Title: The Lucky Ones

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki

Captain America/Thor crossover, started during Captain America timeline, but has now moved to post-Avengers.

Rated M for slash - LEMON ALERT!

A/N - Long time reader, first time writer. I don't own the characters, just the plot.

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-The Lucky Ones- Chapter 10

"LOKI!" Once Bucky found his voice, he yelled as loud as he could. Every single face in the area turned to look at him, but Bucky was only watching one. As he rushed to Loki's side, he saw those green eyes fill with tears and Loki fell to his knees, head down and shoulders shaking. Bucky, now crying too, ran right past an incredibly shocked Steve and dropped down in front of the sobbing man. Frantically, he grabbed Loki's muzzled & bruised face and forced him to meet his gaze. Only a few seconds passed before the god closed his eyes tightly, squeezing out more tears. It was enough, though, to show him that nothing had changed for Loki in all those years. There was pain in his eyes, but also love. Bucky began kissing all over Loki's face, the parts he could get to over the muzzle, his cheeks and eyes and forehead. Kissing gently over his injuries, tasting his salty tears, but not caring. In between each kiss, Bucky chanted his name, as if to make himself believe that his love was really there. Loki's chained hands found their way to Bucky's collar and grasped it desperately, pulling them closer together. Trying to feel for some latch or release button on the muzzle, Bucky's fingers found nothing. He had to get rid of that damn thing!

"Take it off," said Bucky to the group surrounding them, though emotion made his voice barely a whisper. He took a deep breath and repeated himself louder. "Take it off!"

No one moved. They were all still in shock over what was happening.

"TAKE IT OFF!" Bucky screamed. He looked up towards his old friend. "Please, Steve!"

Steve's mouth opened and closed a few times in silent confusion, but he didn't know what to say. Bucky turned to Thor.

"Please," he begged, tears still streaming down his face. Loki's hands were still holding tight to Bucky's shirt, but his head had fallen back down. Bucky didn't know what had happened, but seeing him like this, broken, bloodied, and bruised, was tearing him apart. He wrapped his arms around leather clad shoulders felt Loki's shuddering, silent sobs. He had to get that muzzle off! He hadn't heard what the group had been saying, but they were all arguing. It seemed none of them wanted to help Loki. What was going on here? Bucky snapped his gaze back to Thor, about ready to get nasty, but the god was already walking over to them.

"I will remove the muzzle, but only for a short time. Loki is a criminal, and we are to return to Asgard in a few moments." At the words, Loki's head shot up, and Thor spoke his next words to him. "You will not try anything devious, brother. I am only doing this because I know your magic is too weak to do much damage right now. But do not get any ideas. You can say your peace to this man, and then we will leave." Loki nodded, and then he looked back down as Thor removed the muzzle, despite the shouted objections from the others.

As soon as Loki's mouth was freed, Bucky reclaimed it with his own. Over seventy years of longing and loneliness were poured into that kiss, and it felt like it came from both of them. Loki tasted of tears and desperation, but Bucky devoured him anyway, not caring anymore who was watching. When they finally broke apart, Bucky hugged Loki tightly, the god's head resting on his shoulder. He heard a whisper next to his ear, words spoken too softly to be understood. Or maybe they were in another language. Before Bucky could figure that out, the most curious feeling of falling and floating at the same time came over him. His vision went black, and when it started up again a few seconds later, he was standing on the outskirts of Central Park, feeling dizzy. He couldn't see any one of the Avengers, but Loki was still by his side. Bucky knew this his was magic at work, and he was never more grateful for it.

"Where are you staying?" demanded Loki, looking very anxious. "Do you have a place nearby?"

"Uh yeah, that building over there," he pointed to the hotel building just visible above the treetops. "Thirty-fourth floor, room 3420"

Without even a warning, the dizziness overtook him and he blacked out again. When his vision returned, he recognized the hallway just outside his room. He swayed a little, but Loki's strong grip held him tight.

