"H-how co-could he d-do that, c-can no one l-l-leave me in peace for longer th-than five minutes?!" Loki shouted as he exited from the elevator to address the group of people in the communal part of Stark Tower, floor 83. It had been a fairly relaxed evening, all six of the Avengers, Loki, Agent Coulson as well as Maria Hill, Thor's irritating girlfriend Jane, and her two companions - Erik Selvig and Darcy. Everything had started fine but then the booze came out, wine at first, then liquor and the stronger stuff. It had become a competition between the Captain and Thor as to who could consume the most alcohol, this had surprised Loki because Steve had never been the drinking type.
In the end, though, Thor won, it didn't take all that long either since neither of the two were as impervious to alcohol as they had first thought. It had all been perfectly amusing to Loki up until then, it was the part that had followed that Loki did not like. He especially did not like it because this was the second time this month it had happened, though in all fairness they had been two completely different situations and on two different floors. Previously, he and Steve had been arguing on their way up to the apartment, he couldn't actually remember what they were fighting about but all of a sudden things got more physical and he was pushed out of the third-floor window, landing on the hard concrete much to the surprise of the people walking by, and yes it was very awkward when it turned out Loki had landed on top of a very unsuspecting young woman. Loki had flashed a charming smile, brushed himself off and walked back inside. Everything was fine, no harm done, he was of the Gods, after all, he could handle a small fall. Of course, Steve had been terribly guilty, and there was a fair amount of make up sex that made it all worth it.
But no, this time it was a lot worse. Mainly because they weren't three floors above ground, they were eighty-three, huge difference, that was close to 200 metres above ground, and whilst Loki was a God he wasn't indestructible, not that Thor noticed that in his drunken state.
After Thor had won his little challenge he had gone over to Loki, brotherly hug and all that. They'd slowly stumbling out to the balcony, then all of a sudden, before Loki even understood what was going on Thor shouted, 'I believe you can fly brother!' (he had recently watched the new 'Vampire Academy' film that had been released and he seemed to want to re-enact a small part of it) and he found himself being pushed off the balcony, falling the two hundred metres to the ground.
No one had really noticed the two brothers walk off until the crowd heard a high pitched scream,
"THOOOOORR!" Jane was the first to reach Thor, Steve the last.
"Did someone fall out of the window or something?" Tony asked casually, in a joking manner.
"Yes!" Jane snapped back, face full of panic. Tony's eyes widened, as did everyone else's. Jane, along with Erik, guided Thor back inside to sit down whilst everyone else cautiously peered over the edge of the balcony. Steve had no idea what to expect, they were so high up, and if Loki landed awkwardly things could go very badly, but Loki was stronger than he looked. They heard a very loud scream, it must have been loud if they could hear it all the way up here, though Steve wasn't sure if it was a shout of pain, of shock from someone or anger.
"Oh fuck." Steve replied, it was a rare occurrence for Steve to use curse words but he thought the situation called for one. Tony had now become serious, and Steve had sobered up. Everyone traded worried glances, they couldn't see Loki down there, and there wasn't anything to soften his landing. They all stood there for a couple of minutes, in shock, before they heard the elevator ping, signifying someone arriving onto the floor.
Loki had been caught unaware, so, didn't have time to try and soften his landing. This meant he landed directly on the pavement, again, much to the surprise of the evening walkers going about their late summer business. This time he hadn't landed on anyone, he was grateful for that. And, thank the Norns, he was in a far better state than he ought to be after such a fall, only now he was pissed, super pissed at everyone and everything, it had already been a bad day and to end it he was thrown out of a window!? He sat up slowly as a small crowd of pedestrians gathered around him, no doubt expecting to see a dead man in front of them.
"Don't get up! I'm calling an ambulance, just hold in there." A voice shouted, not one he recognised. Looking down he saw his t-shirt was covered in blood. Loki had been wrong when he had thought he landed on just the concrete of the pavement, he had landed on glass, glass that must have shattered when Loki was pushed over the metal railing. No wonder his legs hurt so much, he'd banged them against the rails first. Thor would have to be ready for the wrath of Loki when he got back inside, however, lying down again didn't sound like a bad idea... No, don't sleep. Lifting his shirt he saw that, indeed, a few shards of glass were stuck in him at awkward angles, Loki slowly, with his long fingers pulled out as many shards as he could but unfortunately there were smaller pieces that Bruce would no doubt have to remove when he got patched up.
Standing up suddenly his head started to spin, he had no patience for the petty worrying of mortals, he was too busy thinking what in the nine realms could possess Thor to throw him off the balcony. THROWN OFF THE BALCONY!? Loki at first mentally shouted but then realised he'd actually shouted the words out loud, making the few people near him wince.
"THOOOOORRR!" Loki shouted, even louder than the scream he'd let out when falling. Pushing people out of the way, not caring about the shocked, disbelieved looks he got from the mortals who had gathered around expecting to see a man at death's door but instead one who seemed in quite a good state. Storming back inside he angrily pushed the button for the elevator, the doors opened immediately.
