Wow...already you guys like this one. Haha. Good, I'm having fun with it. Loki's of course a pain in the ass but I like writing him that way. Sort of keeps him true to the early Thor comics.

Steve's already got a bit of an uneasy feeling about everything. And Loki of course just wants to get in his pants lol.

Disclaimer: Does not own MCU

Warning: Language in this one (smut will continue XD)

Comments/critiques are welcomed!

As a little sidenote-Fix You isn't abandoned, I promise. This is the first I've gotten to write in a long time (been busy with work and now packing to move) so updates are just a little slow. I got a little uninspired but I'll see what I can do. :)

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

The words being said to him were going in one ear and out the other. Odin had been going over his job description, explaining what he'd be doing while working at the company, how he'd be assisting his supervisor, but Steve could barely pay attention. His mind was still reeling. Loki had made himself comfortable on the desk, legs crossed, those vivid, green eyes never releasing their gaze on Steve. That was the only thing Steve could focus on.

Why hadn't he said anything?

Steve had told him his new job was at Odinson Corporate. At least he was sure he had. What else had he said? Why let things continue the way they did? From the smug look on Loki's face it was because he thought it was funny. How was Steve to know? He'd researched a little bit on the company, he knew Odin worked with his son—Thor—but a younger son was never mentioned.

"Mr. Rogers."

Steve shakes himself from thought, looking up at his name. "Y-yes, sir." He ignores the smirk Loki gives him.

Odin clears his throat. "You're young. Young people like you are eager to jump into work, eager to please, especially in a want to climb the corporate ladder. You're already starting out at the top," Steve furrows his brow, watching the way the older man stirs his coffee so casually, "so you can only climb down." The way he said that, Steve couldn't help but glance at Loki who was frowning, staring down at the floor. "I do hope you enjoy your time here," Odin concludes, walking over to Steve and extending his hand. "Your superiors spoke very highly of you and you have an excellent track record for someone so young."

"Oh, w-well…thank you, sir."

Steve wrenches his eyes away from Loki and stands, shaking Odin's hand firmly, Loki hopping down from the desk and raising his arms above his head, stretching out his torso. Steve couldn't help but think that display was for him.

"Now…I'll have Barb show you where you'll be working and Thor will bring you up to speed on this quarter's projects," Odin re-takes his seat at his desk, shooting a look towards Loki. "Would you get to work? You're not here to laze around. Make yourself useful and tell Barb to show Mr. Rogers to his desk."

There was a slight sharp look of disgust or hurt, Steve couldn't tell which, but the sneer on Loki's mouth was saying enough. Steve keeps his eyes low and his arms plastered to his sides. Loki hums and strides past Steve, giving him a wink and blowing a small kiss, Steve's stomach twisting uncomfortably.

Steve looks over his new office and runs a hand through his hair. He wasn't aware he'd be getting one. Natasha told him he'd be working at a desk, that he'd be a nobody. What the hell was going on? He jumps slightly when there's a knock on the doorframe, Thor giving him a smile as he invites himself in.

"I hope it's to your liking?"

Thor keeps smiling cheerfully at him, his hands shoved into his pockets as he walks around the room. It was significantly smaller than the office he'd just been in—then again Steve didn't even expect an office—but it did have a great view.

"Well, I," Steve laughs dryly, scratching his head. "I have to confess that I wasn't expecting such a lavish welcome. The person who told me about this job, well…I don't think they were entirely honest about what it was going to be."

"Would you still have taken it?"

Steve gives him a sheepish grin. He needed to remain calm. "I don't know. This is all starting to go to my head."

Thor laughs, pulling his hands from his pockets and placing them on his hips. Steve was already enjoying this guy. He was quite possibly the most cheerful person Steve had ever encountered. Thor looks around the office, walking slowly across the room. "Don't worry. It's not a hard job," he hums, looking over the desk. Thor flashes him a grin. "It's just the people you have to deal with."

Steve nearly shudders from the memories of the previous night. "May I ask-" Thor turns to face him, raising a brow. "What exactly qualifies me for this job?"

"Well, uhh—your military background, of course."

"I didn't work a desk job in the military," Steve furrows his brow. "I was a field operative—taken out of service for a shot to the leg. And I don't see what good a military dog like me is going to do your company. Especially not this high up."

"No, no," Thor raises his hands. "You misunderstand…this job—your job—is specific to the military. We saw to that."

"I don't—I'm not following."

