NEW STORY!

To be honest I just wrote something for Livi to read during class and then I realized that I really really liked the AU I was toying with. It is a modern!AU with characters based off MCU not just Avengers (they don't give MCU as a choice). Basically this whole story is going to be smut but it's smut with a story so, you know, I'll end up being cruel like I usually am. Ehehe.

Disclaimer: Does not own MCU

Warning: SMUT

Comments/critiques are welcomed!


EDIT: I did change it slightly to make Steve investigating Odinson Corporate undercover through the FBI


Steve sets his glass down on the bar and sighs. He didn't want this job. He had no interest in this job. But according to all his friends…it was a great opportunity for him. Finding work was proving difficult so when Natasha said she'd hooked him up with a cozy desk job at a big shot company by pulling a few strings he wasn't one to argue.

It was just…Steve wasn't a dishonest man. He enjoyed helping people and that was why when he was honorably discharged from the military and offered a job with the FBI he didn't want to turn it down. But going under cover…that was always tricky.

"Want another one, man?"

He glances up at the bartender and sighs, nodding. "Yeah, might as well."

"Put it on my tab."

A young man—no older than Steve—leans against the bar next to him, giving Steve a coy smile.

"Yes sir," the bartender replies.

Steve looks the stranger over, a feeling starting to settle in his gut. He wasn't sure he'd call it uneasy—he wasn't sure what he'd call it. He wasn't used to strangers paying for his drinks. Well that wasn't entirely true… A lot of clubs he went to had girls flocking around him but he couldn't recall any of them ever offering to pay. They usually wanted drinks from him.

"I hope I didn't startle you," the stranger purrs. He had a soft, silky sort of voice with a touch of an accent that Steve couldn't quite put his finger on. Definitely European though.

This person was…beautiful, really. He had a slender build, long arms and legs but his hips had a certain curve to them that were acutely feminine. His wrists were thin and his face had rather pointed features, and overall he looked as though Steve could snap him in half but there was an aura of strength about him that seemed to radiate. His hair was dark and it fell just at his shoulders and his eyes were the most unique shade of green Steve had ever seen. It was like they'd been painted that shade.

"N-no," Steve stammers. "Not at all. Thank you." The young man raises his own drink in gesture and Steve quickly does the same, spilling a bit of it on his arm. The stranger laughs quietly. "Sorry…I'm not used to people offering me a round."

"Well…" the young man places his chin atop his hands, looking Steve over with interest, "I'd been admiring you from my booth for some time. I finally worked up the courage to say 'hello'." He flashes Steve a grin that made the feeling in his stomach twist uncomfortably. "And I'm glad I did."

Steve wasn't sure how to answer. The way the man's hips swayed just slightly, one leg crossed over the other, all clad in tight black fabric. Steve flushes when he realizes he'd been staring much longer than he should have. He didn't want this person to get the wrong idea about him especially since it was extremely rude to stare the way he was.

"Like what you see?" the man smirks at him, his eyelashes lowering.

"S-sorry…I didn't mean to—"

"You're awfully quiet," the young man chuckles, taking the seat next to Steve. "Oh—apologies. You don't mind if I sit with you? I did buy you a drink after all."

"No, not—not at all."

"Good." He sips his drink and hums, tapping a finger to his lips. "Most men your size tend to be chatty or a bit boorish. I rather like the idea of a silent giant."

Steve laughs shyly, ignoring the heat on his ears. "I'm not…I don't think I'm that large…"

"Oh, no, no, not fat. Just—well, toned I suppose is the best word for it." He frowns when Steve simply laughs awkwardly in response. "I didn't mean to offend."

"Oh! No, it's—shit," Steve flushes deeper when he spills more of his drink on himself. He didn't think he was normally this clumsy. This person was making him so nervous… "It's not you. I just uhh—I have a lot on my mind. New job and I guess I'm—"

"Anxious?"

"Not looking forward to it."

The man hums, smiling at him. "Why's that?"

"It's not the kind of job I ever saw myself doing. Corporate job, you know. I'm not all that into big business."

