Damn I like working with this story. I was feeling really down with my writing so it's definitely giving me a confidence boost. This is sort of all I've had time to work on though, sorry. :(
Disclaimer: Does not own MCU
Warning: Smut
Comments/critiques are welcomed!
EDIT: I did change it slightly to make Steve investigating Odinson Corporate undercover through the FBI
Whatever insight Loki was giving him with these contracts must have been working since the board of directors seemed pleased with what Steve had to say. Only three of the seven other board members were there—including Thor and Odin—and he couldn't recall them making any kind of negative comments as they had with the other gentleman.
In fact they hardly asked him any questions at all.
Steve still wasn't sure what it was exactly he was doing but Loki seemed to know how to operate. Although the new contracts that came in seemed to trip even Loki up the first few times they went over the information. Names to research and other seemingly random information…Steve wasn't one to complain though. He just helped Loki when he was asked and to be honest the sex wasn't feeling too much like blackmail anymore…more like a happy circumstance.
Only thing was…Steve was using him too. More than probably Loki even knew. He was practically handing Steve information for his report and if Steve was lucky two weeks of snooping would be all he needed. Using Loki was putting a strain on his conscience, one he knew someone in the FBI shouldn't have. The worst part was he was actually starting to like him. Not just because of the sex. The sex was…yeah it was definitely a factor.
The way Loki moved just had such grace and fluidity that it nearly drove Steve insane. He'd mapped out each sensitive spot on his body and yet he was able to find more—some not even Steve knew about. He was submissive to Steve's alpha while at the same time dominating the bedroom like the captain of a ship. Sex wasn't exactly foreign to Steve in any sense of the word but sex with Loki…it was like Steve was learning an entirely different language. It wasn't that Steve thought Loki spent more time in bed than he did, just that he had a little more experience and most likely got more helpful advice earlier on.
And while Loki was extremely—vocal—in the bedroom he was a completely different person at work.
Other than the occasional conversation with Thor or Barb, Steve was the only person Loki didn't go out of his way to avoid. He enjoyed spending time with him and it seemed that now that he knew he had Steve under his thumb he wasn't so keen on jumping him in the office. At least not usually. But Loki didn't come off as a flirt or even as a social being.
In fact he seemed more awkward about social situations than Steve. Loki spent a good deal of his time in Steve's office. If he wasn't in Steve's office he usually spotted him in one of the empty ones on the far side of the floor. Without Steve, Loki ate lunch alone, went to dinner alone, and other than spending time in his apartment after work Loki claimed he was normally at home. He didn't mention any friends and while Steve had noticed a few people—both men and women—taking interest in him, Loki dismissed them without a glance.
Loki seemed to be interested in Steve and only Steve. He worried that part of the reason was that he was on to him and he also worried that the simplest reason was that Loki just wanted a friend. While he was a bother and he had a knack for sneaking up on him, as well as being a potential threat in his operation, Loki wasn't really all that bad. Steve had so many questions though—the most notable being what Loki did before he showed up and if Odin wasn't his real father…who was?
"Working late?"
Steve looks up from the copier and smiles, Loki casually strolling into the room. An arm snakes around Steve's waist and Loki rubs his thumb slowly against his side.
Shit. He thought he'd left with Thor and the old man. Steve had been spending the past hour and a half copying files and documents that might prove useful in his investigation. He didn't need Loki looking them over and asking questions. Steve wasn't very good at lying directly.
Loki practically drapes himself against Steve, keeping the arm around his waist and slinging the other over his shoulder. He nips at Steve's ear, pressing his face against his jaw.
"I think there are still a few stragglers," Steve smirks. "Someone could see."
"Why are you here late?"
"Why are you here so late?" Steve grins, running a hand absentmindedly down his thigh. "I thought you left hours ago."
"It's only six," Loki hums.
"People around here seem to take eight to five religiously."
Loki chuckles, nuzzling Steve's neck with a sigh. "I needed to take care of a few things…and you weren't answering your phone."
Steve kisses his hair. "Does that mean you got horny?"