"We're foreigners," Thor grins, "we don't know shit about American military. But unfortunately to keep up with the big boys we need as many military contracts as we can get. You studied American Military History in community college as well as many courses on politics and the military and how they intertwine in this country. You were the only one in your entire military training to receive perfect marks on your exams and—from this so called person that recommended you to us—we've been told that when you're given a job you don't quit. You're a problem solver."

Steve blinks, crossing his arms. "So…this really is just a desk job. I'll be shuffling through paperwork just to work out negotiations on contracts?"

Thor shrugs. "Basically. Strictly political. Hell, you'll even have to attend a few banquets, shake some hands, show up at some charities…like I said—the people are the worst part."

"And I thought Afghanistan was hell."

Thor throws his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together. He grins at Steve who grins at him in response. "Excellent!" He pats Steve roughly on the back. "You are most amusing. I'll enjoy having you here."

"Thor," the woman called Barb pokes her head in. He turns and gives her a smile. "Your father is on the line with the men from the Parker account. He wants you in the office to help with the negotiations."

He waves her off and sighs, walking towards the door. "Alright, alright, tell the old man I'll be right there." Thor turns to face Steve, continuing his trek towards the door. "Oh, Steven, there are some employee contracts in your desk for you to go over and sign, just have them filed into HR by the end of the day."

"Will do."

Steve sighs and walks around his new office with a frown. Certainly not what he expected. In fact—WAY more than he expected. An office, top floor, charity events, political contracts—he was going to have to have a serious talk with Natasha. He sits down at his desk and groans, rubbing his eyes. What was he getting into? He signed up for a desk job, not an executive position. Steve figured he'd be answering phones or copying reports into a system all while investigating what exactly it was that the FBI wanted him to find.

There was no way he was qualified for this.

He opens the top drawer of his desk and pulls out what seemed to be at least five thick packets of paperwork. Steve sighs and closes his eyes. At least this was all he was being told to do today. Plus the work day ended at five so he wasn't going to end up stuck in the office all night. He was starting to feel uneasy.

"Knock, knock," a voice purrs, knocking on the doorframe. Steve lifts his eyes from his paperwork and pales. Loki pushes the door closed behind him and strides into the room, looking around the office.

Speaking of uneasy…

"Ohhh," Loki hums. "Very nice. I don't even have my own office." Steve watches the way he moves, his eyes glancing at his hips, the way they swayed as walked. He tries to ignore the lump in his throat. "Are we admiring something, Mr. Rogers?" Loki grins, stopping to lean over his desk.

"What do you want?" he snaps, trying to keep his tone steady.

Loki frowns. "Well. I don't think that's anyway to treat me. Especially not after last night-"

"Look, I—I don't want any trouble, okay?" Steve stammers. He could barely look at him, he was far too embarrassed and he wished he could explain that without sounding like an ass. "If I'd known—last night, in the bar, if you'd told me that—I would have never-"

"Did you not have as much fun as you were letting on?" Loki invites himself to sit on the desk, leaning back on his arms. "We went on for so many hours we both needed a sandwich to keep up the energy to fuck-"

"Please, I-" Steve flushes a deep shade of red, loosening his tie. He glances nervously at the door. "I don't want your brother or—or your father finding out-" And especially not his superiors.

"He's not my father!"

Steve bites his lip. Loki sighs, practically laying himself across his desk and giving him a coy smile. Steve forces a small smile in response. "Look…I'm not trying to upset you, it's just—you were the last person I was expecting to see here-"

"I have bruises you know," Loki purrs. He reaches out to pull Steve's tie from his blazer. He teases the fabric between his fingers, licking his lips. "Yummy ones…all over my hips and thighs…" Loki glances at Steve's neck and grins. "How did you hide the ones I gave you?"

Steve was starting to get the feeling that Loki was ignoring everything he was trying to say. "Concealer. I—I used to get rings under my eyes. Insomnia."

"Hmmm. Not from sleeping with employer's sons I hope."

Loki flashes him another grin, Steve frowning at him. "Loki, I—if I'd known who you were I'm not so sure things would've happened the way they did last night. I don't want things to be—weird between us, especially if we're going to have to work together."

"At least we're on the same page," he hums, rolling onto his stomach and on top of Steve's paperwork. Steve furrows his brow and watches him as he plays with his tie, placing the fabric to his nose. "If we're going to work together we could at least have a little fun."

"I…I'm—I'm sorry?"

Steve watches him push himself up off the desk in a fluid motion, prowling around to where Steve was seated. Loki's eyes scan over his body as he walks around the chair. He runs a hand through Steve's hair and grins. Steve tries swallowing the lump in his throat, Loki running his fingers over his jaw like a whisper. It was like being cornered. Steve couldn't help but feel like he was suddenly relating to all those smaller animals on his nature shows. Loki sits on the desk and faces him, using his legs to pull Steve and the chair closer.