"And here I thought you'd be here celebrating your success." He chuckles, turning slightly on his stool and crossing his legs. "So where's this new job you're simply dreading?"

"It's uhh—Odinson Corporate? You know it?"

The man's eyes flash, a smile pulling to his lips. "Yes, actually, I do."

"I guess I just—I don't know. I don't like the idea of one company controlling so much…a monopoly. All this government big business, it just—it doesn't sit right with me."

"So…what do you want to do? Where did you see yourself rather than where you are now?"

Steve laughs, sipping his drink. "Definitely not working for the man."

The young man smirks. "Well, yes, you sort of said that already. Come now, what did you want to do when you were little? Teacher? Astronaut?" He snickers. "Superhero?"

"When I was little?" Steve rubs the back of his neck. "I wanted to be a doctor. I was sick all the time, bad immune system. I wanted to be a doctor so I could make myself better." He laughs dryly. "But my grades weren't quite high enough for that…besides by the time I entered high school I wanted to be a painter." Steve finishes his drink and clears his throat, keenly aware of the way the man was staring at him with interest. "Sorry…I don't mean to bore you."

"Not at all," he smiles, leaning on the bar. "A painter, though? Really? I would've never guessed. What made you want to pursue the arts?"

"Oh, I don't know…the school took us to an art museum one day and seeing all those paintings and drawings by a lot of people who pretty much started out with nothing—kind of exciting for a kid with no future." Steve furrows his brow. Why was he talking so easily with a complete stranger? It was like he'd been talking to this person for years. He rolls his shoulders and glances shyly next to him where the young man had preoccupied himself with his own drink. "Wh-what about you?"

The man sputters a bit on his drink and looks at Steve as though his responding question had caught him off guard. "Excuse me?"

"Wh-what do you do? If you don't mind me asking…"

"Hmm. Well, I—" he stirs his drink in one hand, his other tapping irritably on the bar. "I'm what you'd call the bastard of the family." He laughs bitterly and sips his drink. "Big brother gets the throne while I'm being sat in the prince's chair."

There was a sudden change in aura from this person that made Steve feel almost…sorry for them. He'd come off as so overly-friendly that the change was rather dramatic.

"Well…what do you want to do?" Steve smiles shyly, catching the other man's eye. "If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?"

It was as if no one had ever asked the man that question before, as if he hadn't just asked Steve the same thing. He stared at him incredulously, letting out a small laugh and smiling to himself. It was a sad smile though.

He stares down at his drink and sighs. "I'd want to travel. Take my mother anywhere in the world, anywhere she could name. Then after we'd seen the world I'd write about all the places I'd been so other people could get the same feeling I got while I was there."

"So why don't you?"

The man chuckles, giving him a look. "Why don't you become a painter?"

"Alright, alright," Steve raises his hands defensively. "Fair enough. But I figured once I get settled in this new job I'd have a bit more stability to pursue the things I want…if we all only have one life it doesn't seem right to waste it doing things people want us to do…if you want to travel, you should. There's no reason for you to not pursue something you want."

Steve makes a noise as the man pulls his face to his and kisses him. His lips press firmly against his, one hand raking through Steve's hair while the other tugs on his shirt to pull him closer. His gut was still filled with that little feeling, the one that was screaming at Steve's brain that he was making a mistake, telling him 'What's the point? You'll never see him again.' But—he didn't know that for sure.

The man gasps when Steve places a hand on the back of his neck and forces his head to arch. He digs his fingers into the man's black hair, his heart thumping in his chest when the man's tongue presses against Steve's lips, Steve parting them just slightly for him. The man's tongue ravages the inside of his mouth, running over his own tongue and lips. Teeth and tongue, teeth against lips, tongue running over the flesh to soothe the red marks, the kisses become more desperate as the man continues pulling Steve closer to him, eventually pulling himself from his stool to press his hips against Steve's knee, rolling them slightly against him.

Steve breaks the kiss to peck down the man's jaw and neck, enjoying every little gasp and noise escaping his lips. He latches his lips and teeth to the base of the man's neck and takes pride in the moan he elicits from him. The man takes a firm grip on Steve's hair and pulls him up to face him, pecking his lips and face.

