Till then, my darling, please wait for me
Till then, no matter when it may be
One day I know I'll be home again
Please wait (till) till then
A week passed by and Howard still was out there in the Atlantic, searching for the wreckage of the Red Skull's aircraft. It was seven fifty-five exactly that evening when Loki walked into the smoky Stork Club, handing the waiting attendant his fur caplet and hat.
He wore a deep emerald mermaid gown, which complimented his lush, curled chestnut hair and dark red lipstick. Eyes from all around the club, as he was led to his reserved table, followed his every step. He strode proudly in his matching heels and smiled politely at a server who came back with his usual drink shortly after.
The war effort was still happening, but with the disappearance of Schmidt and his superpowered weapons, the Allies were gaining ground once more.
He sipped his cocktail and glanced briefly at his wristwatch, waiting for the minutes to go by.
Five minutes past eight and still Steve did not arrive. He remained composed, nodding at patrons that came by his table and smiling at whoever smiled back like a proper lady should.
Our dreams will live though we are apart
Our love will always stay in our hearts
Till then, when of the world will be free
Please wait for me
It was nine when he finally left the club, knowing better than to wait any longer. He knew it had been in vain, the whole thing, but he had promised Steve that he would be there. It wasn't his fault that Steve couldn't make his end of the deal.
Getting stood up by a dead super soldier oddly did not upset him that much even as he hailed a cab back to his hotel.
Although there are oceans we must cross and mountains that we must climb
I know every gain must have a loss, so pray that our loss is nothing but time
The war was over. His part as a loan to the Allies from the U.K. was done. He was packing his things at headquarters when Colonel Phillips tossed a file into his box. He opened it immediately and found the face of skinny little Steve Rogers staring out at him. Loki ran a finger lightly against the photograph and smiled.
Till then, we'll dream of what there will be
Till then, we'll call on each memory
Till then, when I will hold you again
Please wait till then
He appeared at the Stork Club again on the anniversary of his date with the late Captain Rogers. He was in the same gown and at the same table. The people were different then, but the drink and the routine was still the same.
At nine o'clock on the dot, he walked out, not bothering with his fur caplet. He turned around and took one step back, slipping away from Midgard entirely with Steve's file clutched firmly in his hand.