"How about right here, on the desk? Or maybe you'd prefer an empty office on a less populated floor?" Loki grins at him. "I, however, always like the adrenaline that comes from someone walking in at any moment."

"Wh-what? I-I-I-"

Loki throws his heels over Steve's shoulders to draw him in, Steve placing his hands on Loki's thighs to keep himself from being pulled any further. "Oh, how yummy. You know…bruises don't last forever-"

"B-but, I-"

"You could re-bruise my skin, mark me over the old bites and handprints," Loki raises his brow at Steve's reaction, Steve's breath hitching in his throat. "Your mouth is watering, isn't it? Imagining the kind of noises I'd make as you bite into flesh already swollen by your teeth."

Steve closes his eyes, trying to ignore the way Loki's fingers were raking over his hair.

"You'd like to bury your face into me, wouldn't you? Taking me with your mouth and looking up to watch my face in ecstasy? My teeth drawing blood from my lip as I try not to scream-"

"STOP! Stop, I-" Steve pushes his chair back, taking a deep breath. Blood was already pounding in his ears. "We can't do this, okay? Last night was," Loki smirks, raising his brow, "amazing. It really was. But I need this job and I don't want to ruin my chances by being pegged as some kind of sex offender. I like you, I really do, you're—beautiful." Steve hesitates, noting the look of shock Loki gives him. "But I think it's better if we're just—friends."

"Friends?" Loki smirks, hopping off the desk and backing Steve into the window. "Like…friends with benefits? Fuck buddies?"

Steve scowls. "N-no, I—I don't do that sort of thing. I'd like to be friends…just friends."

Loki drops to his knees between Steve's legs, gripping just above his knees and rubbing his thumbs into him. Steve's face pales and blushes at the same time. "Are you sure? I think you're lying to yourself, Steve Rogers." Loki's voice was so smooth and rich. It felt like it was traveling in waves over Steve's body, shooting up his spine and back down between his legs.

"No, I'm not," Steve tries keeping his own voice steady. "I can't—we can't—we can't do this. It's—inappropriate."

"Oh really?" Loki grins. He runs his hands slowly up Steve's thighs, enjoying the way Steve shudders. "I'd hate to leave you in such a state though. From where I'm sitting you're half hard already-" Loki's fingers swiftly make their way to Steve's belt, Steve jumping out of his seat in a panic and ending up toppling onto the floor. Loki sits back on his haunches and laughs at him.

There's a knock at the door, Thor's voice on the other side.

Steve pushes himself up and grabs for the desk, pulling himself to his feet. "Coming!"

Loki hums, running his hand up Steve's calf. "Not yet you're not-"

"Knock it off," Steve hisses, pulling away from him as quickly as he can. He straightens himself up and slicks his hair back with one hand, opening the door with the other. Thor smiles at him. "Sorry…just wanted to—uhh—concentrate…" He raises his brow at the folders Thor holds out.

"Here, father asked me to give these to you," Thor explains. "They're a few of the old contracts we need you to review before you get started on any new ones. Don't worry, they're not long, and you can take copies home overnight if you want to review them. Just have a synopsis ready by Wednesday." He raises his eyes from Steve, quirking a brow. "Oh, Loki," Steve glances behind him where Loki had made himself comfortable in his chair, "there you are. You're not giving him any trouble are you?"

"Not at all," Loki purrs, crossing his legs. "I was simply introducing myself."

Thor snorts. Somehow Steve got the feeling the older brother didn't believe that. "Good. I do have some paperwork in my office that you could sort through."

Loki hums, pushing himself up from the chair and walking towards them, yawning visibly. "Very well." He gives Steve a smirk, brushing past him. "Nice to meet you, Steve."

Steve shudders.

"He doesn't mean any harm," Thor sighs. He rolls his eyes once Loki's gone, stepping further into the room and placing the folders on Steve's desk. "Just likes messing with people, you know. Best thing to do is ignore him." Something told Steve that wasn't going to help.

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck to try and get his blood to calm down. It was still pounding in his ears and attempting to in other places. Steve runs a hand through his hair. He sits back down in his chair and pulls it back up to his desk, looking over the now added paperwork. "So uhh—what is it I'm supposed to do with these?"

Thor looks up from his pacing and smiles. "Hmm? Oh, well, you'll read through each of them, make any changes you think are necessary, review all the numbers and make sure they'll work with this quarter's budget, and present them to the board with any and all changes as well as reasons to keep the contract or terminate it."