"It means I missed you," he smirks. Loki runs a hand over Steve's hair. "You're good for more than just sex you know. You're arm candy." He grins, Steve rolling his eyes in response.
"Gee, thanks."
Loki chuckles and kisses his neck, drawing away from him to sit down on the desk. Steve watches him move away. He didn't want him to go though. Steve leaves the copier running, reaching out for Loki's hip and drawing him closer. "I do like you for more than just sex too you know…"
"Is that so?"
When Loki had told him Steve was his new favorite toy he wasn't exactly sure what that was going to mean. Of course now he knew it meant spending just about every night rolling around in his sheets.
He wasn't exactly complaining though. Steve just wished Loki's general demeanor didn't shock his nerves the way it did. He couldn't really explain that other than the suspicion that Loki knew who he was but if that were the case he would've expected Loki to oust him by now. Apparently Loki was having too much fun trying to fuck him at work. Reading people was not his specialty. Steve liked to think he had a good judge of character but having it seemed more of a burden than anything.
Steve was never very good at meeting other people. The military had certainly given him a confidence boost and helped him get over some anxieties but there were others that dealt more with personal relationships that he was still unsure of. He didn't really think of himself as shy, just introverted. Steve didn't like having to deal with large groups and meeting new people was physically exhausting.
The weird thing was Loki didn't exhaust him. Talking to him was easy since he seemed to know exactly what he was going to say—something else Steve couldn't explain. Really there was no way to explain Loki at all. His main interests seemed to be sex, Steve, and sex. He talked to Steve a lot but Steve couldn't reiterate what they talked about. They just…talked.
Steve hums, kissing just under his jaw. "You mind helping me with a few of these tonight?"
"What's in it for me?"
"How about…Chinese and orgasms? As many as you want…"
Loki grins as Steve runs a hand down his side, his mouth wandering further down his neck. He nips at his vein lightly and places a kiss on the spot. "As many as I want?"
The lights turn out in the room, Steve quickly drawing away from Loki and looking around. Barb gasps and turns the lights back on. "Oh gosh…I'm sorry, Mr. Rogers," she blushes. "And—Mr. Laufeyson?" Loki forces a smile. "I didn't realize there was anyone left on this floor…" She glances past them at the copier. Steve catches her eye and she smiles. "Working late tonight?"
"We won't be long," Steve clears his throat. She was eyeing Loki suspiciously, her shoulders tensed like he was posing a threat. "Is…there anything else?"
Barb blinks, turning to Steve. She forces a smile. "Just make sure to turn the lights out."
Steve and Loki share and look as she walks away, Loki hopping off the table and walking towards the door. He pokes his head out into the hall. Not moments after he disappears from the room. Steve furrows his brow. He collects his papers and folders, shutting off the lights as he exits the copy room, looking around. Whatever that was it wasn't good if it was setting off alarms for himself. He was trying to stay as invisible as possible.
It was mostly dark except for a few overhead lights. Loki had all but disappeared. No one else seemed to be on the floor though, Barb being the last of the stragglers other than himself and his partner. However it would seem Steve was now alone.
A hand grabs the back of his blazer. Steve drops all of his papers to catch their wrist, sighing when Loki grins at him.
"What are you doing? I thought you found something better to stalk," Steve scowls at him, crouching down to collect his files.
"Who, Barb?" Loki snorts. "No, I was just making sure she got lost…fucking bitch."
Steve raises a brow. He stands back up to face him, tucking his papers under his arm. "That was a little hostile. Not liking Barb so much are we?" Steve smirks. "Any reasons I should be aware of? And why the hell were you scouting the floor? I thought you were going to help me with these at my place."
"As—wonderful as Chinese and orgasms sounds…" Loki sighs, stepping forward to place a hand on his chest. "I can't spend all evening with you tonight. Family, you know…I could stick around here for another hour?"
"Well…I don't know how much we can get done in an hour…"Steve frowns, leading him towards his office. "But I'd be happy to take you to dinner if you have time." He shoots him a grin as he opens the door. "You're not just some easy trick, you know, I actually like spending time with you."
