Bucky x Loki Oneshots

1943 (Part 5)

WARNING: mentions of blood

A/N: Can you guys please tell me if Wattpad uploaded the whole chapter? It seems perfectly fine on my computer but there's only half the story visible on my phone. If it doesn't end with TBC, they cut it and I have to upload the second part as well, thank you!

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Loki sat in Bucky's apartment, staring out the small window of his bedroom; looking at nothing. A piece of paper lay in front of him, the few words that were written on it crossed out. He still held the pen between his slender fingers, spinning it around and keeping his hand busy. He sighed heavily and slumped back against the back of the chair which creaked softly as he hit the wood. Writing a letter  wasn't usually a difficult thing to do, for a poet like him, but hiding and holding in the words of affection that were racing through his mind was hard. He hadn't recieved any letters from Bucky at the front but figured they must have went missing on the way back to the United States. He should have known; they were mortals afterall. 

He glanced from the window to the paper and frowned disappointingly. Not a single word that he'd written in the past two hours was not crossed out or overseen with questionmarks. Loki had planned on finally confessing his love to Bucky, telling him that he meant far more to him than he could possibly assume. Loki wanted to tell him when the sergeant was shipped to Europe but the weak voice inside his head was screaming 'no.' He'd brushed it off that day, thinking he'd had all the time to do so when Bucky came back, but after recieving not a single letter in almost a year, he got scared. Had Bucky possibly found someone new? Maybe it was his own fault if. He hadn't thought of writing James a lot if he was being honest and now maybe he had to pay the price. "But just maybe." he mumbled and brushed his greasy black hair behind his ear. He missed Bucky doing that for him whenever he was reading. He missed when his gentle hand brushed it back and stayed there, cupping the side of his head before James went on doing something else. Loki smiled sadly. He missed him so much.

"What'cha doin'?" said a slightly familiar voice from behind him. He turned around and saw a tall blond man staring down at him. He seemed to be in pain- not the kind you'd feel when being injured, but rather emotional pain caused by a tragic event. He knew this man, had seen him somewhere before. But his mind seemed to be ignoring his request on providing information. 

"Who are you and what is your excuse for walking into strangers apartments?" Loki said threatingly, pushing the wooden chair back and staring the somewhat familiar looking stranger down. He still held the pencil in his hand and pointed at the slightly shorter man, ready to use it.

"Calm down, please." the other man said and raised his hands slightly in surrender. He chuckled. "Didn't know you and Buck were this close. You've known eacher other for three days, right? That's quite rushed-even for him." 

"How dare you speak of him in that tone!" Loki hissed angrily and raised the pencil higher. His hand holding it even firmer. 

"I remember you." the blond said, lowering his hands again before strolling through the apartment. Loki's eyes were still focused on him. The slender man looked like he'd just wait for him to do something wrong so that he could stab him with the pen. "You're the guy from the Expo that Buck fell in love with at first sight. If I can remember correctly he drooled more because of you than because of Stark's flying car.- You seemed to be such a gentleman as well; didn't know you could be that defensive."

"It seems like you remember every detail but how come I do not remember you?" 

"Oh right, I'm sorry. I'm only just getting used to-" he pointed nervously at his muscular body. "-all of that." the tall man took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand, smiling softly and polite. "I'm Steve Rogers. Bucky's friend."