"Wanna get outta here?"


"I can't open the door with you—" Steve laughs and lets out a small noise at the same time as the man attaches his mouth to his throat, Steve struggling to get his key in the door with the man pressed against the door under him.

He wraps an arm around the man's waist to keep him from falling as Steve finally gets the door open, moaning when the man sucks on the sweet spot below his throat.

"Sensitive there, are we?" the man grins, digging his fingers into Steve's hair.

Steve growls against his ear, flicking his tongue over the shell. His hair smelled so fresh. "Among other places…" Steve chuckles. He runs his hands down the man's sides slowly, over the slight swell of his hips, and down his backside, Steve bringing his hands back up to cup his ass.

The man gasps, grinning against Steve's neck, "So…do you prefer bedroom? Or couch?" He makes a primal sort of noise while running a hand up Steve's inner thigh.

Steve shudders but contains his moan. Something didn't feel right. He was a little new to picking up strangers and bringing them home. The man continues the ministrations with his hand coming up dangerously close—

"Wait, wait—I—" he laughs, the adrenaline starting to rage through his body. "I don't even know your name." He sighs, smiling as the man pulls away from him. "I'm Steve."

The man stares at him before laughing, covering his mouth to keep from howling. He takes a moment to compose himself and grins. "I'm Loki."

"Loki," Steve hums, reaching to cup Loki's face in his hands.

"Yes…and now that we've been so properly introduced…" Loki gives Steve a solid push, smirking as he topples backwards onto the couch, Loki quickly climbing over him to straddle his waist. Steve places a hand on his hip uncertainly, looking the other man over. He wasn't sure how to do this. He didn't want to offend but he also didn't want to NOT do anything. "Not getting shy are we?"

Steve blinks. He lets out a soft laugh and grabs the back of Loki's neck, pulling him down into a kiss. He forces his mouth open with his tongue and rubs it against his, sucking on his bottom lip and rolling it between his teeth.

Loki moans, rubbing his hips against Steve's and letting out another low noise as their arousals brush together. Steve grabs his ass and pushes it down, pressing their hips together and rolling up against him roughly.

He lets out a small noise, Loki's hands pushing his shirt up slowly as he reclaims Steve's mouth, his nails grazing against Steve's sides. They both sit up just slightly, Loki pulling Steve's shirt up and over his head and tossing it away, latching his teeth onto his shoulder and biting down, Steve hissing out a whine.

"A little rough, aren't you?"

Loki chuckles, licking over the mark. "I hope that won't be a problem." His eyes glaze over Steve's face, Steve barely able to look away.

"N-no, no," he swallows. "No problem."

He watches as Loki kisses down his neck and chest, pausing as he kisses his stomach, dipping his tongue into Steve's naval. Steve lets out a small gasp at the feeling, Loki looking up at him with a grin.

"Someone's still a little shy. Don't tell me I'm the first stranger you've brought home from a bar."

"Well…" Steve flushes, laughing dryly. "Yes, actually."

Loki's smile falters just slightly and if Steve hadn't been watching him he would've missed it. "I guess to be fair…I don't normally do this either. But I'm making an exception."

"Oh?" Steve quirks his brow, Loki kissing across his lower stomach, just above the hem of his pants. "Why's that?"

Loki settles his face just over Steve's crotch, glancing up at him with a smirk. His fingers were teasing the button of his pants and Steve was almost tempted to undo them for him.

"May I?" Loki purrs, his lashes lowering just slightly.

"Oh, of—of c-course, I mean—okay."

He watches as Loki undoes the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down to his knees. Steve kicks off his shoes and helps Loki pull his pants all the way off, watching them disappear onto the floor. There was already a slight bulge to his boxers. Loki hums, kissing across Steve's hips and nipping at the bone, Steve making a low noise. Loki grins at him.

"So eager," Loki hums, bowing his head to mouth at him wetly through his boxers. "I like eagerness in my lovers, however—some disappoint. You won't disappoint me, will you, Steve?"