He sets his papers on the desk turning around to have Loki lunge for him, pressing his knee between his legs and kissing him harshly. Steve attempts to push him away, his hands gripping at his waist, but Loki pushes against his hips to pin him between himself and the desk. He groans when Loki starts to kiss down his neck. His mouth latches onto Steve's throat, Steve able to push him away before pulling another small noise from his lips.
"Wait, wait, we-" Loki smirks at him, pressing forward. "We shouldn't do this here. What about…cameras? Or-"
"Nobody looks at them," he lowers his eyes and grasps Steve's belt, unhooking it.
Steve catches his hands. "Sure about that?" Loki laughs and pulls his belt from Steve's pants. He grasps Loki's jaw, pulling it up to look at him. "Loki…I'm not gonna have sex with you in this office…"
"Don't like the rush of adrenaline from the fear of the janitor catching us? Afraid we'll mess up the woodwork-?"
"How about security seeing us on the cameras?"
Loki shakes his head. "Nobody views the cameras on this floor."
"Why?"
He receives an irritated glare in response. Loki pulls away from him to pace around to the other side of the desk, hopping onto it and leaning back on his hands. He stares out the window. Steve shrugs off his blazer and tosses it onto the chair, standing next to him and rolling up his sleeves.
"You don't trust me, do you, Rogers?"
Steve laughs lightly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Well…you don't exactly give me a lot to trust, do you?"
"Good," Loki smirks. He crosses his legs, looking over the papers on the desk. Steve had a few picture frames up now, a small plant to keep his anxiety down…since it appeared he'd be keeping this room to himself he figured he'd make it his own. He needed to appear as if this was considered a permanent job. "It's cozy in here now…" His eyes catch on one of the pictures, Loki's face darkening. He plucks it from its place. "Don't want to fuck me on the desk with your girlfriend watching?"
He glances at the picture, Steve's stomach lurching. "She's not my girlfriend," Steve sighs. "Now…why aren't the cameras on this floor reviewed?"
"Why isn't she your girlfriend?"
Steve tenses. He stares at the picture, looking away. "Why does that-" he shakes his head, fist clenched by his side. "What does it matter? She's not, that's all I have to say-"
"Did you love her?"
"Loki—I don't want to talk about her."
Loki chuckles, sitting up. "I'm only asking if you-"
"She died," Steve replies sharply, taking the picture from him. He sets it face down on the desk. Loki's eyes flash as Steve pulls away.
"Steve-"
Steve collects his papers, shoving them into his briefcase without a word.
"Steve, I'm sorry-"
"It's fine, Loki, I'll see you tomorrow-" He stops when Loki catches his arm. Loki was watching him, his eyes hard and focused. Steve sighs and looks away.
"I didn't mean to upset you," Loki's face softens, holding Steve's wrist gently. "I'm sorry, I am."
"Why do you answer everything with a question?" Steve scowls, taking a hold of Loki's arm. "Why is it you have to push my buttons for no reason at all?"
Loki forces out a small laugh, placing his hand over Steve's. "Because…it's in my nature…just like it is yours to be so soft-spoken." He wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him closer. Loki rests his head on his chest. "I didn't mean to upset you…"
Steve tenses, staring at the smaller man that was pressed up against him. He rests his chin on top of his head and sighs. Loki knew…exactly what to say. And how to sound sincere about it. Steve just wasn't sure he was. That was what made him feel so uneasy around him…the fact that so many beautiful words came out of Loki's mouth but they didn't have anything behind them. He glances at their reflection in the window. Loki's eyes were staring so bitterly at the city below.
Whatever this was, whether it was cruel or dishonest, it was also starting to feel a little unfair.
Loki pants lightly against Steve's neck, humming at the way his thumbs were tracing his lower back. Steve buries his face into Loki's hair and takes deep breaths. He was attempting to ignore the slight throb between his legs. Steve would say they'd both had their fair share tonight, the acrid smell in the room settling over them like a dull heat, and yet Steve's body was apparently insatiable. Loki shifts against him and smirks, his thigh brushing against the apex of Steve's legs.
"Well…" he pants, humming in Steve's ear. "It would seem someone is ready for round four."
