SPOILER ALERT: So anyone who hasn't seen Marvel's Agents of SHIELD, just letting you know now (spoiler) Coulson LIIIIIIVES! Therefore he's in my story. Read on.
Rage boiled up through Steve's body, cascading down his arm and pooling into his fist until the dam burst across Loki's face. Knowing the strength in Steve's arm, one could only imagine watching Loki fly clear across the street, so when Loki had to only brace himself from the ground at his side, one might think Loki is a lot stronger than he looks. That or Capt. held back quite a bit.
Loki looked up slowly, his signature grin, spread across his face, "I deserved that," he admitted.
"Keep talking and I'll hit you again," Steve warned.
"I rather you than him," Loki said, gesturing towards Bruce with a nod.
Upon request, Steve punched Loki again, this time forcing him to fall back, against the ground.
Loki kept the same smirk plastered to his face as he stared up at Steve, expression unchanging.
Steve chewed at his bottom lip, glaring down at Loki in utter disdain.
"You alright there, champ?" Tony asked, placing a gentle hand on Steve's shoulder.
Steve flinched slightly, but remained mostly composed, "Let's get him back to Fury," Steve started, glancing at Tony, "He can figure out what to do from there."
"Not to burst any bubbles, but your director is fully aware of my presence within SHIELD, the entire time," Loki chinned in.
Steve shot a look at him, but Loki only retained his devilish grin as Bruce cuffed him with some makeshift cuffs Tony has thrown together using his suit. "You're lying," he hissed.
"I give you no reason to believe any different," Loki agreed, "But I assure you, your Director, is 100% aware of it being me all along."
"I wouldn't take anything he says with a grain of salt," Bruce said."My question is, why? Why would he infiltrate SHIELD and work alongside us for months, sounds quite a bit boring compared to what he did last time."
"It is Loki after all," Tony continued on, as if Loki were not even there. "Let's worry about interrogating him once we get him back to SHIELD."
"Yeah, cause that went so well last time," Steve snorted.
"I can assure you, there be no need for interrogation, I'll tell you everything you want to know, all you need is to ask," Loki assured them.
"Quite, Boy George, mommy and daddy are talking...and you're weird uncle," Tony said, gesturing towards Bruce. Bruce only rolled his eyes.
Natasha and Clint returned after Tony had contacted them, saying they had another one for custody. Neither were expecting to see Loki, so when he was loaded up and tightly fastened, Clint wondered over and towered over the man.
Loki stared up at him and offered a smile, "I can only imagine how you feel about seeing me again and if it's any consolation, I'd-"
Clint gave him a hard sock, straight to the jaw, almost exactly where Steve had hit him the first time.
"I deserve that one too," Loki mumbled.
"Why don't you just keep your thoughts to yourself," Steve snapped.
"Afraid I'll say something you'll regret?" Loki teased.
That was the last straw. With one last punch, Steve had Loki out like a light.
Loki awoke to bright light and a cool table, pressed against his cheek. His eyes were still adjusting to the bright light, when a voice caught his attention.
"I've been away for awhile, so I've missed a lot. Apparently some big things, like you for example," the voice said, "I thought I had seen the last of you in New York."
Loki's eyes focused in on the stern face of Agent Phil Coulson. "Ah," Loki exclaimed, "And how many of the good ol' tax payers dollars did it cost to raise you from the-"
THWAK!
Loki groaned, shifting his jaw around, "Well I appreciate you hitting the right side, for a change. I can't feel the left side of my face at the moment."
Coulson gave a slight smirk and nodded, "I think the dark black and purple is an improvement."
Loki smirked with a nod, "I'm sure."
Coulson took the seat across from Loki, never letting his eyes move away from Loki's. "Now, director Fury isn't here yet, but the others say, you claim that he was aware of this, all along?"
"I don't plan on getting punched in the face again," Loki replied, simply. Why don't you just wait until your director gets here."
Coulson pursed his lips then gave a short nod, "Very well then," he said before leaving Loki alone in the room.
"What if he's telling the truth?" Bruce asked, as Coulson exited the interrogation room.