The way he said it—it almost sounded like a threat. This man gave Steve an uneasy feeling but at the same time he was so excited and pumped with adrenaline that he was certain he was just anxious.

Steve's hips thrust weakly towards Loki's mouth, Loki gripping his hips and pushing him back down into the couch. He licks a thin stripe through Steve's boxers, Steve holding in the whine at the back of his throat. Loki mouths wetly at his hip bones and pushes his boxers down to his knees. He sucks lightly at the base of Steve's cock, Steve's hips jumping at the feeling. Loki hums, his thumbs pressing against his hip bones and rubbing small circles.

Loki runs his tongue over Steve's growing arousal, placing a small kiss on the head. He flicks his tongue against the vein, nipping at it lightly, grinning when Steve makes a noise.

The low throb of his cock was driving him mad. Loki's teasing kisses and nips, the way his tongue barely grazed him over. Loki traces the base of him with his tongue, slowly moving upward to swirl his tongue around the head.

"Loki—"

He gives Steve a grin, taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly, swirling his tongue and pulling away just slightly to press into the slit.

Steve groans, his head falling back against the couch. His hips thrust up weakly, thrusting into the warm, wet heat of Loki's mouth. Loki hums around him as he takes him fully, Steve nearly keening from the feeling. All of his blood was suddenly rushing between his legs, Loki's mouth threatening to make embarrassingly fast work of him. Loki hollows his cheeks as he pulls back up to the head, repeating his action of swirling his tongue, bobbing back down only to take Steve all the way into his throat. Steve nearly forgets to breathe when Loki swallows around him.

Loki pulls back up slowly and away from Steve's throbbing erection, a trail of saliva dribbling down his chin. He glances up at Steve with a smirk, a challenging one, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His pupils were dilated so wide Steve could barely see the green anymore.

He grabs Loki from under the arms and pulls him up, wrapping one arm around his waist and another hand gripping his ass, Steve muffling the small moan to escape Loki's lips with a kiss. His moves his lips roughly against his, Loki holding his shoulders and moving his head in tandem. They suck and bite and groan, tongues moving against tongues. Loki bites down ferociously into Steve's bottom lip, Steve pulling away to suck on Loki's lips, feeling them swell from the pressure.

Loki breaks the kiss, gripping Steve's shoulders forcefully. His face was flushed, lips swollen from the force of the kiss, pupils blown wide. He gasps. "Bedroom?"

"Y-yeah…" Steve nods weakly in response.

Steve lifts him up off the couch, kicking his boxers aside as he wraps Loki's legs around his waist. He runs his hands up Loki's thighs, cupping his ass roughly, Loki letting out a sharp gasp. Steve pushes him up to bury his face into Loki's neck, kissing and nipping at the vein in his neck, enjoying the little whines he made.

"You learn fast."

They stumble into the bedroom, Steve tossing him down onto the bed. Steve could barely think straight. It felt as though his body was simply doing and he was watching. He flushes as Loki's eyes scan over his body, his tongue flicking over his lips.

"Y-you're still dressed…"

Loki sits up and chuckles. "So…" he smirks, pulling off his shoes—boots, Steve noticed—and then his shirt. "What would you like to do to me?" Steve swallows the lump in his throat. There were tattoos dancing from below the hem of his pants and all the way up his left side.

"Well, I—" Steve attempts to ignore the steady throb between his legs. He catches Loki's hand as he starts to unfasten his pants, climbing on top of him and pressing him down into the mattress. Steve palms him gently, Loki biting his lip. "I think I'd like to make you cum as many times as I can." Loki's eyes spark with interest as he stares up at him, his whole face and neck flushed with arousal. Steve makes quick work of his pants, pulling them slowly down the expanse of his legs—no underwear…okay—and tossing them off the bed. He grins. "Nothing to add?"

"Only that—" Loki gives him a feral grin. "That I want your delicious cock inside me."

Steve lowers his head to kiss at Loki's neck, enjoying the small noises he made when he did so. He wraps an arm around his waist and presses Loki up against him as he leans over to the nightstand, pulling out a jar of lube. Steve lowers him back down onto the bed and sits up just slightly, swiping two fingers through the slick substance. He hums and holds in a small moan as Loki's hands trace down his chest and stomach, his fingers feeling as if they were buzzing against his skin.

