Author's Note: I am SO sorry for not updating in a while. I've been ridiculously busy and there has been a very seriously illness with a close family member… but I plan to get back into updating both this story and HTMAM on a weekly basis. A big thanks to all those who've reviewed, favourited, and followed the story so far Glad to know there are other Frostshield fans out there! This chapter was inspired by Stoki rulz, who requested an Onaga verse. I always love throwing Tony into the mix for some jealousy factor – whether it be making Loki jealous, or Steve – so this idea was really enticing for me. Hopefully I did their idea proud; this kind of scene is new for me, lol.

WARNING: Explicit sex, mature content, inappropriate language, violence, and in some chapters, BDSM. You have been warned.

Lastly, I do not own Marvel, The Avengers, Cap, Loki, or any other recognizable characters, places, plot, or dialogue. I only own the terrible, terrible things I'm about to make Steve and Loki do to each other. xo

CHAPTER THREE: KNOW YOUR PLACE

Premise: Steve Rogers' day is interrupted when Tony Stark decides to pay him a surprise visit. Loki does not like the way the two Avengers interact and decides to punish the soldier for his lenience.

Note: This one shot takes place in the same sort of universe as Chapter Two, in which Loki is hiding out at Steve's in order to remain safe from S.H.I.E.L.D, Odin, etc. For the sake of the story, no one else knows about Loki being there; other than this, it doesn't need to explicitly be connected to the same plotline as the second chapter.

Steve Rogers was in the middle of getting his dick sucked when there was a sudden knocking at his front door. He almost didn't hear the sound of it over his own panting, but when it came a second time, his head snapped up and panic surged through him. "Loki," he whispered, eyes still fixed on his opened bedroom door. But (at least to his cock's delight), the god pretended not to hear it and continued gliding his mouth along the length of his sex, unrelenting. Steve wanted to push the Trickster off of him, but his wrists and ankles were bound to all four corners of the bed frame, rendering him completely immobile. So he began to awkwardly jerk his body from side to side, as if trying to shake the mischief god off of him. "Loki!" he hissed, this time more forcefully. Grunting, the raven-haired man lifted his head and shot the soldier an annoyed look.

"What?" he demanded impatiently. The sound of the persistent knocking came a third time, and Steve jerked his head in its direction. Loki glanced over and then shot Steve an uncaring look. "Let them knock," he said simply and then made to take the appendage back between his lips. Steve started jerking his body from side to side again in protest. "Ugh, Rogers, will you desist?" Loki snapped.

Steve shook his head. "What if it's someone from S.H.I.E.L.D? They'll come barging in if I don't answer, and then how am I supposed to explain this? Untie me."

Loki's expression turned to one of amusement. "That would be quite entertaining to watch you try and explain."

Steve's eyes widened. "Loki, untie me now," he demanded quietly, afraid that whoever was waiting outside would be able to hear them.

Loki's eyes suddenly flashed dangerously and Steve's pulse quickened - both from fear and from arousal. Normally when Loki looked at him that way, he was seconds from being on the receiving end of the most excruciating, delicious pain. He struggled weakly against his bonds. Loki rose from between Steve's legs and rounded the bed until he was next to the soldier's chest. Leaning down, he grabbed his cheeks between harsh fingers and brought his face down until it was inches from his. "Do not forget your place," he snarled lowly. Steve's breath caught in his chest; he gave a small, wide-eyed nod in understanding. To his surprise, Loki then planted a chaste kiss on his lips before gesturing with his hands, causing the restraints around his limbs to loosen. The areas where they had dug so cruelly against his skin stung, but the soldier found he already missed the burn as he sat up and rubbed them absentmindedly.

He looked to Loki and then got off the bed and threw on his pair of jeans and a white cotton T-shirt. Loki particularly liked when he wore that shirt, due to the way it tightly hugged his muscular frame, showing off his body in all the right places. "Seeing you in that again makes me want to bend you over right now and claim you," he murmured teasingly as Steve was making his way out of the bedroom. Steve shot him a look that was both disappointed in having to leave and exasperated that Loki was choosing that moment of all moments to tease him. He pointed at the god. "Make yourself invisible," he told him pointedly, as per usual during the odd time that someone came over to his place. Loki rolled his eyes – as if he needed to be reminded yet again. He clenched his jaw and glared at Steve, but within seconds, his body disappeared and the soldier could no longer tell where he was. Turning back to the hallway, he jogged lightly to the front door and swung it open. He immediately frowned.