"I'm sorry…" Steve pecks his brow and sighs. He sits up slowly, laying Loki back down on the bed. "I think I'll go take a cold shower or something." Loki wraps his arms around Steve's waist and tugs him gently back down, a faint flush rising over Steve's cheeks. "You don't have to, really," he chuckles. "I can-"
"Just lay down…"
Steve hums, Loki climbing over him and cupping his face, planting gentle kisses on his lips and cheeks. He moves slowly, kissing down Steve's neck and across his clavicle. His body felt so loose and warm against his. It was a comfortable weight on Steve and the way his smooth skin slid against Steve's body as he ghosts down him was making chills run through his blood.
"You're so toned," Loki praises. He runs his tongue over the muscles in his stomach, circling his naval and smiling at the small noise Steve makes. "I could get hard just looking at you like this…so toned and naked and glistening."
"G-God-" His voice radiates through Steve's body and straight to his cock. Just the tone of his voice could make him cum.
Loki nips lightly at the ridge of bone on his hip. His hands run slowly up the expanse of Steve's torso, Steve enjoying the way he touches him softly, slowly, getting a feel for every muscle and bone, simply favoring Steve's skin against his fingers. Steve bites his lip when Loki's fingers flick over his nipple, whining in his throat. Loki glances up at him with a grin.
"So sensitive…" he sighs, his breath tickling his arousal. "One of these nights I'll have to experiment with you…see how many times I can make you cum without ever touching your most erogenous area."
"F-f-fuck, Loki-"
Steve's voice hitches in his throat, his cock twitching with interest. Loki swipes his tongue over the head and Steve makes a sharp noise, biting his lip when Loki pulls away. His arousal felt so full and hot where it lay against his lower abdomen, Loki leaving it alone as he kisses Steve's inner thighs, his hands kneading into Steve's stomach and chest. He bites suddenly into Steve's thigh, making him jump. Loki whispers against the mark and pecks it gently. He smugly looks up at Steve from between his legs and smirks.
Loki sighs beautifully and rests his head against Steve's hip, kissing and nipping the base of Steve's erection. His hips jump from the sensation, desperately wanting the rest of his mouth on him, Steve mumbling his name lowly.
"Your body is so exhausted already," Loki hums, Steve's hips trembling. "You truly have the libido of a god…"
He kisses the swell of his hips approvingly, his head raising to brush his lips over Steve's twitching erection, licking him slowly to enjoy the noises that escape Steve's lips. Loki takes the head into his mouth, Steve digging his teeth into his lip to keep from groaning. He swirls his tongue slowly and presses into the slit. Loki hums when Steve's back arches just slightly from the bed.
Loki slowly draws him into the wet heat of his mouth and groans. He digs his nails into Steve's chest, keeping Steve's cock full in his mouth, his tongue pressed against the underside of him. Loki runs his hands down his stomach and over his thighs. His tongue starts to move and curve around him, somehow drawing him further into his mouth, Steve keening out a noise.
His hands fly to Loki's hair, Loki awarding him with a small hum and pressing his head into his touch while continuing to suck Steve's cock, swirling his tongue as he takes him in and hollowing his cheeks as he pulls away. Steve moans and hums and whines, his hips jumping when Loki hums around him and causes that sweet vibration that brought him so close to bliss it was torture.
"Loki, God…so beautiful…"
He watches as Loki moves against his body, his mouth stretched full of his cock, his lips still swollen and red from their rough kisses and bites. Steve's head falls back against the pillows when Loki takes him into his throat and swallows. He was so close, so close, and Loki knew it. He was torturing him, slowing his ministrations and using light touches, drawing all the way back to flick his tongue over the head. Steve whines and tugs at Loki's hair. Loki's hand rubs over the strong heat that was throbbing in Steve's stomach.
"What if I were to leave you like this?"
"Loki-" Steve hiss out a breath, his stomach trembling. Loki licks up the base of his cock and smirks, blowing on the cool stripe his tongue had left.