"I had forgotten how handy your magic was," Bucky smirked when the dizziness passed. Though the look on Loki's face was anything but amused and he was staring at Bucky with an intensity that made Bucky's knees threaten to buckle. He fumbled with his key card before finally getting the door to his room opened.

The door hadn't even swung all the way closed yet before Loki pushed the shorter man against the wall and kissed him hard. This wasn't the first time Bucky had been pinned to a wall with Loki's tongue in his mouth. His hands, desperate to feel skin, scrabbled uselessly over the thick leather armor Loki wore. Loki broke the kiss and reached for Bucky's hands, stilling them against his chest.

"How are you here?" asked Loki. "How are you still alive?"

"It's the same reason I survived after you found me. Schmidt's experiments. They stopped my aging, I think."

"You were here this whole time..." Loki's voice trailed off. His eyes dropped down once again and he stepped away from Bucky. The god turned and walked to the chair where he sat down with his head in his hands. Bucky followed him to the chair and dropped to his knees in front of Loki.

"What happened to you, Loki?" Bucky asked softly, resting his arms on Loki's knees, needing to feel that connection. "Why are you beat up? Why the chains and the muzzle?"

Loki looked at his hands then, seeing the chains still there. A few more quiet words were uttered and this time Bucky wasn't surprised when the chains vanished. He grabbed hold of Loki's hands to stop him from covering his face again, and held tight. Loki's eyes were filling with tears again. He turned his head, unable to look at Bucky.

"They stole you from me. They sent you away and I was forbidden to come after you. They stole everything! My whole life. I've...I've become a monster. I am a monster." At those last words, Loki bent forward and brought his forehead to rest on their intertwined hands. Sobs shook his body once more.

"Loki, no!" Bucky's heart was breaking. "I don't know what happened, what they did to you. But that was their fault! Not yours. You're not a monster!"

With a bitter laugh, Loki stood suddenly, knocking Bucky to the side. He strode to the other side of the room, and when he spoke, there was anger lacing his words. "You're wrong, Bucky. I am a monster. This isn't even my true form. I wonder, would you still want me if you knew the truth? If you knew the awful things I've done."

Bucky remained on the floor, not sure whether to approach the angry god or keep his distance. He still had no idea what Loki was talking about.

"I've done some pretty bad things, too. You're not alone in that. And I don't think there is anything you can tell me that will stop me from loving you." Bucky insisted.

Loki's armor clad shoulders dropped. "I think that was the worst of them all," said the god, quietly now, his anger dissipated. "I lied to you that day, or at least I didn't say what I should have. I did love you then." His tear-filled gaze met Bucky's then. "I still do."

Screw caution, Bucky thought. He got up from the floor and went to embrace Loki. Even with arms wrapped tightly around each other, Bucky still wasn't satisfied. He wanted to hold Loki, not this armor.

"Can you lose this stuff? I want to feel you."

Loki ran his hands along his arms and up and down his torso. Previously hidden straps came undone with his magic, and Loki was able to strip off the heavy leather pieces. He laid them down on the floor, out of the way, then returned to stand before Bucky in a simple dark green linen shirt and black drawstring trousers. Bucky's eyes traveled appreciatively up his lean figure and finally rested on the small smile Loki wore on his face.

"You know, I don't care about any of that stuff you're talking about," he said, stepping closer to Loki, and putting his hands on those long arms.

"You should," sighed Loki.

"I don't," Bucky insisted, pulling his body flush with Loki's. "I love you."

"You shouldn't" the god said, but leaned down to kiss him in spite of his words. It started out chaste, but when Bucky bit down on Loki's bottom lip, it asked permission for more and Loki granted it. And then they were a mess of lips and tongues and hands roaming everywhere. Bucky slipped his hand under the hem of Loki's shirt, and pressed into the cool skin there, causing Loki to groan and pull away.