"Hey there, Spandex!" Tony Stark exclaimed cheerily, hands in his pockets and with a large grin on his face. He wore an expensive suit and still had his sunglasses on, which confused Steve because they were indoors and it wasn't all that bright inside. He stood there patiently, waiting for Steve to invite him in.

But Steve just looked at him quizzically, not even bothering to acknowledge the usual jab. "Stark? What are you…?"

Tony shrugged. "I know that you may like to think that you're difficult to read, but it's been pretty obvious lately that something's been off with you," he interrupted, his tone still light. "So I figured I'd drop by for a heart-to-heart. And by 'heart-to-heart', I of course mean drinking and you telling me what's going on with you."

"You know I can't get drunk."

"Well, that doesn't mean you shouldn't try," he retorted coolly, walking right past Steve and into the apartment, the baffled soldier's gaze following him before he sighed and shut the door. He followed the billionaire, who looked like he was going to turn into the kitchen before suddenly spinning on his heel and facing the soldier.

"Bathroom?" he inquired. Steve pointed behind Tony, saying nothing. Tony went and walked down the hallway, turning to walk into what he thought was the washroom. Steve's eyes bulged immediately. "No, it's further down the hall!" he exclaimed, running up behind him to stop him from peering in. But Stark's eyes were already staring into his bedroom, falling on the bed – with the four leather restraints still connected to the corners of the frame. "Whoah…" he said slowly, taking in the sight.

Steve covered his eyes with his hand and groaned in horror. "Bathroom's further down the hall," he repeated weakly. Tony turned and faced him with genuine surprise etched across his face. "Hey, no judging," he then insisted nonchalantly, holding up his hands. "I personally think that's cool that Captain America is secretly kinky. Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets, right?"

Steve's mouth fell open in stunned embarrassment. He meant to provide some sort of excuse but it just came out as babbling. Tony watched him with an amused grin on his face. The whole exchange only lasted several seconds, however, before the sudden sound of glass shattering pierced through the small apartment, startling them both. Steve turned and ran into the living room, Tony following. He immediately targeted the cause of the ruckus: a framed painting that had come crashing to the floor, breaking the glass. Steve narrowed his eyes at it and then darted them across the room suspiciously. Tony was none the wiser. "Need a broom?" he asked, glancing from the broken frame to where it had been hanging on the wall.

Steve nodded slightly, his eyes still searching for the culprit he knew he'd never find at the moment. "Umm, sure… yes please," he mumbled, before shooting Stark a quick look over his shoulder. "It's in the closet over there, if you wouldn't mind." When Tony walked out of the room to fetch it, Steve quickly whispered, just quietly enough for one other person to hear, "I know you're in here. Can you not do that again, please?"

Nobody answered him.

Tony returned with the broom and Steve cleaned up the broken glass. "So how about that drink?" Tony asked cheerfully once they were in the kitchen, trying to change the subject. Steve emptied the dustpan's contents into the trash can and then leaned the broom against the wall. "I told you, I can't get drunk, Stark," he repeated. But the billionaire just rolled his eyes. "So that means you just gave up drinking all together? Live a little, Captain," he deadpanned.

Steve paused, studying Stark's face. Then he relented, sighing and opening up a cupboard to pull out a small glass and a bottle of barely-touched brandy. He handed both to his fellow Avenger. Tony eyed the bottled, reading the label. "Ooh, I like your taste," he murmured, and then flashed Steve another grin. "This might actually make up for all that goody-two-shoes nonsense." That earned him a very unamused glare from the Captain. This only provoked Stark more. Pouring the amber liquid into the glass, he glanced up at the soldier through dark lashes. "Well… some people like that," he teased flirtatiously, trying to get under Steve's skin. "You know, get a thrill off of robbing someone of their innocence."

