next to the bed, admiring every inch of the man's face.

The mortal looked divine, skin bathing in soft morning sunrays, creating a golden hue over his short and tousled hair. Loki leaned forward, moving slowly and pressed his lips against Steve's temple, whispering gently; 'Wake up, Steven.' He held his breath for a moment before pressing a chaste kiss onto the man's skin. 'Wake up.'

Steve groaned, making Loki chuckle as he pulled the blankets over his head.

'Steven?' the god placed his hand on the man's shoulder, trying to shake him awake. 'I was wondering if you could do me the very great kindness of considering the possibility of waking up.'

The blond removed his blanket and peered at the god with a confused gaze, letting the sentence run through his head over and over. 'That... that is a very difficult way of asking someone to wake up.'

'I know,' he couldn't help but smile as Steve sat up and yawned. 'But it did the trick.'

'Yeah, well-' the blond stopped mid-stretch and tilted his head. He rubbed his eyes, something about the god seemed different. There was a bright, almost nervous smile plastered on his face, one he had never seen on him before. He was constantly shifting his weight, moving back and forth a little, fingers tensely tapping on his lap. His eyes were sparkling, wide and-

His eyes...

Steve gasped, jaw dropping as he stared into gorgeous emeralds. 'Loki... you... your-'

'I know,' he nodded, biting his lip as he tried to contain himself. 'I know!'

'Bu-but how-? I mean- you-' the blond stammered, then quickly shook his head and threw his arms around the raven's waist, pulling him in a tight hug. 'Loki this is amazing! Absolutely amazing!' He pulled the god back, his hands now resting on his pale cheeks as he stared deeper into his green eyes. 'Loki, I- I don't know what to say. Does it work? Does it hurt? Can you see properly again? How is this possible?'

'Yes. A little. Yes and something called StarkTech...?' He chuckled as he placed his hands on top of the captain's, a part of him wishing the embrace had never ended. 'I promise you, Steven, with my sight back, I will no longer cower nor falter. I will be worthy of your presence. I will finally stand strong.'

The captain frowned, 'What do you mean by that?'

'Well...' The trickster hesitated. 'When I lived on Asgard, with Thor, he- I mean, I should have-' he gulped, nervously fiddling with the brim of his sweatshirt as he struggled to find the right words. He looked at the mortal who saved his life, who sat in front of him waiting, patiently, for him to continue. He wanted to tell Steve what happened, wanted to share how he had suffered, hoping to find some form of coping or acceptance, and thus some form of peace.