I woke up at home. My head felt like there was someone in there with a tiny hammer. "Urgh." I groaned. I rolled over, wanting to go back to sleep, when my arm hit something hard and warm. I sat up and stared at the flesh coloured object until I realised it was another person. A guy. I blinked, confused. Who is that? I pondered as they lightly snored. I wanted it to be the guy from last night, the tall, dangerously beautiful guy I danced with, but the blonde hair left that fantasy as what it was, a fantasy. I got out of bed and headed into my bathroom, to have a shower. Once I got in there I realised I was naked and the guy had blonde hair. Short blonde hair. It hit me like ten tons of bricks. Steve. I threw the bathroom door open and stormed over to the sleeping form. I threw the covers back. Naked. Damn it! I pushed his shoulder so he shifted onto his back. There he was, my beautiful, caring best friend. His usually neat, blonde hair disheveled. Oh no. Oh no! I panicked. I pushed him. Nothing. So I shook him and he frowned.
"What?" He groaned.
"Wake up." I said.
He slowly opened his eyes, seeing me stood over him. He smiled a little and then his eyes traveled down, to my exposed breasts. "Why are you naked?" He asked, confused. I raised an eyebrow and motioned for him to look down. "Why am I naked?" His eyes widened when he remembered. "We slept together." He said this as a fact.
"Yes." I answered, not looking at him. He put his head in his hands.
"What do we do?" I heard.
"What do you want to do?" I whispered.
"I want you to put some clothes on." Was all I got back.
"Prude." I muttered as I went to my closet door and threw on my silk robe. "Better?" I asked, once I put it on.
"Yes. I can think now." He grumbled.
"Huh. Was my womanly body giving you feelings?" I laughed, trying to make this less awkward. He squinted at me, as if to say now was not the time for jokes. I looked down and sat next to him. He'd pulled the blankets over his crotch. "Sorry." I muttered.
"How did we end up in bed together?" He asked me, obviously trying to piece together what happened.
"I remember you getting jealous of the guy I'd danced with and wanting to go find him. Then you yelling at me and then you told me that..."
"I loved you." He finished my sentence.
"Yeah." I smiled sadly. He sighed heavily and looked at me with pained eyes.
"I should go." He stood, taking the blanket with him and heading into the bathroom. I just stayed sat on my bed, listening to the sound of the shower. I didn't love him the way he loved me and that broke my heart. I'd been hurting him for years and I never knew.
After five minutes, I heard the shower shut off and he came back out. He had a towel around his waist and another on his head. I looked at him in a new light. I'd never noticed how handsome he was before, how he'd always taken care of me and how protective he was. In that moment I made a decision. I stood and walked towards him, I stared up at him, trying to soften my eyes and hoping it worked. I stood onto my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. Gentle and soft at first, nothing happening because he didn't realise. I then he grabbed my waist and pressed me too him, deepening the kiss. Our lips moved together, urgently and in need. Then I pulled away from him, and stood there, close enough to touch. I stared at him as I slowly undid my robe and let is drop to the floor. His eyes widened and I could see he was excited. Without warning he grabbed my wrist and picked me up, he took me to the bed and dropped me there. We kissed again, with all the urgency in the world.
N/A: There is a point to this, Steve and Nora are not a couple. They just have sex, cause she's that kind of person. This story is mainly sex, fighting and dysfunctional love. I could see Loki being the kind to love a woman but not in the normal way. More in the sense that they fight, physically fight with each other. Make each other bleed and then five seconds later have sex on the floor while telling each other they love each other and they'd die for each other.