It worked. Steve sputtered and coughed, going red in the face and wishing more than anything that this conversation wasn't happening. Stark was a good-looking man; if he really looked at him, Steve couldn't deny this. But he just wasn't his type. The problem was that the billionaire exuded the same in-your-face confidence that Loki did – a quality that caused Steve to instinctively retreat and become a quiet, introverted weakling. The difference was that when Loki made him feel that way, Steve wanted nothing more than for the god to rip his clothes off and dominate him; when Tony did it, it just felt weird.

Tony laughed and then reached into the cupboard Steve had just gone into and pulled out a second glass. Still coughing, Steve looked at him and shook his head, trying to politely decline. But the brown-haired playboy ignored him, walking around him and singing out, "I won't take no for an answer!" He walked out of the room and Steve remained there for a moment, staring at the empty doorframe. Groaning under his breath again, his shoulders slumped and he followed. He rounded the corner just in time to see Tony unexpectedly stumble mid-step and trip forwards; he managed to catch himself and only just keep from falling face first onto the floor. The action was so sudden that it surprised Steve, not thinking much of it other than that Tony must've already been drinking before he'd arrived.

But the other man then turned and faced him with a confused, annoyed look on his face. "Do you have a cat or something?" he asked, looking around the floor. Steve shook his head, eyebrows knitting together. Tony frowned but continued looking. "It felt like something got in the way of my foot…" he muttered. Well then, that certainly made sense, too – though Steve didn't voice this. Once again, his eyes darted around the room suspiciously and gave the tiniest shake of the head as if the warn the god to knock it off. Then Stark glanced up at him and he quickly threw on a tight-lipped smile and tilted his head up. After a brief awkward moment, the billionaire took a seat on one of the couches and poured some brandy into the empty glass. Woodenly, Steve pulled out a chair from the dining room table and sat down off to Stark's side. Tony looked at him and then scoffed – why the soldier couldn't have just joined him on the couch, he didn't know. But he offered out the glass and was pleased when Steve eventually took it. Then, he wasted no time getting down to business.

"So, you looked pretty flushed when you opened up the door," he mused loudly before taking a swig of the liquor. He could see Steve stiffen from his peripherals. Then he raised his eyebrows and shot him a knowing look.

"I just got back from a run," Steve lied quickly. It wasn't all that convincing, unfortunately; he was a horrible liar.

"Mhm," Tony answered, clearly unconvinced. "You went running in jeans. And I saw your running shoes when I looked in your room; they were all neatly seated in your closet. You're gonna have to do better than that, Capsicle."

Steve tried to think of a better excuse, he really did. But everything just came out in a series of inarticulate stammers, his face turning a traitorous shade of red. The longer he fumbled, trying to cover his tracks, the bigger Stark's grin got. The billionaire absolutely loved getting under the soldier's skin – and it was too easy, really. "You need to lighten up, Captain; it's way too easy to ruffle your feather," he noted, taking another sip of his drink. Then something seemed to make sense to him, and his eyes widened and he took a glance around the room. Leaning forward and pointing a finger at him, he whispered, "Have you been bumping uglies? Is that what this is all about?"

Steve frowned. "Bumping…uglies…?" he repeated, confused.

Tony rolled his eyes, waving his hand. "Having relations, doing the dirty, fucking, the horizontal Monster Mash, getting it on, sex" he listed quickly before flashing Steve a teasing look. He paused. "Rogers, have you been getting laid lately?"

Steve tried to keep his face impassive. "No…" he answered – and it was the worst lie he'd ever heard, even for him.

Stark's eyes lit up, and his jaw dropped. He pointed at Steve with even more conviction now. "Oh my god, you have!" He laughed and slapped his thigh, shaking his head. "I knew it! I knew something was up with you lately! So that's why you've been so preoccupied and stuff; you know, you really need to stop daydreaming during meetings if you didn't want this to be obvious." He downed the rest of his drink and then continued chuckling to himself as if in disbelief. Not wasting a second, he was already pouring himself another glass.

"Stark, I never said –"

He held up a hand. "Didn't have to. Don't worry, Spangles, your secret's safe with me." Then he leaned forward with a mischievous grin on his face, as if they were teenage girls about to engage in gossip. "So, right before I came over, huh? What does she look like? Was she any good? How were her tits?" Then he thought about it and teased, "Or was it a he? You never know, Captain – as I said, no judging. Clearly I don't know you as well as I thought I had…" he sat back, a smug look on his face, and sipped. This was like being a kid in a toy store; the look on Steve's face was priceless.