"It's possible," Coulson admitted with a frown, but we won't know until Fury gets here. And if it is true, why would Fury keep it from us, let alone allow it to happen?"
"I wonder if this has anything to do with Thor's proposal a few months back?" Bruce suggested.
Coulson rose a brow, "I wasn't informed on any proposals made by Thor," he replied. "Then again, I've been dealing with other things lately."
"About two months ago Thor made a proposal of allowing Loki to join the Avengers in a means to redeem himself. I suggested a trial period, but no one would have it. Turns out Loki was there from the begging." Bruce stopped mid stride, "I wonder if Thor knows?"
Coulson tilted his head curiously.
Bruce considered Coulson's reaction for a moment, before elaborating. "Well, It's just interesting that on Lonna's first day working with the Avenger's Initiative, that Thor brings up the proposal of Loki joining the Avengers. Fury seemed to be more willing to allow us decide whether we let him join or not, rather than put in a final word himself."
Coulson furrowed his brow, "So you think not only was Fury aware of the thing, but he and Thor set it up from the beginning?"
"I believe so," Bruce nodded. "I mean, we all know Fury, he would have shot the idea down the moment it left Thor's mouth."
"You're absolutely right," came Fury's voice from behind them.
Both men turned to greet Fury with a nod. Coulson spoke up first, "Sir, was this the plan all along? Did you secretly allow Loki join SHIELD in an attempt to redeem himself?"
"Unfortunately," Fury replied, "It wasn't the best idea I've heard in my life, but after telling Thor 'no' for the umpteenth time, I finally decided, Why not?"
"But Sir, it could have been a repeat of New York," Coulson retorted.
"But it wasn't," Fury pointed out.
"Well yes, but-"
"End of discussion," Fury said cutting him off. "I have my reasons and we'll discuss it later. Now, if you would, please release Loki from the room, and gather the Avengers. We have things to discuss."
Coulson chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before giving a curt nod, "Yes Sir." As Bruce followed Fury to the meeting room, Coulson re-entered the interrogation room, undid Loki's massive cuffs, and held the door open, "We have a meeting," he said.
Loki's signature smile spread across his face, "Lovely."
"I call for a recount!" Tony demanded, "Loki doesn't play well with others, can't we just bench him?"
Fury stared at him un-amused, "Nor do you, and besides, it was already decided-"
"By who?" Tony interrupted.
"By me, and that's all that matters. You all got along with him fine, when you thought he was Lonna. What's so different about him now?"
"I can name a couple things," Tony snorted. "Besides, he tried to kill all of us, he succeeded a few times if you don't remember, which I do. Dear ol' Agent what's his name."
"Coulson," Coulson corrected, "I'm standing right here."
Tony frowned, "Right, sorry, I'm still not over the fact that you're still alive. Now we're dealing with zombies."
"I'm not a zombie," Coulson grumbled.
"That's enough," Fury said sternly. "Now you ladies can fight about who's prettier, latter, right now, let's just get things straight. Loki is part of the team now, so get over it. I have my reasons and that's final." He looked to Loki, dead on, "And if Loki gives us any reason to change our minds, then we'll take care of it. Clear?"
Loki gave the same, sly smirk that didn't make it any easier to believe him, "Crystal," he assured him.
"Mmhmm," Fury responded sarcastically. "Everyone on the same page?"
"You can't just say that your word is final and think we'll be okay with this!" Tony snapped. "He played us all before, who's to say he's not playing us all now. And what about big brother?! Where the hell is he on this?"
Fury rose a hand, "Not another word on this, just...share stories, braid each other's hair. You'll figure it out. As for Thor, it's not like he has a cell phone that reaches other worlds." Fury turned and left them all in the room to themselves. "Ya'll play nicely," he called over his shoulder.