"Loki, what is it?" Bucky demanded. Loki just sighed, so Bucky grabbed his shirt and lifted it, revealing mottled purple and yellowing bruises covering nearly all the skin he could see. Bucky stared in shock, then looked up to Loki's face. "What happened?"

"Nothing I didn't deserve," was the answer. Bucky was about to get angry, but Loki held his hands up. "They will heal. They would be already if I had full use of my magic. I have dealt with worse. Just be gentle." And then he pulled his shirt completely off and dropped it to the floor. Bucky gasped to see his dog tags hanging from Loki's neck, and he reached up to touch them.

"You still have them..." he said in awe. Seeing Loki wearing them after all this time, filled his heart with a quiet joy. He felt warm inside, like the sun was finally rising after being night for years and years.

Loki gave a shy smile. "They are always with me. The one thing no one took from me because I kept them hidden. I meant to return them to you, but I never thought I would have the chance." The god went to take them off, but Bucky stopped him.

"Keep them. I like seeing them on you. Plus, it means I can do this." Bucky gripped the chain and pulled Loki into another kiss. This time, when he ran his hands across that skin, his touch was light. His mouth, however, was not; it was hard and hot and passionate, and so was Loki's. When Loki moved to run his tongue along Bucky's neck and up to his ear, Bucky groaned loudly. He gripped Loki's ass and pressed their hips together. He could feel the god was as aroused as he was. Oh, how many years had Bucky spent wishing for this to happen again? To feel that cool skin warm under his touch? To feel those hard muscles move against his hands? It felt like an eternity.

"I need you, Bucky," Loki whispered into the ear he had just been sucking on. "I don't deserve you, but I am a selfish creature. And I want you."

Those words were music to Bucky's ears, for he needed Loki just as badly. "I'm yours. I've always been yours." Bucky answered, his voice trembling, though he wasn't sure if it was due to his current state of arousal, or because of the magnitude of truth in his words. But then he felt Loki grin against his neck and fingers we're pulling at the waistband of his pants and all that thinking went out the window . The rest of their clothing found its way to the floor, and then both men fell, naked, onto the hotel bed. Loki lay back, breathing heavily. Bucky crawled between his pale thighs, holding himself up with his arms and looking down at the man he loved. Never had Bucky seen a more beautiful sight. His eyes did not see the cuts or bruises any longer, but only the face that he'd been missing almost his whole life. How did he get so lucky to be back in Loki's arms? He couldn't help but grin.

-oooooooooooooooo-

"Happy, my love?" Loki smiled up at the man he loved, running a hand along Bucky's cheek. Bucky just grinned wider, so Loki moved his hand to the back of his neck and pulled his head down to press his lips against that silly smile. He hadn't forgotten why they were there, naked in that bed, and he bucked his hips into Bucky's, earning a muffled moan from the human. He felt Bucky's weight shift, and relished the feeling of that muscular body resting heavily on his own. His injuries were far from his mind at that moment. Warm fingers found their way to Loki's lips, and it didn't take much to figure out what the other was wanting. He took two into his mouth and sucked hard. His hooded eyes looked directly into Bucky's, and he put on quite the show wetting those fingers with his tongue.

"Oh god..." Bucky moaned, clearly appreciating Loki's performance. When they were coated enough, Bucky reached down to press them to Loki's entrance. He pushed in slowly, and it felt exquisite. Loki leaned his head back into the pillow with a groan, which got louder as Bucky took advantage of his exposed neck. Being stretched deliciously, while at the same time being bitten and sucked on, nearly made Loki come apart right there. Thankfully, Bucky decided just then that he was done, and though Loki lamented the loss as his fingers were withdrawn, he knew what was coming next. A moan escaped his lips as he felt Bucky's cock nudge his hole. His precome made it slick and nearly painless as Bucky pushed in with slow, hard thrusts.