Steve looked away, mortified. "Stark, that's hardly any of your business," he groaned, covering his face. "Can you not be so crude?"

"But where's the fun in that?" he retorted. His tone seemed more suggestive now, and Steve didn't understand where it was coming from. All he knew was he felt very zeroed in on all of a sudden. There was a strange pause between them and then Tony said, "I actually kind of like the idea of Captain America liking it rough and kinky. It makes you more… appealing."

Just as he started laughing at his own statement, the glass that he was lifting back up to his lips suddenly shattered in his hand. Both of them straightened, startled. "Are you alright?" Steve asked quickly, concern for his fellow man erasing everything that had just happened from his mind. Stark just nodded, slightly bewildered, and began trying to wipe the brandy off of his suit. Steve helped him carefully gather the broken shards and then place them in a pile on the coffee table. "Sorry about that," Stark muttered, checking his hand to make sure there were no injuries. Then he grinned goofily at the Captain. "Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"Mhm…" Steve wasn't so sure that was the problem. He gathered the glass before Tony could, assuring him, "It's okay, I can get that. Is your hand okay?"

Tony nodded and then stood. For him, the moment had been lost. Oh well. There were plenty of other days he could toy with Rogers and take joy in making him squirm. He walked towards the front door and stood there until the soldier reappeared from the kitchen. "I'm gonna head out," he declared, nodding towards the door. "Just wanted to check up on you. Good to know everything's okay - more than okay, it would seem." He flashed Steve another knowing look, which made the soldier fidget on the spot, shifting from one leg to the other in embarrassment. Right before he walked out, he turned back to Steve and cooed, "And if you ever need someone to help you go for a 'run' again, I volunteer as tribute." When Steve just stared at him blankly, Tony groaned and rolled his eyes again. "The Hunger Games, Stars and Stripes; get with the times." He blew Steve a kiss and then let the door shut closed behind him, calling out, "Later, darling!"

Steve stood there for a while, tense and on guard, waiting to make sure that the billionaire was really gone. When he felt assured, he turned and slowly walked back into the living room. He thought about the broken picture frame, the tripping stunt, and the shattered glass in Stark's hand. "Come on, Loki, I know you're in here," he called out, his voice hard but tinged with nerves. The god was angry. Was he angry at him? Immediately, he flew on the defense; he hadn't done anything wrong… right? He wracked his brain, replaying his exchange with Stark in detail. He didn't think he'd done anything wrong. He was still seemingly standing alone, but he could feel the Trickster's presence. "Loki –" he started again, when the raven-haired man suddenly appeared before him and grabbed his throat in his hand. There was a vicious snarl on his face, twisting his usually exotic features into an intimidating, animal-like look.

Steve wheezed and grunted, his airway being painfully squeezed beneath Loki's ice-cold fingers. His eyes flew wide and he looked to the god; he was acutely aware of the quick and sudden pulsing in his pants as his sex started to harden. The god had ruined him – how fucked up was he, that he was always both frightened and delightfully aroused whenever the Liesmith treated him this way? Loki pulled his face inches from his. His green eyes flashed dangerously.

"Lo…"

"Silence!" Loki hissed. "What exactly was that? You let that lowly mortal come into your home and proceed to speak to you like that!?" His voice was controlled but it shook with rage.

There was another deep, full throbbing along the length of Steve's cock.

Steve tried to open his mouth to defend himself, but Loki just squeezed tighter, cutting any possible words off. "Do not speak!" he growled loudly. "Are you really so naïve that you could not pick up on his disgusting pheromones? The man was practically undressing you with his eyes! And you allowed it!"

"I didn't –" Steve tried to choke out again, his hands reaching up and wrapping around Loki's wrist in a weak attempt to pry the clasp off his neck.

"And you let him on that you've been spending your time with another!" he barked, his voice growing in volume. "You are, without a doubt, the worst liar I have ever seen – it's pathetic! Do you not think that he will won't let this go now? He is going to press the matter, until your noble heart cannot bear the pressure and you come clean about my whereabouts! You've threatened my very safety, you wretched weakling!"

