Making Deals with Demons
Steve Rogers knows Loki from before the ice.
He's met him a few times, during the '40s. Knows what he is. Where did the blood sample come from, after all? Schmidt believed in Gods, Steve knows a Demon.
"Mr. Rogers," Loki says, all fake smiles and hidden truths. "What can I do for you?"
"Don't play, Loki," Steve tells him, in no mood for games. "You know what I want. He's in space. I don't . . . I don't think I can live with that. He's dead. You're a Demon, you can bring him back."
"He's in the Afterlife," Loki says. "What makes you think he's in my Afterlife? Don't you believe in 'Heaven' and 'Hell', dear friend?"
"Yes, but I also know about Thor and Asgard."
Loki doesn't flinch, barely moves. But Steve can see the lean muscles tense barely. Sensitive subject. "And?"
"Your daughter. She can—"
"She could do a lot of things. You think she responds to every mortal who pleads?" Loki laughs, cruelly and harsh. "You did not plead for your dear friend, Barnes. Did you not care for him?"
"Of course I did!" Steve's voice gets louder. "I still care." His voice cracks barely. "But it's been seventy years. If it wasn't his time then, it is now." He looks up, desperate. "Stark shouldn't be dead."
"No. He shouldn't be." Loki gives him a faux-sympathetic look. "You know that all deals come with a price."
"I know. And I've heard about your 'prices', Loki. What do you want?"
"Oh, believe me, you'll find out."
a/n: so probably stony, as you can most likely guess. maybe some stoki. who knows? i ship self-sacrificing!awesome!steve with everyone. x)
if anyone is not familiar with Norse mythology then Loki's daughter would be 'Hel/Hela/Hell'.
this will probably become a multi-chapter story if I force myself to write more.