So close…
"You want to cum, don't you? I can feel how tense you are…" Loki runs his hands up Steve's torso, his voice threatening to finish the job. "How desperately you want me…I could keep you like this for hours you know, struggling for breath, hot and flushed with desire…"
"P-please…"
Loki smiles. "How I enjoy that little beg in your voice…are you going to cum for me?" Steve nods feebly, Loki flashing him a grin. He takes him into his mouth slowly, pressing the flat of his tongue against him, pulling back up to suck harshly on the head. Loki wraps his hand around the base and strokes him roughly.
Steve cries out, his nails digging into Loki's hair as he cums and his vision whiting-out, Loki humming approvingly and sucking him dry, swallowing around him. His tongue cleans him off, Steve's eyes fluttering from the feeling as Loki's hands are relentless in their exploration of his body.
Loki continues swirling his tongue around him well after Steve had finished, his hips twitching from him licking sensitive skin. Steve gasps when Loki finally pulls away. He kisses Steve's hips gently and crawls back up his body, curling up next to him and slinging his arm over his chest, Loki's face pressed into his neck.
"There," Loki sighs. "Now…sleep."
Steve laughs lightly and presses his nose into Loki's hair, his thumb rubbing small circles on his shoulder.
Things were—nice like this. It almost felt like he and Loki were dating. Steve furrows his brow and pulls Loki closer to him, the smaller man humming. He wasn't really sure what they were…relationships nowadays didn't need labels, most were so unpredictable anyway but—Steve got attached so quickly. He could only spend so much time with someone before falling for them.
Right now it was still too soon to tell.
He liked Loki a lot sure and if he didn't feel so guilty about using him he'd probably be more inclined to offer him to go out for coffee on the weekends or to take a walk or…something ridiculously stupid and cliché. To be honest Steve would just be happy staying in bed with him all day, touching softly and pressed warmly against one another. Certainly less stressful than figuring out what he was going to do now that he was back in the states. Plus having someone to share a bed with again was…nice. Steve just wished it were under different circumstances.
Above everything else his priority was to the Bureau. And—hopefully—when all of his undercover bullshit was done he could ask Loki to forgive him for lying. Maybe ask if they could still see one another, if not intimately than as friends.
Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
Sooner or later he was going to have to give Natasha a piece of his mind for recommending him for this assignment. She knew he didn't do well in high pressure and covert situations. He was point blank a soldier in the military. There were no frilly masks or covers to hide what he was, everyone knew, including the enemy. Eluding people was not his specialty. Besides…when he met Loki in the bar there was no way for him to know he was connected to the case.
There hadn't been a mention of a second son, let alone a description. From what Steve had gathered Loki may not even be Odin's real son.
Laufeyson…
A soft sound escapes Loki's lips. Steve glances at him, smiling softly at the way he was so relaxed in sleep. He gently pulls his arm out from under him and lifts himself from the bed, quickly climbing off of it. Loki hums and wraps his arms around his pillow. Steve pulls the sheets and blankets further up to cover him. He pulls on a pair of pajamas, padding softly from the bedroom and into the kitchen, grabbing some of the leftover Chinese food off the counter—Loki's treat.
Steve hadn't meant to upset him about the whole thing with the picture. It didn't matter really he just—didn't talk about some things very well. Loki was always so quick to make up for things though as if to cover up that they ever happened.
Once again…Steve wasn't really complaining.
He glances towards the bedroom before sitting down at his makeshift home office, starting up his computer. Steve figured it was better to suffer with his crappy old hunk of junk than to have someone going through his work laptop. They were all connected to the same network which meant someone could look through his files and search history.
Steve pulls up a search engine and types in the name 'Laufeyson,' furrowing his brow at the results.
Apparently Laufeyson Incorporate was one of Odinson Corporate's business rivals in both Stockholm and London although they seemed to be strictly European. They seemed to deal in some of the same basics Steve had found in the other rival companies—mainly weapons and medicine. Actually Laufeyson Inc. was second leading in medicine just under Odinson.
Laufeyson himself was approximately the same age as Odinson and had both lived a majority of their lives in Sweden. He was divorced and had no known children or heirs to his company. Steve frowns. That didn't quite add up… Barb had called Loki 'Laufeyson' earlier that evening. And from what Steve knew 'Loki Odinson' didn't exist and Loki himself had denied Odin as being his father.