Steve clenched his teeth together. "I would never tell him about you!" he insisted raggedly, his voice coming out in broken rasps. Loki sneered. "Oh you wouldn't, would you?" He brought his face closer so their noses were touching. "Until Tony Stark commanded it of you – then you would kneel to his every whim. How strong and mighty you are, Captain America; confident and unbreakable in your suit, and then sniveling and squirming with but a few words from your fellow Avenger when you are out of it. Perhaps he is the one truly worthy of being the leader!" he spat condescendingly.

Hot, angry tears filled in the corners of Steve's eyes, as his erection pushed painfully against the fly of his slacks. Loki's breath brushed across his face and made him dizzy with a growing need. He was filled with shame, embarrassment, and guilt; he was filled with offence, the need to prove himself, and an anger of his own. Most importantly, the one feeling that dominated over every other was desire. Loki was just being cruel now; Steve hated himself for loving it. He narrowed his eyes at the god, his teeth clenched tightly together. "Never," he whispered lowly.

"You kneel only for me!" Loki seethed, as if he hadn't even heard the soldier. He unexpectedly parted his lips and seized the soldier's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard. Steve gasped – or he tried to, the sound coming out more like a broken yelp. He squeezed his eyes shut and it was too much; the feeling of Loki's hand gripping his throat, the pain of the teeth clamping painfully down on the soft flesh of his lip, the way Loki was speaking to him… this was what he craved. His body seemed to slump slightly as a quiet, low moan slipped past his lips.

The sound provoked a groan from the god in response. He crushed their lips together and immediately slid his silver tongue into the soldier's mouth, beating it against his with fervor. The reaction it got out of Steve delighted Loki; the former immediately brought his hands to the Trickster's back and clutched tightly as a series of needy moans rumbled in his throat. Loki sneered into the kiss. If only his fellow Avengers could see him; see what he was truly like - the great Captain America falling before him, desperate for their enemy to take him and make an example of him. And he was going to do exactly that.

Breaking the kiss, he brought his lips to Steve's ear as his free hand began to knead the aching erection between the soldier's legs. "I told you: know your place," he hissed menacingly over the sound of the Captain's gasping. "In this world, there is a hierarchy – you, Captain Steve Rogers, are no Captain at all. You are beneath me; you are but an omega. You fall before men like me, and you love it."

"Yes," Steve breathed, over-stimulated by the sensations combating for his attention. He was rolling his hips into Loki's hand, desperately trying to get more friction against his cock. Loki's lips were also just as distracting; they reminded him of all the places they could be - all the pain and pleasure they could be inflicting upon him.

"You crave subjugation."

"Yes…"

"Say it."

He pulled his head back so that Steve would be forced to look him in the eye. The god's own cock swelled when he saw those piercing blue orbs dilate to unreal proportions. The soldier's skin was flushed, and Loki could feel his pulse hammering away beneath his fingers. How his Captain could be knee-deep in the throes of ecstasy and still somehow maintain that doe-eyed, innocent look on his face, he didn't know – but he hoped Steve would never lose that quality about him.

"I… crave subjugation…" Steve said lowly, licking his lips. Loki's cock twitched. "I crave subjugation to you… Only you…" Steve added. Loki rewarded him by squeezing his package roughly and then stroking his thumb along the length and circling around the silhouette of the tip. The soldier let out a small, strangled groan, his eyes rolling back into his head appreciatively.

Loki kept his gaze on him hard, never blinking. "You behaved very poorly in Tony Stark's presence," he began, but his voice was much calmer and more controlled now. He spoke matter-of-factly, rather than out of anger. "For that you must be punished." This declaration earned him another small, excited groan. "Here is what it going to happen," he continued, his hand unrelenting between Steve's thighs but never giving him more than the bare minimum. "You are going to step outside onto your balcony, and you are going to lean against the railing so you are looking out at the city. You will not turn around to check for me; you will not say a word. Do I make myself clear?"

Steve's eyebrows furrowed a bit and he now looked to the god with confusion. But Loki's calmed authority was something he knew better than to question, so he gave a small nod to show his compliance. That icy hand around his neck loosened and let him go. He made to rub it, soothe it over, but he knew Loki wouldn't like that so he just left it. Feeling slightly on edge and not knowing what the Trickster was up to, he tentatively made his way to his back door and stepped out onto the balcony.