He pushes Loki's legs up and spreads them apart, pressing a finger against him. Steve glances up at Loki's face and smiles. "May I?"

Loki lets out a breathless laugh and closes his eyes. "Of course."

"Keep your eyes open," Steve grins. "I like the color."

"You—AHH." Loki throws his head back as Steve pushes his finger past the ring of muscles, moving it around experimentally and spreading the lube generously. He gasps and moans, his hips bucking down into Steve's hand, Steve adding the second finger. He stretches them, Loki making a small noise and gripping at the sheets, Steve taking care to move his hand slowly, his thumb brushing the underside of his erection. Steve kisses his inner thighs, Loki letting out a sharp noise when his fingers brush against a small bundle of nerves.

Loki whines as Steve pulls away from him. He swipes three fingers through the oil and pushes them in slowly, the noise escaping Loki's lips being primarily guttural. Steve pushes and stretches his fingers, Loki's legs spreading wider as he moans and writes against his touch, Steve sucking a dark mark on the pale expanse of his thigh.

"I'm ready…" Loki pants. Steve hesitates, pushing his fingers deeper and stretching them further apart, Loki eliciting another moan. "I'm ready… I am." He pushes Steve's face lightly with his thigh, grinning down at him. His eyes glimmered brilliantly, even in the dark. "Hey. Don't wuss out on me now, Steeevveee," he teases. "Or else I'll have to tie you down and have you watch me pleasure myself."

"I don't know…I think I could handle that."

He pulls his fingers away, smiling at the small hum Loki makes in response and crawls back up his body, placing small kisses across his hips and stomach, biting down lightly on a patch of flesh just under his ribs. Steve strokes the remaining lube over his arousal and growls. He kisses across Loki's chest, taking one of his nipples into his mouth and running his tongue over it.

Loki's body pulls taut under his, arching up into his touch. "Bit of a tease, aren't you?" he breathes, taking Steve's face in his hands and pulling him back up to his own, kissing him and running his foot up Steve's leg.

"A tease, am I?"

Steve grins, hooking his hands under Loki's knees and aligning their hips, wrapping his legs around him. Loki's eyes flutter as his erection presses against Steve's. He runs his hands down Loki's thighs, grabbing his hips and pressing them closer together, Loki reaching up to comb his fingers through Steve's hair.

In a dizzying twist and spin, Steve lets out a weak grunt, now looking up at Loki who was grinning down at him, his fingers digging into his stomach. Loki pushes his hips back to rub his ass against Steve's cock, stretching his arms up above his head and curving his body languidly on display.

"Now who's the tease?" Steve groans, running his hands up Loki's sides. He traces his thumb over the ink on his left.

Loki lifts his hips, rubbing his ass slowly against Steve, pushing himself up and positioning himself over him and lowering himself down over the head. Steve moans, his hips thrusting up on their own and nails digging into Loki's thighs, Loki pushing himself down with a low noise as their hips meet once more.

Steve gives him a moment, allowing Loki to adjust, and letting out a small gasp when Loki starts making shallow thrusts with his hips, his nails dragging themselves down Steve's chest.

He watches him, the blood pounding in his ears as Loki lifts himself off of Steve's lap and lowers himself back down, barely moving at all. Steve was gripping at Loki's thighs and struggling to breathe. His hips were thrusting desperately to meet Loki's. He was teasing him, challenging him, Steve knew that but he wasn't sure if he should meet him head on. Steve didn't know this person (yet here they were).

"Please, I—" Steve gasps, holding back a moan. Loki grins down at him and arches a brow, moving his hips even slower. "I need you—faster. Please."

"Faster?" Loki smirks at him, rolling his hips as slowly as he possibly could. "If you want it faster, you're going to have to do it yourself." He claws down Steve's chest with a wicked grin.

Steve grasps Loki's hips and lifts him up, slamming him back down with a grunt, Loki throwing his head back in ecstasy. Steve's nerves felt as if they were ablaze. Loki was so tight. It felt as if he hadn't prepared him enough but his hips were rutting down to meet Steve's as they moved.