"S-so…I'll need—I'll need to look at this quarter's budget and—and all the information on the clients-"

"You'll be given a company computer as well as an employee code and password for you to access anything you need." Thor walks up to the desk, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it. I know I still am." He grins.

Steve gives up on waiting, deciding it was better to just leave the packets on the desk for HR to find rather than to wait for someone to come back, if they ever were. Apparently the people here took eight to five rather seriously. He re-checks his briefcase to make sure he had everything he needed—the files he was supposed to go over, employee handbook, and his new work laptop which he was extremely grateful for. Most days his computer at home felt like it was a living fossil.

None of this seemed right.

He was barely 27 years old. Even if he wasn't undercover this all seemed a little ridiculous. There was no way he had the qualifications to take on such a political and business oriented job and it was making him uncomfortable. He wanted to tell them there'd been some kind of mistake, wanted to clear the air about whatever they thought qualified him to take on this work load but he had an investigation to carry out and they were practically handing him everything he needed.

Still…this seemed too easy. What would happen to him if they found out he was FBI?

Steve presses the button for the elevator, checking his watch. He'd have to pick something up for dinner. All the anxiety about getting this new job and he'd forgotten to go food shopping. He steps into the elevator, pressing the button for the lobby and sighing, running a hand over his face. Things wouldn't be so unnerving if it weren't for the seriousness of the job and-

A hand catches the doors as they start to close, "I apologize for having to delay you." Loki grins at him, standing in front of the elevator doors as they close. Steve could feel his blood run cold. "Did you have a nice first day?" Loki steps towards him, Steve backing into the wall.

"I—I can't say I did."

"Ohh," Loki frowns, stepping closer. "Why's that?"

"Well I think it's safe to say that you're starting to overstep your—uhh—friendly welcome."

"Tch. And here I was going to invite myself to spend another night in your bed." Loki presses Steve into the wall, his hand on his chest. "I don't get the feeling you'll be able to resist my offers for very long."

Steve scowls at him. "I think I can resist long enough."

"Do you?" Loki hums. He presses his lips to the base of Steve's jaw. "The way I got you riled up this morning…I don't think it takes much." Loki pushes his knee between Steve's legs—Steve very much aware of the way their hips were pressing together—and moves his lips down the bone of his jaw slowly.

He grabs Loki's shoulders firmly, pushing him away at arm's length. "I told you that I'm not interested, okay?" The elevator dings, the doors opening and Steve pushing past him. He keeps his head low and strides quickly towards the parking garage. Steve didn't dare look back to see if he was being followed.

All he wanted was to get in his car and get home.

"I'm not so sure I believe that."

Steve ignores him, continuing towards his car. He digs in his pocket for his keys, tucking his briefcase under one arm in an attempt to unlock his door, Loki leaning against it as he tries to open it. Steve scowls at him and sets his briefcase on top of the car.

"Actually…I don't believe that at all."

"What is it with you?" Steve snaps. "Do you not understand that I'm not comfortable with you-"

"No," Loki hums, smiling pleasantly. "I just don't understand why."

"Why?"

"Yes. I'd like to know why." He leans casually against the car, looking over his nails and talking in a tone that seemed as if this were a conversation over coffee. Maybe that was what made Steve's stomach twist whenever he talked. Loki talked so confidently as if he already had this conversation mapped out the way he wanted.

"B-but I—I told you why. In the office I-I told you that I—I wasn't comfortable-"

"Comfortable, you keep using that word," Loki smirks. "You weren't comfortable with taking me home last night to begin with so I don't see what's so different now."

"The fact that you're my employer's son!" Steve yells, taking a deep breath and stepping away from the other man. "Are you just not understanding that I don't want to jeopardize my reputation? I'm young and unfortunately for me it can be fucked up just by talking to the wrong people at the wrong time." He needed to watch what he said, just needed to keep acting like this was about sleeping with the wrong person. For all he knew Loki was already on to him.

Loki laughs, snorting and shaking his head. "You're not listening-"

"No…" Steve turns on him, raising his finger threateningly. "You're not-"

"What did Odin say to you?"

Steve furrows his brow. "Wh-what? I-"

"This morning, what did he say to you?" Loki rolls his eyes when Steve doesn't answer. "He told you that you could only climb down from where you are now…" he smirks, looking away, "or pushed."

"And you intend to push me?"

"Oh please…"

"So what then? I'm just supposed to along with your little game? Despite the impression you may have of me I don't sleep with total strangers for personal gain. You knew who I was before we even left the bar last night that's why I'm not going along with your little charade, you played me, and if it weren't for your constant harassment today I would've liked to know why!"