It was sunny outside, and very busy. Living only on the second floor meant that he wasn't that far from the ground; he could see the faces of all those who passed by beneath him clearly, and if one of them had reached up to him and he down, they probably would've been able to touch hands. The balcony was shielded by a metal pane, however, that started at his feet and went as high as his chest. Everyone else could only see him from about the pecks up. He crossed his arms over the railing and leaned against it, facing the hectic city life, just as Loki had told him to. Then he waited, and nothing seemed to come.

He waited patiently, never daring to look behind him to see if Loki was joining him. He just listened for the sound of the door to open. But nothing happened. He stood there, leaning against the railing and staring out at the hustle and bustle in front of him like a jackass, and he realized that he didn't even know what his punishment was. Maybe the god had locked him out and would keep him out there, in that spot, looking like a moron for the rest of the day. Knowing Steve wouldn't disobey and as much as turn around. And the worst part was, Loki would be right. It both disgusted and thrilled Steve that Loki had so much control over him.

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand reach around his waist and begin undoing his belt. "What - !?" Steve jumped, startled, but then one of the hands moved up and grabbed the back of his neck in a rough hold.

"I did not give you permission to speak," the god's voice interrupted in a quiet, commanding whisper. Steve hadn't even heard him come onto the balcony, and what was he intending to do out here in broad daylight? Then he remembered the god's powers and pieced together that he must have teleported behind him to give that extra element of surprise. Loki was a bit theatrical. "Here is what will happen next," the velvety voice purred lowly from behind him, the hand on his neck lowering back down to finish removing his belt and begin working on the button and fly. "You are going to stand there, and I am going to fuck you, hard; for misbehaving with Stark. It is going to be painful, and you are not going to make a sound. And if you don't want anyone below us becoming suspicious, it would be in your best interest not to let any of this register on your face."

Despite what Loki had only just said, Steve's eyes still widened anyways. That sneaky bastard! His eyes darted all around the people walking just below his balcony, too caught up in their own lives to notice him, and he felt deliciously naughty. This was bad. This was very, very bad. His face wasn't exactly a secret to the world; everyone knew who Captain America was, which meant that everyone knew who Steve Rogers was, too. If he drew attention to himself at all, it could mean trouble. If anyone recognized him, he would have to find a way to defuse the situation as quickly as possible. Loki was putting him in a really dangerous position. He hated that he loved him for it.

He shivered when Loki's fingers hooked into the waistline of his pants, momentarily pushing against his warm skin, before yanking them and his boxers down to his ankles.

"Spread as far as you can," the intoxicating voice behind him whispered.

Steve obliged, moving his ankles as far from each other as the pants around his ankles would allow him. The second he acknowledged that his erection was hanging free was when he felt his first real jolt of fear, embarrassment, and rebellion. He knew no one could see it, but he felt like they could. That seemed to remind him… how exactly did Loki think no one was going to see them having sex? He thought this as he felt Loki's hands move around his thighs, rubbing up and down his ass, dipping in between the cheeks and gingerly running a finger along the crack. Steve fought the urge to shudder at the touch, and instead cleared his throat lightly and continued to look beyond him, as if admiring the view. Then it dawned on him; the same means that Loki had used to suddenly appear behind him on the balcony: magic. Loki must've been veiling himself in invisibility again. Steve gritted his teeth. The god really was such a sneaky bastard! More blood rushed to his cock, flowing through the veins, and he was growing both nervously unsettled as well as painfully needy. He was conflicted – wanting both to continue this indoors, where it was safe and private, and anxiously awaiting the feel of the god's cock penetrating him to his very core out there in broad daylight.

He didn't have to wait long. "This is your punishment," Loki reminded him, his stony voice barely audible. "Which means that this is not for your pleasure, but my own." Two soaking wet fingers suddenly probed Steve's opening – the soldier having only a second to curiously wonder what was sleeking them – and then were pushed deeply inside. At the same time, Loki's other arm snaked around his midriff and pressed a flat hand to his chiseled abs, locking him in place. Steve's lips pressed into a firm line at the delicious intrusion, and he struggled to push down a groan. Instead, his breathing picked up only a little bit – but he could hardly control this.

