Loki- a tale of blood and seidr

CHAPTER -3

After waking up in the embrace of the source of his frustrations of months, Loki couldn't quietly contain his shock and hence, Steven was awake. As perhaps the only untouched being on Asgard baring the youngest of babes, he wasn't sure how to handle a situation where he wanted to kick someone out of his chambers but do it with tact.

Looking at Steven at least eased some of his worries, here was also a man, Loki was relatively sure had not been in a situation quite like this and would not mock him for it. Suddenly he was so glad for the Captain's virtuous nature.

In any other situation, he would have found this shade of red on Steven amusing and fetching all at once, but in this moment, he wasn't sure if he was not matching his bed partner.

In the end, the man gave another example of his bravery, "Um, hi?" the words were so uncertain Loki replied to them before he could even think about it, "good morning, Steven."

"So, uh, I guess we fell asleep." The red on his cheeks was spreading down his neck. Loki was almost fascinated, but he couldn't let it be known. "An astute observation, Captain." He made his voice sound droll.

He had expected the embarrassed expression this time. "So,I -uh, I think I should return to my room, now. Yeah."

Loki was entirely unprepared for the pang in his heart when he heard that. Before he could even try to understand what was the cause of these unexpected feelings, he felt the blonde shift, trying to untangle his legs and-"Oh!" he gasped.

Now he was completely certain his face was a matching shade of red with the Captain's. "I" – "You"

They both fell silent again, frozen with Steven's thigh lay pressed against Loki's blood-filled cock, their arms around the other, breathes mingled as they tried to over come the shock.

Steven shifted his thigh again, his eyes wide, his expression surprised when Loki felt a moan pass his lips without his permission.

He felt himself close his eyes when Steven pressed his thigh harder against him. He felt his back hit the sofa, the Captain seemed to fascinated with the sorcerer and started moving his thigh in a short, abrupt rhythm and suddenly Loki felt a litany of moans and grunts fall from his lips that he knew he would be mortified by when he could just think again- but it felt so...

Then suddenly he snapped his eyes open, Steven had stopped and shoved himself off to the floor and was now moving towards the door as if Loki had set his hair on fire.

Then the door snapped shut with a resounding bang in the suddenly quiet room. He wasn't sure how things had come to this. He had not been this vulnerable in front of anyone ever. It was a different kind of helplessness he had never felt before and as he watched the closed door and the empty door, he didn't think he would ever want to.

With a sigh he felt himself deflate. He lay there for the rest of the morning, refusing to think about anything that had transpired that morning. He knew if he let himself think about the happenings of the day, he would spiral down the self-hate and anxiety he only felt when Thor had proved himself to be a better Asgardian and warrior than Loki in front of the court.

But even as he tried to block all thoughts of everything, one sneaked past all his defenses. 'You have managed to disgust and chase away the Captain, Argr.'

He started his daily meditation when he started to feel the burn in his eyes, there were somethings he couldn't help, chasing people had always been one of them. He should really be used to it by now.