"God—God, yes, there…like that," Loki cries. "Harder, yes—"

Loki arches down to bite into Steve's neck, sucking harshly at the skin, Steve letting out a moan. The slow drag of Steve inside of him felt like it was too much, too intense, like it could last an eternity, an eternity of ecstasy with this stranger. Loki starts moving more earnestly, biting and sucking on Steve's neck with fever, their hips starting to create a rhythm as they move.

Steve keeps a firm—almost harsh—grip on Loki's hips as he rams into him, their gasps and moans becoming more desperate. Their bodies slide against one another with slick and sweat, Loki pushing himself up from marking up Steve's neck.

He spreads his legs wider, his hips slamming down into Steve's with equal vigor.

Loki throws his head back, his back arching, his mouth hanging open as he moans with every thrust and slap of skin on skin. His nails claw and grope at Steve's chest. Steve's nails dig into the soft flesh of his hips, his cries becoming louder and louder. A pool of heat was burning in his belly, pleasure spiking with each thrust and moan that carried throughout the room. Steve's nerves were burning with every movement Loki made, every thrust of hips and slick friction of skin, every cry and moan.

His whole body was pounding, teetering on the edge of release. Loki's legs seem to spread as far as they can go, the thrusts of their hips becoming more and more erratic, Steve ramming as deep as he can into Loki. Loki arches his back further, his hands reaching out to clench the sheets to keep his balance, his cries becoming louder and more desperate, his legs and hips starting to tremble.

"Close," he gasps. "So close."

Steve has to force his eyes to stay open, threatening to roll back into his head with every tiny movement made. The already furious pace somehow quickens, Loki letting out a deafening yell and cumming hard across Steve's stomach and chest, Steve's grip as he cums shortly after threatening to bruise.

They both collapse onto the bed, gasping and panting for breath. Loki presses his face into Steve's neck and chuckles, shifting weakly to roll onto the sheets next to him.

"Well…not many can make my legs shake like that."

Steve laughs. "Glad I could help."

Loki hums, kissing at the marks he'd left on Steve's neck and the red marks he'd raked over Steve's chest. "I think I'd rather enjoy having you enter me from behind, my face pressed into the sheets as I cry out…or perhaps with my legs thrown over your shoulders while you ram me into the mattress…" Loki grins at the way Steve's face had paled. "Something you'd like? I hope your new employer isn't cross with me for keeping you up all night."

Steve hooks a hand under Loki's knee and pulls his hips to his, flipping him onto his back. "I don't think he'll mind."


First day on the job and already he was being called up to the CEO office. Steve couldn't help but wonder what he'd done. He'd barely introduced himself to the woman at the front desk before he was told to head up to the top floor. Apparently Mr. Odinson wanted a word with him. Hopefully it wasn't to ask why he was late…Steve didn't have a good excuse and he certainly didn't really want to explain how he'd spent the whole night sexing it up with a complete stranger. That would be way too embarrassing.

Then again—Steve wasn't all too embarrassed by that. He'd woken up alone but he did find a new number in his contacts. Loki with a little face after the name. That meant he wanted to see Steve again which was a pleasant surprise especially since Steve wanted the same.

Still…his first day undercover and it already felt like he was under suspicion.

He steps out of the elevator only to be greeted by a gargantuan of a man who was grinning down at him. Not only was he tall but his shoulders were wide and he looked like he lifted barns for sport. Steve certainly wasn't used to that. He couldn't recall ever meeting anyone taller than him.

"You must be Mr. Rogers!" the man bellows, taking Steve's hand and shaking it forcefully. There was an odd dialect to his voice, one Steve couldn't put his finger on. He could've sworn he'd heard it before.

Steve nods, stomaching his shyness to smile. "Yes."

"Excellent! I'm Thor Odinson. My father's the CEO of the company. You didn't have any trouble at the front desk?"