"Good little soldier," the voice encouraged him softly at the sight of Steve's self-restraint. Blue eyes narrowed and the soldier hissed ever so softly when those fingers suddenly began to scissor inside of him over and over again. Loki wasn't taking the time to build him up like he normally did; his actions were more selfish and urgent this time. Steve found this enticing – it meant it would hurt more. It meant that it would feel rawer… and it meant that Loki couldn't wait much longer to be buried inside of him. Despite how harshly the Trickster treated him sometimes, Steve never doubted how much his body drove Loki crazy with lust. It gave him a sense of power in an otherwise powerless situation. He really hoped that at some point the god would be generous enough as to provide his own cock with some much-needed attention, for it was positively trembling.

Steve's knees were already beginning to shake; it was difficult using so much strength to keep his body and his expression impassive when all he wanted to be doing was bucking back into those two long fingers and knitting his face into one of pleasure. It made things all the more difficult when he could hear the soft, barely noticeable sound of Loki's own heavier breathing and little grunts of approval. Steve didn't have to be watching the god to know that the raven-haired man was observing the way his fingers slid and twisted within Steve's opening. He knew Loki's eyes were transfixed on the in-and-out motion; were drinking in the sight of the soldier's perfectly toned bare ass and legs. The Trickster was getting off on making the soldier squirm – in a way where the soldier couldn't even squirm at all. Knowing how much Loki must've been enjoying this made Steve enjoye it that much more.

A jolt of excitement shuddered through the Captain when he could suddenly hear the sound of Loki's trousers being undone. He bit his lip, still staring ahead but taking in nothing. He had to fight to keep down the whine he felt rising in his throat. His form started to shiver uncontrollably, the anticipation becoming too much to bear. And then two freezing hands were gripping onto either side of his hips, digging fingers in cruelly. "Do not move," Loki whispered. "I shall do all of the work."

One hand let go of his hip and the soldier could feel those chilly fingers spreading him open. Loki adjusted himself so he was at the proper angle and then began to guide the tip of his thick, wet cock into Steve Roger's ass. The moment the tip pushed into him, Steve squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled sharply. The penetration stopped, but the fingers spreading him apart remained where they were. "Control yourself, Captain," Loki warned lowly. His voice was still calm and collected, and Steve wanted to punch him in the face for being so damned controlled when he felt like he was seconds away from falling apart. Instead, he covered his face with one hand and pretended to be rubbing his eyes, as if he'd just awoken from a nap. No one below paid any attention.

Loki chuckled darkly, the voice sounding as though it was right behind the soldier's left ear. "Good," he purred, and then continued pushing his sex into Steve at a torturously slow pace. The blonde revelled in the way it felt to have himself be stretched open wider and wider with each passing second. It felt like Loki's length never ended. But then eventually – finally – the god's hip bones pressed against his skin and that hand parting him open moved back to his free hip and sunk its fingers back in roughly. That was going to leave bruises… at least, the soldier hoped.

Steve could feel every inch of Loki inside of him, and his chest and forehead immediately became damp with perspiration. He always responded intensely to being penetrated. It was fascinating to the Trickster, and it was an overwhelming feeling for the soldier – his whole body would begin to shudder, and he seemed to be more responsive and sensitive to the smallest of movements. The god never let himself be the one taken, so it was always the soldier whose body got fucked and manipulated. Loki had thought that after enough time, Steve's innate reaction would've grown milder and less drastic, but it always seemed to be just as intense as the first time had been. This thrilled him like nothing else; the Captain was the most consciously receptive lover he'd ever had. Each and every time, it was like the god was deflowering him all over again. The only difference was that now Steve enjoyed it as much as he did.

Holding Steve carefully still, Loki began to pull out slowly. Green eyes watched his dick retracting from the tight entrance until he could see his tip peeking out, and then he started to push back in. He made sure to keep an eye on Steve's face and was surprised to see that the soldier seemed to have gone somewhere internally; summoning up every ounce of strength that he had to keep his face as neutral as was possible, given the circumstances. This was impressive, but not what the god wanted. He wanted to see Steve struggle; he wanted to know that the Captain was having great difficulty containing the pleasurable sensations he felt, and it was all because of him.

