This is a short one shot I wrote when I was in my marvel phase. I was a Loki fan girl and dreamed about him getting a formal redemption. Enjoy:
As Loki and the Avengers exited the Quin-jet, Loki trailed behind has he usually did. But this time Cap also stuck to the back. They stopped side by side once they exited the ship. The jet flew off to the hangar leaving them both facing the mountains at the right of the avengers facility. At length Cap spoke.
"I wanted to thank you ... Loki." Those words sounded alien in his mouth. "For saving my life."
There was a pause as Loki chose his answer.
"You saved mine." was the god of mischief's reply.
Steve Rogers turned to face him. Loki almost caught his breath. At the super soldiers' gaze all the regular, arrogant, playful swagger fell away. It was all he could do not to look away so intense was Caps' blue eyed stare. Under his penetrating gaze, Loki immediately felt incredibly guilty for everything he'd done; even stuff Steve didn't know that he had done. It seemed he knew all. He wanted to make it right again. Loki tried to shake it off. What in the world? This wasn't him at all! What was it about Rogers that made a man so incredibly moral?