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe I simply liked the sex?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "Loki, that's not-"

"I don't recall any recent lovers giving me such a rocking orgasm…and I certainly don't recall being given multiple rocking orgasms in a single night," Loki pulls away from the door, walking towards him. "You're like an animal in bed, Steve. Quite alluring from having such a quiet disposition." Loki licks his lips. "Who could blame me for pursuing something I want? You?" He smirks. "You were the one who gave me that advice in the first place."

"You know that wasn't what I meant…"

"Perhaps not," he hums, walking around him, his fingers glazing over his arms, shoulders, and chest. "But I have a habit of choosing a favorite toy…and you're my lucky contender. I won't give up so easily, Steven." Steve cringes at the sound of his full name.

"Look…" he sighs, rolling his shoulders. "You're really attractive, alright? And to be honest I wouldn't mind sleeping around with you if I knew it was going somewhere. But you don't want it to go somewhere, you've made that very obvious." Loki looks him over and smirks. "For what it's worth I do think you're beautiful and—yeah, you're probably the best sex I've had in a long time. Just—don't twist my arm on this, alright? I guess I'll…see you later."

Steve opens the door to his car—finally—and tosses his briefcase inside, Loki stepping back as he starts the ignition. He rolls down his window and pulls out of the parking space. Steve glances at Loki while pulling away, giving him a small smile.

"Did he tell you why the others left?" Loki calls after him. Steve stops the car short, looking back at him. "What did he tell you, Rogers? That they climbed down themselves? Or were they pushed?" Steve furrows his brow, watching him laugh to himself. Loki grins, blowing him a kiss.

"See you tomorrow."

Steve sits down with his third grilled cheese sandwich and rubs his eyes, looking over the reports once again. Nothing about them made sense. They were military contracts being funded by unlisted political groups for mass amounts of funding that he couldn't match up to anything in the budget. He was a soldier and history major in college as well as a low ranking rookie FBI agent. There was no way he was ever going to be qualified for this job not to mention figure out what the hell he was looking for.

The Odinson Corporation had a few contracts and stock holders in the past that were a little less than legal since they were from overseas. Even more so because apparently there was an incident in which the usage for the money being funded was not listed anywhere within the contracts. That seemed to be what Steve was dealing with here. He wasn't even sure if these were for the American military or not.

He sighs, tossing the crust of his sandwich onto the plate. What was the point? He was never going to be able to understand any of this business lingo or whatever it was by Wednesday much less have a report for his superiors at the end of the first two weeks. For God's sakes he was only in community college for two years. The most business oriented class he had was a history about American monopolies. Even then it wasn't very informative. It was more political than anything. Maybe that was the point though…all these big businesses revolved around politics and status.

Even the eldest—Thor—had said that Steve was to be more concerned about dealing with people.

But he'd also said that even he didn't have a full grasp on everything that was going on. He was cheery but he didn't come off as a numbskull. If he was being schooled in business he'd be able to recognize if something was up. Unless he already knew.

Steve pinches his nose. He was just going to have to tell them that this job wasn't for him. Steve wanted to paint, he wanted to be a history teacher, hell, he could even settle for a military desk job. Just not this. Natasha of course would never let him live it down—especially with all the trouble she must have gone through—but Steve didn't need a reputation to grade half-legible essays written by fifteen year olds. And he certainly didn't need the kind of stress that came from working undercover.

His phone buzzes. Steve furrows his brow and checks the clock. Nearly 4AM. He opens his messages and sighs.

Loki ;-): Late night? 3:56AM

Steve doesn't answer. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, figuring he should call it a night. Still…he couldn't shake the feeling that things were a lot shadier than they were supposed to be. He frowns, looking at his phone again. Steve could be wrong, but—it was starting to feel like Loki knew about it.

He opens the local newspapers' website and types in 'Loki Odinson.' Steve frowns when he doesn't come up with any results. He opens a search engine for the entire news broadcast and types the name in again only to come up with the same results—none. Frustrated, Steve opens up Google, typing Loki's name into there. It pulled up multiple similarities—to both the Norse god of mischief as well as the Odinson Corporation—but nothing on the young man. That didn't make any sense though. Even Odin had introduced Loki as his youngest son…

"He's not my father!"

Steve places a hand to his mouth, leaning forward, and furrowing his brow. Either Odin didn't want anyone knowing about son number two or…Loki wasn't the man's real name. He couldn't decide which sounded crazier.