Just as they had the last time they had been joined together like this, Bucky stilled once he was fully sheathed, allowing Loki time to adjust to the fullness. Blue eyes held green ones, each man panting with desire, but quietly basking in that familiar sense of rightness. Loki felt his heart might explode, he was so desperately afraid he'd wake and find this whole thing a dream. All the turmoil, all those years spent with anger and resentment and more than a little insanity gripping him. What, in all that time, had he done to deserve being so deeply happy right then?

""This is how it's supposed to be." Loki said, repeating the words he had spoken all those years ago. And like the last time, Bucky claimed his lips in a loving kiss. Then, wrapping his long legs around Bucky's waist, Loki encouraged him to start moving.

Bucky started slow, sensual, almost reverent. It felt amazing, but Loki was hungry for more. He'd waited too damned long for this.

"Harder, Bucky. Please!" he cried out, and Bucky grinned as he complied, thrusting in hard and deep.

The sounds of their passion filled the room. Panting breaths, gasps, moans and skin moving against skin were music to Loki's ears. Each thrust brought Loki closer and closer to that edge. And every time Bucky hit that sweet spot inside him, he cried out Bucky's name. Which, of course, made Bucky try to hit that spot, a lot.

When Loki moved his hand down between their entwined bodies to stroke himself, he wasn't surprised to feel his hand being pushed aside. "I'll get that," smirked Bucky. More than happy to let him take over, Loki just smiled up at him, biting his lip.

Bucky gripped his aching cock, and used the fluid that had been leaking out to slick his hand and start moving it up and down the length. Gods, he is good at that, Loki thought. There was no way Loki was going to last much longer, as badly as he wished to keep going forever.

With Bucky stroking fast and thrusting hard, it was no time at all before a powerful orgasm shook Loki to his core and he came loudly into Bucky's hand. The intensity of it caused the muscles in his ass to constrict around Bucky, who was then powerless to stop his own release. Burying his face in Loki's neck, Bucky's cries were muffled as his hips stuttered with the force of his orgasm and Loki could feel his warm seed spill inside him.

When the last of the aftershocks had worn off, Bucky rested his head on Loki's forehead as they both tried to catch their breaths. Loki kept his legs and arms wrapped tightly around Bucky, not wanting to let him go just yet. He knew, however, that they did not have much time left. Thor and the others would locate him eventually. He'd have to turn himself over. He shook his head, not wanting to think about that.

"What is it?" Bucky asked, lifting his head up when Loki moved his. Loki sighed and released his hold. Bucky slid out easily, and though Loki hated the feeling of emptiness, it was eased when Bucky snuggled up in the crook of his arm and laid his head down on his shoulder. One last simple spell, another one Loki couldn't deny using entirely too frequently, had the stickiness cleaned away. Bucky's fingers began to trace the edges of the bruising on Loki's abdomen, and Loki sighed.

"Tell me what happened." said Bucky, softly.

"That large green beast. I believe they call him "Hulk." Let's just say I tried to make a stand against him, and I lost."

"Why were you making a stand against him? Isn't he part of the Avengers?"

Loki gave a derisive snort. "The Avengers, as you call them, are nothing but a group of liars and cowards and murderers. It figures my...Thor would collect such a group of allies."

"But they stopped the alien attack! They were the heroes. Everyone loves them." Bucky protested.

Loki rolled his eyes at the naivety of Bucky's words. How could he make him understand why he did what he did? Sure, he could see now how futile his attempt at world domination had been. But what choice did he have after all that had happened to him? He'd been so broken, mentally and emotionally thanks to Odin and Thor, and physically thanks to falling through that abyss. The Chitauri didn't do such a great job putting the pieces back together, but at least they tried. His own "family" had been content to just leave him shattered. And in the end, whatever mistakes he had made, led him to this room, to Bucky's arms. He couldn't bring himself to be sorry about that.

Knowing that the truth would most likely drive Bucky from his arms, but not seeing any way around telling him everything, he took a deep breath and spoke.

"They did not just stop the alien attack. They stopped me. I was the one who brought the aliens, who led the attack."

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