It took about a minute for the elevator to rise the eighty three floors to where everyone else was and that's how we got to now.
"H-how co-could he d-do that, c-can no one l-l-leave me in peace for longer th-than five minutes?!" Steve heard Loki shout as the elevator doors closed. Rushing back into the main room he sighed in relief when he saw Loki, then frowned when he saw the blood-stained t-shirt and the anger over his face. Understandable. Steve thought to himself, no doubt he too would have been angry if he was chucked off a balcony. Loki's stuttering indicated he was going into shock, again understandable, Loki had only just been recovering from his last serious injury.
"Loki!" Steve rushed to embrace Loki carefully. Loki leaned on Steve heavily, he was obviously finding it hard to support his weight now that the adrenaline was slipping away from him. Loki smiled at Steve before glaring daggers at Thor who nearly whimpered from intimidation. Indeed, Loki had some fierce expressions up his sleeve, Steve never liked to be on the receiving end of them, although it was unavoidable sometimes.
Steve gingerly lifted Loki's shirt a little to reveal the mess that was his chest and stomach. There were bits of glass and gravel everywhere, hidden amongst the drying blood. Loki would heal quickly, but at this precise moment he was not okay and there would definitely be bruises. Loki grimaced in pain when Steve attempted to pick him up, but allowed himself to be guided over to the sofa.
It was that moment Nick Fury walked in followed by the two other agents.
"What the hell happened to you?" Fury asked Loki before addressing everyone else. "We've had some frantic reports about an incident with someone falling from the sky or something? Who did you decide to kill?" Fury had apparently not put two and two together so Loki pointed it out himself.
"I was pushed off the balcony if you must know." Loki said, waving a hand casually in no particular direction. By now Bruce, the resident Doctor, had stepped forward to go over towards Loki who was being carried towards a bedroom by Steve.
"There really is no need." Loki mumbled as he was carefully laid down on the bed.
"Don't be stupid, you need someone to look you over, otherwise it could get infected." If Steve thought a lousy infection could be the end of Loki then he was very wrong. He scoffed at the very idea, but though he didn't agree with Steve he still let Banner begin patching him up, grimacing when he touched a more sensitive spot.
"See, I'm fine. You worry to much, dear." Loki said after Banner had left. He patted the bed in invitation and Steve climbed on, sitting between Loki and the headboard of the bed. Steve wrapped his arms around Loki's, which were folded around his waist and then put his legs on either side of Loki's. Loki purred quietly in contentment, leaning his head back against Steve's shoulder, he enjoyed cuddling, it was part of the casual touches Loki had secretly craved for so long.
"We really shouldn't let Thor get drunk, it never ends well." Steve commented, resting his cheek against Loki's head, breathing in the scent of shampoo from his hair. It really had been unfortunate, Loki had only even walked into the room to join the others minutes before the incident. Whilst Loki was angry he knew Thor wasn't in control of his actions, he didn't blame him, everyone was careless when they were drunk. Loki mumbled in agreement, not finding the will to put together full words.
Loki closed his eyes, letting the warmth from Steve seep into himself, it felt good. Loki was always cold, cold to the touch, cold of the heart but it seemed that slowly, very slowly, the Captain was thawing him, chipping away at his ice, and Loki had to say he liked it. He knew he would never be a hero but perhaps life as an anti-hero was a possibility rather than the chaotic villain he was known as. No one understood that he regretted his actions, he was in a state of insanity when he tried destroying various realms, they were still inexcusable deeds though, ones Loki had to pay for at some point, whenever the Norns decided it was time for his luck to change.
When Steve saw that Loki was beginning to fall asleep he made a move to get up and leave him to his rest but Loki grabbed his wrist gently, with inhuman speed.
"Stay with me..." Loki mumbled, not opening his eyes. Who was Steve to deny Loki? So he went to lie next to Loki again, cuddling him close to him. Loki hummed and snuggled closer, dragging the blanket over the two as they both drifted happily into sleep.
"Where is Steve, that mother fucker still in there with Loki?" Fury had been ranting the many reasons why it was not good publicity for them if they were throwing people out of windows every other week, reminding them that it was the second time this had happened in the past few weeks. Fury had no sympathy for Thor's younger brother but even he had to admit it wasn't something that would be nice to have as a ritual, getting thrown out of windows would not be a good way to start your morning.
He was about to go to Captain Rogers, he hadn't personally talked to him a lot about what he was doing fucking around with the trickster, if anyone found out it would be on him. But when they all reached the room where the two had been left, everyone trailing behind him at a safe distance he saw that they had both fallen asleep.
There was a fur blanket up to their waists and Steve's leg was wrapped possessively over both of Loki's, both of them, unconsciously, trying to get as close to each other as possible.
"Motherfucker!" Fury shouted when he saw the two together, abruptly waking them both. The rest of the Avengers agreed they would politely walk away and see if they could hear Fury shouting from the other side of the city.