"N-no, I—I didn't, umm—" Steve stumbles after the man as he motions for him to follow. His voice hitches just slightly, the cheery man continuing to smile and wave at everyone they passed by. "I wanted to apologize for being late this morning, I assure you that I'm not normally—"

"Hmm?" Thor beams at him. "No worries, my friend. First day, new job, parking is hell, you showed up didn't you?" He slaps Steve on the back and laughs, Steve grinning bashfully and forcing out a laugh as well.

Thor leads him to a huge office, motioning for him to sit. Steve smiles gratefully and takes a seat, looking around. The far wall was all windows and it had an amazing view of the city. There was rather—exotic looking art on the walls and multiple pictures sitting on the large desk in front of him. Already it certainly wasn't what he expected.

"Father will be right with you, Mondays, you know. Would you like some coffee? Hey, Barb—"

"No, no," Steve shakes his head. "Thank you though." He twiddles his thumbs anxiously, trying to keep calm. His nerves were screaming at him that despite the friendly disposition there was something amiss. Like something was going to jump out of the walls at any moment. "Umm—is there a reason Mr. Odinson wanted to see me—"

"Well then just cancel the account! I don't want to deal with those two-faced bastards if they're going to go back on the numbers we agreed on. I'm not running a charity!"

An older man—who looked remarkably like Thor—strides into the room with a grunt and waves off the group of men that had been following him, passing Steve by as he awkwardly stands in an attempt to extend his hand. Thor quickly follows his father's heels, clearing his throat in respect.

"Father—Steven Rogers is here. The new associate you wanted to see."

"Hmm?" the man turns around and gives Steve what he could only assume to be a smile, extending his hand. "Ah, yes. Good to meet you, Steven."

Steve's nose curls slightly at the use of his full name but he shakes it off. "You as well, sir."

Odin takes a seat at his desk, his secretary shuffling into the room and placing a coffee on the desk for him, quickly shuffling out the way she came. She gives Steve a small smile. "You're excused, Thor, thank you."

Thor nods and gives Steve a wink as he walks out of the room.

"That was my eldest, Thor. You'll be working closely with him during your time here. He'll be taking over the company if and when I decide to retire." The old man chuckles, sipping his coffee. "I just wanted to extend a greeting. We don't normally get too many new hires on this floor, nor do we lose many people but some weren't too happy with the budget cuts apparently so I had to let them go. Economy, you know, some things just can't be helped."

"Yes, sir."

"How respectful," Odin chuckles. "I don't get too many of you young ones in here that still know to call me 'sir'. Where are you from?"

"Manhattan, sir."

"Hmmm. So you know the city, good. I can't tell you how many numbskulls I have on this floor that feel as though being late from lunch is excused by not knowing how to get around."

"Is this the new hire?"

An elegant figure leans in the doorway, inviting himself in as he strides across the room to lean on the desk. Steve watches the figure move, the lump in his throat starting to grow. Odin sighs as the young man makes himself comfortable, hopping up onto the desk itself and crossing his legs.

"Ah, Loki. I was wondering when you'd decide to slither in to work. You could attempt to be here on time, you know."

Steve's face pales. The smile, the hair, the eyes—shit. This was the person that—from the bar—the one he'd—all night, they'd—

"Steven, this is my youngest, Loki," Odin grunts. "He'll be around the office more and more now. He's learning how to do Thor's job for when Thor takes over the company."

Steve stays rigidly still in his seat. Surely Loki had recognized him? Loki wasn't a common name was it? No, they wouldn't look exactly alike. It wasn't like he couldn't, they'd spent nearly the entire night together. He'd left his number in his phone. Shit. Steve's stomach was tightening into a knot, he felt like he was going to be sick. If Loki said anything, anything at all, it would be a terrible first impression for this job and the last thing he needed was a target on his back.

Loki smiles coyly at him and practically prowls towards Steve, extending his hand. "A pleasure, I'm sure."

He swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his hand politely, forcing a smile. "Same."

"If Loki gives you any trouble just let Thor know. He can be a—bit of a handful."

Chills run up Steve's spine as Loki's eyes spark, his smile evolving into a grin. Loki keeps a firm grip on Steve's hand and rubs his thumb sensually over his.

"I'll keep that in mind."