~8 months previously~
The sound of their breathing, heavy, filled the air. The room was otherwise silent, and fairly dark though it was only mid-afternoon.
"Loki," was the only word that escaped the mouth of the older blonde man, who lay beside the raven-haired god.
Said god was smirking, gazing into the azure eyes of his lover. Oh, he was 100% sure Thor would disapprove of him sleeping with one of his team mates, and surely would punish him later, but it was so damned appealing. After all, Steve was so sweet and loving to him, like no other had been before. Especially in non-sexual ways. More so than even his brother. He was drawn in like a moth to a flame.
Sighing, the super-soldier gently brushed the dark, sweat-slicked hair off of Loki's brow, smiling softly at him as he placed a kiss upon it.
"I love you."
The words did not come so lightly from him. It had been many years since he had loved one as he had loved Loki, and it made the teen's heart swell. The godling smiled, though it was really more of a smirk.
"I love you, too, Steven Rogers." His jade eyes twinkled mischievously. Of course, there was no other way they could twinkle, really. Other than, perhaps, sadly, but the sadness was always there. Laying just underneath the surface...unnameable, unchanging, eternal. But it was part of him, and after a while, no one noticed.
"Does the rest of the team know...about us?"
Steve shook his head.
"No. Not even Natasha or Clint. I cover my tracks better these days."
"You're sure?"
"Fa-" A thin finger pressed against his lips.
"Never mind that. Shh. Just...hold me. Please."
Wordlessly, the supersoldier's arms snaked around his lover's trim waist, pulling him closer. It was blissful in that moment, just the two of them in the quiet of the room, sealed away from the rest of the madly spinning world, for just a few hours.
Little did either of them know that a storm was coming that had nothing to do with the forecast, or that in a few short months, they would be the parents to a tiny goddess. In that very moment, Loki didn't truly understand what it meant to BE Loki. Oh no, he had only had a small taste. But the pot was boiling and the full course would be served in due time. He wold be alone. He would be with child.
He would fulfill his fate, and have a full serving of the pain that came with it.
