Chapter 6: Eyelid Kiss

Eyelid Kiss: While your partner is resting/sleeping with eyes closed, very very gently kiss the spot right below their browbone. A very intimate kiss.

Rated: K+ / PG13

Warning: Steve pretty much being Loki'd throughout this...

Loki stood at the open door. It was night, yet there was still light pouring in through the windows from the city below them. Orange and yellow hues glistened off the walls and furniture, creating a deep contrast between the dark blues that still managed to engulf the room, despite the curtain-less windows.

The yellow and orange colors danced as a small lump moved beneath the sheets and blankets. The god stepped forward 'til his knees gently hit the bed. The small mass had stopped moving, and Loki carefully took a hold of the sheets and pulled them up and down, just enough to see Steve Roger's peacefully sleeping face.

Loki smiled softly; something he hadn't done in quite some time. The blonde scrunched his face as yellow light streaked across it. He began to stir, small body flipping over towards the darker part of the room. Loki gently set the blanket down at Steve's lean shoulders.

Magic was a tricky business when one missed a step or two. Loki hadn't intended to reverse the Captain's body back to its pre-serum days. In fact the god had fully intended to kill the man with his spell. The only explanation he could come up with as he and the rest of the Avengers watched Steve shrink was that the spell had backfired, and that he had missed a step or two somewhere in conjuring it up.

With little choice and rash thinking, Loki took the opportunity to take the first Avenger hostage while in his weakened state. It didn't take much effort to kidnap Steve really (in fact Loki just picked him up, he weighed so little), and once Loki had him, they disappeared in a flash of golden magic.

Honestly Loki doesn't understand what or how it had all happened, but during the course of a short three weeks, Steve and Loki had developed… something. Loki wasn't sure what it was. All he knew was that it started when he concluded that Steve wasn't really much of a threat in his pre-serum state, and decided to keep him in the extra bedroom (locked of course).

Loki brought him food and clothes, and in return Steve would unintentionally entertain his captive with his shortness and weakness. Loki felt all too superior and amused with the fact that the great Captain America actually needed help getting something from the taller shelves in the bathroom closet.

Of course it started with mind games; Loki loved to mess with mortal minds. Tricking Steve into believing the spell had "worn off" and had received his stronger body back was always an enjoyable splendor to watch. It always ended with Steve hurting himself in some manner, which resulted in Loki fussing over the large bruises or cuts the all too fragile blonde had received. He would tell himself that there was no point in keeping a hostage that was either dead or too weak to move, of course.

There were also the small whispers he'd conjure in Steve's head randomly throughout the day. Things such as, "weakling", "useless", or "worthless" were normally replayed over and over again. The trickster often got amusement from the dark bags under the short blonde's eyes, or the look of utter misery etched onto Steve's face. However that had stopped after the fifth day Loki had used the whispers. He wanted to say it was because he was bored with it, but the real reason was because he had found Steve sitting at the end of his bed staring blankly at nothing, while his knuckles bled from punching and shattering the bathroom mirror.

What finally pushed both of them to the edge (one that Loki still didn't know what kind of edge it even was, or how they even got there in the first place), was when Steve suddenly had an asthma attack. Loki had sensed something was wrong, and when he came into the bedroom, there was Steve partially wrapped in the sheets and on the floor (he had fallen out of bed) wheezing and panting. The god didn't exactly know what to do, he hadn't seen anything like it, but when Steve looked at Loki with plead and vulnerability in his eyes, the trickster was suddenly at his side. He cradled the small figure in his arms, telling the smaller man that everything was alright. When Steve calmed down and began to breathe normally, Loki sat him down on the bed and got him a glass of water.

Ever since then, things had changed between them, and Loki was wondering if he was starting to actually like the Captain.

Well… perhaps the small version anyway.

Steve mumbled in his sleep, snapping Loki out of his thoughts. Steve had flipped onto his back again, ignoring the light in his eyes. Loki smiled once again before leaning down and gently kissing both of Steve's closed eyes. He walked around the bed and slipped under the covers, slowly embracing the blonde next to him, so he didn't wake him.

And as Loki drifted off to sleep, he thought that perhaps he should start to indulge in the smaller things.

A/N: As a side note, I really really really like pre-serum!Steve X Loki. I think it's become a kink, honestly...

Also I feel real bad for Steve, I don't know why, but I seem to enjoy torturing the poor boy...