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Steve was pissed, to say the least. Not only was he pissed, he was concerned. Kelsey was the first person he really met when he woke up that didn't terrify him or make him feel threatened. And she was with Loki? What was Loki doing back on Earth?
His mind was jumbled as he jumped on his bike and drove to her apartment in a hurry, his heart pumping. He was hoping to God that it wasn't Loki, but her description of him was spot on, down to his golden breast plate.
He whipped into the parking lot, removing his helmet. "Please, don't hurt her." He begged quietly. He knocked on her door loudly, and it opened quietly. He was confused by the concern on her face.
"Steve, you're going to wake him up." She scolded, her voice low. "Why did you come over so late?" She let him in the apartment, and he marched over to the couch where the body was lying after propping his shield by the door.
"I'll be damned." He muttered, surveying the God as he laid on the old purple sheet. "You have no idea who this is?" He asked her, and she shook her head.
"He hasn't spoken a word." She said sadly, sitting down at her kitchen table. A cup of coffee sat there, steam overflowing from the lid. She always reused the cup from the coffee shop, because she had a habit of dropping all of her glass mugs. The only one she had left, she refused to use. It was a gift from Steve.
Her Captain America mug.
"You can't stay here with him." He told Kelsey, and she raised her eyebrows at him.
"Because he seems so dangerous. Obviously he's having some troubles, and I want to help him." She told Steve, and he inwardly cursed his friend for having such a kind heart.
"Kelsey, we need to talk." He suggested, and she gestured for him to follow her into the bedroom. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, like they always did when he entered her room. It just seems so... Unnatural.
"Kelsey, do you remember when I had told you about Thor's brother?" He asked her, sitting very properly on the edge of her bed. She flopped down and grabbed a pillow, holding it to her chest.
"Yes, that's when you paid for my tickets to go back to California to see my parents, which was very generous and I'm still forever in your debt for that." She retorted, and he continued.
"Well, you remember all of the destruction he caused. And they weren't very happy with him in Asgard, so he was to be punished severely. And well .." He gestured towards the door, and it took Kelsey a moment to put the pieces together.
"So he is Thor's brother?" She gasped, placing her hand to her mouth. Steve nodded solemnly. "That's not a punishment. That's torture! I don't care what he had done, no one deserves to be treated like that." She felt her heart ache for the fallen God.
"We need to do something about him. He can't stay here." Steve gently placed his hand on her arm. "Let me get Thor here." Kelsey sighed.
"If you think that's the best option. I don't want any more harm to come to him, he seems to have been through enough." Steve looked conflicted.
"I don't want you to be here with him, but I don't want to leave him here alone." He was pondering his options when Kelsey interrupted him.
"Just stay here with me. It's late, and I would like to go to bed soon." She suggested, and he swallowed nervously. He hasn't stayed in a bed with a girl in… Well, he doesn't think he has ever stayed in bed with a girl like this. She could sense his hesitation, and she rubbed her eyes.
"Just stay. You can leave to go find a way to contact Thor in the morning." She decided.
"Where will I sleep?" He asked, and she pursed her lips. The couch was occupied by the fallen God.
"You could always sleep in the bed with me, I don't care. It's either that or the floor." She told him, and a bubble of laughter escaped her mouth when she saw how red his face became at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as her. "The floor it is." She decided, going over to the closet and pulled out any extra pillows and blankets that she had.
He took them gratefully and laid them out in the floor next to her bed, and she went back in the living room to check on Loki. He was sleeping soundly, his greasy black hair fanned across the pillow. His mouth was red and sore looking, but it probably felt a thousand times better now that the stitches were removed. She grabbed the empty bottle of water and threw it away before returning to her room.
Steve was standing there, the makeshift bed in the floor ready. He was in the process of removing his shirt, and she felt her jaw drop when she saw his muscles. She knew that Steve was obviously very built, but she didn't know the full definition of the word until she saw the super soldier without his shirt.
When he noticed her staring, he covered his body awkwardly with his shirt while his cheeks flushed red. "I can put it back on?" He suggested, but she shook her head.
"That's unnecessary. Just leave it off." She probably sounded more eager than she wanted, but it was a nice sight to behold. She grabbed her pajama shirt off of the bed, before gnawing her bottom lip. She didn't like to sleep in pants.
"Don't look." She told him as she went to the opposite side of the room. She removed her scrub top and bottom before slipping on her large t-shirt. She threw them in the hamper before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After she was finished, she quickly dove into the bed.
"Okay, I'm decent." He looked over at Kelsey to see her lying there, her red hair up in a messy bun. Her green eyes were heavy with exhaustion, yet she was still smiling beautifully at him. "I'll see you in the morning, Steve." She told him, closing her eyes and letting sleep almost instantly overtake her.
"Goodnight, Kelsey." He whispered, lying flat on his back. He did not want to sleep with that monster so close to Kelsey, but he could feel sleep begin to overtake him. Before he fell asleep, he glanced at Kelsey once more, and smiled to himself. She was so beautiful.
The next morning, Steve awoke feeling slightly stiff from sleeping on the floor. He sat up carefully, feeling his back pop and crack as he worked out the stiffness. Kelsey was not in her bed, he quickly realized, and he jumped up. "Kelsey?" He asked, walking out of the bedroom.
She was squatting down beside the couch, looking at Loki's torso. "Kelsey, back away from him." He warned her, and she turned around to glare at him.
"Let me do my job." She scoffed, turning back around to his wounds. She removed his dirty gauze, feeling him stir from his sleep. When he awoke, he jumped, surprised at her proximity to him, but he relaxed slightly when he saw that she was changing his bandages. She finished his torso quickly, leaning forward to inspect his mouth,
"The wounds are healing quickly on your mouth, which is good." She told him, getting a q-tip and gently applying antibiotic ointment to his minuscule wounds. "Don't lick it off. I'm going to make breakfast." She said, standing up. Loki growled deep in his chest when she moved, and she raised her eyebrows in confusion.
When she turned around, she saw that Steve had his shield ready, and he still lacked a shirt. "Steve, put it away." She hissed, seeing the distress he was causing Loki. Steve hesitated, but listened, not wanting to cause any trouble. Loki glared at Steve as he maneuvered his way through the apartment.
"Well, this will be a fun day." She said, rubbing her temples as she made her way into the kitchen to make them all breakfast.