He pulls up the engine again and types in 'Loki Laufeyson,' getting a lot more results that seemed to be connected to the name.
From the pictures on some of the articles Steve was skimming over it would appear that was the name Loki went by. But…that would have to mean that Laufeyson was Loki's father. Unless his mother's maiden name was Laufeyson. Steve hadn't really done any research on her. Loki had mentioned her a few times but Steve didn't want to seem like he was snooping.
"What are you looking at?"
Steve swears, nearly jumping out of his seat and knocking his food onto the floor, closing the window and looking up at Loki who—thankfully—was yawning and not really paying attention to what had been on his screen.
"N-nothing, I was just-" Steve frantically picks up his spilled food, tossing it into the trash. "Just looking over some—uhh—I was—working. I d-didn't mean to-"
Loki gives him a small smile and pulls on his shoes. Steve realizes that he'd gotten dressed. "You didn't wake me," he sighs, grabbing his coat off the back of the couch. "I—have to go, unfortunately. I'm sure I've already royally pissed everyone off for not showing up or calling or anything…" Loki chuckles, raking a hand through his hair to flatten the kinks Steve's hands had made. "But if they knew how good you were in bed I'm sure they'd understand."
Steve flushes and lets out a laugh. "Yeah…"
He hums, Loki wrapping an arm around his neck and pressing his lips against his. Steve smiles into the kiss and takes a gentle hold of his waist, pressing him closer. Loki nips his bottom lip and pulls away.
"I can't stay…as much as I'd like you to—show me the stars again," Loki grins. "I'll see you later though. Maybe I can convince you to tie me to the bed next time."
Steve smirks. He wasn't sure if that was a joke or not. "I'll see what I can do."
Loki gives him a small wave as he slips out of the apartment, Steve letting out the breath he'd been holding in and flopping down into his chair. That was close.
"Where have you been?"
Loki sighs audibly, tossing his coat onto the chair. He ignores the looks he gets from Odin as he walks by his open study and the way Thor pokes his head out curiously.
"You could do the courtesy of answering me," Odin snorts, looking back down at his desk. "Since you didn't do me the courtesy of calling." Loki slams the fridge closed and chugs the wine out of the bottle, walking slowly over to the study to lean in the doorway. "Your brother and I were going out to dinner with clients tonight. Or did that slip your mind?" He scowls when Loki takes another swig from his wine. "Are you drunk? You were supposed to be here with your mother tonight!"
"Sorry…" Loki mumbles, tapping the bottle against his hip. "I was busy getting fucked sideways into the mesosphere."
Thor lowers his voice. "Loki-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Odin snaps gruffly.
"I don't know," Loki sighs, sloshing his bottle around. "I've been pretty good lately I think I deserved a few hours of being knocked into space."
Odin waves him off with a sneer, returning his attention to his paperwork. "Go make yourself useful and check on your mother! Thanks to you she's been alone all night…"Loki rolls his eyes and drops the wine bottle on the floor, walking down the hall. Thor calls after him as he picks the bottle up off the carpet. He didn't need this.
Loki steps softly on the stairs as he makes his way up to the bedrooms not bothering to turn on the light. A thick, raspy cough radiates down the hall, Loki taking off his shoes as he as walks towards the first bedroom on the left.
He lays his shoes on the floor not bothering to turn the lights on in the room either. It was his so he navigated fairly well in the dark.
"Mum?"
A woman was curled up under the sheets of his bed. She stirs when she hears his voice, shifting to find him. She coughs hoarsely when she does so. Loki climbs onto the bed next to her and places a hand on her shoulder to keep her still. She coughs into her handkerchief and looks up at him, humming.
"Mum?" he whispers to her, running a hand over her hair. "Don't you want to sleep in your own bed?"
She shakes her head and gives him a weak smile. "I don't want to wake anyone else if I need my tea…you're the only one who knows how to make my tea…"
Loki sighs and climbs under the covers, letting her wrap her arms around him, resting her forehead against his chest.