Tony cursed under his breath and immediately left the room as well, soon followed by Banner, then Clint and Natasha, so all that was left were Loki and Steve. Steve was steaming, but he found it increasingly difficult to look at Loki at the moment. All he saw was Lonna, and of course that fated first night they had together. He had to admit, she was quite aggressive then. But there's no way he could have known she was really Loki, especially with hips like that. Man did she know how to roll those hips. Despite the fact that she liked to be on top, the dominant one, there's nothing that could have clued him in on her being Loki. She was completely different from the Loki he knows, but he is the god of lies and mischief. And God he's such a great liar. Steve slammed his hands down on the table as he rose so suddenly, he knocked his chair back. "What are you playing at?!" he demanded.
Loki watched with careful eyes, his expression shifting to confusion, "I'm not sure what you-" Steve lunged over the table, and shoved Loki up against the wall. Clutching his throat tightly, giving him just enough room to have labored breath, "Why me?!" he eyed the man up and down, "Jesus, you're tall."
Loki tried to feign a smile, but Steve didn't make it easy, "Frost...Giant," he managed to gasp out, "The name...shouldn't be taken...lightly," he gasped again.
Steve's features softened when he realized just how much force he was putting into his grip, "You still haven't answered my question. Why did mess with me? Why would you...lead me on?" he asked, whispering the last few words as if he thought someone might hear.
Loki opened his mouth then closed it again. He wasn't sure how to word it, "I..." he gasped, "I only meant...for some...fun," he breathed, "It's my...nature..." he swallowed hard, "I hadn't...planned on..."
Steve tightened his grip once more, restricting Loki's breathing, "Planned on what?!" Steve demanded.
"I'm...not...sure of...the..word," he gasped, "Infatuation...desire..." his eyes locked with Steve's, "lust..."
Steve let go of Loki's throat, taking a few steps back, "What?"
Loki gasped, rubbing his neck, as if making sure it was still there. "Don't make me say it again," Loki groaned.
"So...you mean...you weren't just messing with me, you actually..." Steve sealed his jaw tight. He wasn't sure he'd be able to repeat it.
"Oh, don't be so homophobic," Loki groaned, "I'm a shape shifter and I get bored and sometimes I fall for my play things," he said matter-o-factually. "I have no preferences, and sometimes things just...strike me."
"Is that supposed to be flattering?" Steve asked.
"Not at all," Loki replied with a shrug.
Steve couldn't help but find something comforting in how he said that, whether it was just that he didn't lead anything else to cling to, or that thick, milky smooth accent. Steve shook his head, but it was no use hiding the slight blush he wasn't aware of.
Loki rose a bemused brow, moving closer to Steve. Steve only took another step back, finding himself between Loki in the table. "Do you find yourself threatened, dear ol' Cap'n 'merca?" Loki taunted, forcing a hick accent.
Steve found himself suddenly laughing at Loki's poor attempt. He covered his mouth, shaking his head.
Loki pouted, "What?"
Steve only shook his head, "That was terrible," he laughed.
Loki frowned at his loss of leverage, so he decided to close the gap between him and Steve, towering over the man. He took in his appearance, remember that night together, but something about the memory made his stomach lurch slightly. Swallowing, he willed the feeling away.
"I..." Steve stuttered, "back off," Steve demanded, glancing away. It was more of a whisper than anything.
Loki beamed down at the man, "Make me," he taunted. He stared down at Steve for a long while, watching him carefully, trying to get a good read. He thrived in having control and nothing felt better than having control over the Captain himself. Loki licked his lips, finding himself glancing at Steve's lips. Steve merely stared back at Loki, unmoving, un-speaking and looking rather nervous. Loki enjoyed that part the most.
Closing the gap, Loki cupped Steve's chin, kissing him ever so gingerly.
A/N: And then that happened. Mmm, yush. So, just FWI If anyone has an issue with man on man action, there may or may not be some very soon, but it depends on how I feel the story should turn. Just a heads up, if you're not into that stuff, you've been warned. I'll try to post a warning at the top if it pops in, for those who wish to risk continued reading. But...yeah. So derp, here it is. I feel it got a little weak near the end and I may need to tweak some parts, but this is it as of now. I'm so excited though, I get to see Thor 2 tomorrow wif muh man. He's so sweet. I can't wait and I hope for more inspiration for this story. :'D