So when he pulled out a second time, he kept his eyes on Steve's face as he used his godly grip to keep the soldier unmoving, suddenly thrusting back into him with fervor. Thanks to Loki's powerful hold keeping him still, the Captain's body didn't even budge from the force – but this meant that it only took that much more of it. A strangled yelp constricted in Steve's throat, and he blinked quickly, his jaw tightening. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying desperately to find that place in his mind again. Then blue eyes opened, still staring ahead of him, looking down at the people passing by.

This elated the Trickster; he wanted more of that. So he continued the action, sliding out of the soldier and then slamming back in roughly, keeping Steve's body painfully still as he did so. To anyone who might have looked up, they would've been none the wiser to Loki's little scheme. The only thing they might've found odd was the blonde-haired man's repetitive movements of closing his eyes and twisting his lips into a strange sort of frown every other second. As far as containing himself went, Steve was doing a fantastic job; closing his eyes and lacking some control over his facial expressions was nothing compared to what he really wanted to be doing… such as screaming for the god to fuck him harder, deeper. He wanted to be cursing obscenities and crying out to his God, his God who didn't take too kindly to this sort of thing. Was this also considered idolatry, on top of homosexuality? He absolutely worshipped Loki, and would continue to do so for as long as the god was in his life – for as long as this strange relationship of theirs continued.

So, probably.

Loki's movements became quicker and more violent behind him, and Steve's mind swam with the sensation of Loki's large, thick shaft squeezing in and out of him, opening his body up to its limits. His own cock was positively dripping with precome and was also beginning to hurt; he wanted so badly to lower one hand and give it some relief, but he knew that not only would Loki not allow this, it would also be pretty conspicuous if he were the one doing it to himself. His heart rate was increasing to an almost unhealthy speed, his legs were quivering, and his breathing – though shallow and barely noticeable – was much laboured.

Loki would never admit it, but he was fighting to control himself, much like Steve was. He had the freedom of being able to pound into the soldier as he so pleased, but having to force himself to keep from snarling loudly, moaning with every thrust, and teasing the Captain with his silver tongue were no easy tasks. His own upper body was getting overheated in his Asgardian attire, but he was too preoccupied to stop his actions in order to remove them. Even one second was one second wasted inside of this mortal's perfect body. So as he worked himself into a frenzy, his dick being clenched and tugged exquisitely as it drove in and out of Steve Roger's ass, Loki's black hair matted to his sweat-slicked forehead, and his chest and back were completely drenched and clammy beneath his leather and armour.

"My good, obedient little soldier," he rasped chokingly, dipping forward so he could drag the tip of his tongue up the small patch of the soldier's neck, from the collar of his white shirt to the base of his hairline. He felt Steve straighten slightly to the touch, as if a shiver had coursed through him. Loki's sex twitched at the sight, and he bucked his hips into Steve's ass so hard that they both could faintly hear the sound of Loki's balls slapping against the soldier's. In a moment of weakness, both men's eyes rolled into their heads; at least no one could see Loki. Steve couldn't help the grunt that tumbled out of him.

And then suddenly, a voice.

"Hey, that's Captain America!"

Steve's eyes snapped open and his body went rigid with fear. He could feel Loki immediately stop from behind him. He could no longer even hear the Trickster's breathing, and had it not been for the fingers digging into his hips or the muscle buried inside of him, the soldier might have forgotten he was there altogether. Steve's heart felt like it leapt up into his mouth as he focused on the direction of the voice, his (dilated) blue eyes landing on a teenage girl and a boy beside her. They both looked up at him in recognition. He gaped down at them, his mind still fuzzy from the sex.

"Respond," the god's voice instructed, so only he could hear. "Act natural, or they will know something is amiss. You do not wish for that, do you?"

So Steve forced himself to give a small wave, a tight smile curling his lips upwards. "Good afternoon," he greeted them. He was relieved that his voice didn't come out as shaky as he felt. "You two enjoying your day?"

They both nodded and then began to inform Captain America of how big of fans they were; the guy stood up on his tippy toes and stretched out his hand to get a high five. Uncertain, Steve leaned over the railing, reaching down his hand to complete the action. The movement caused him to expose his backside even more, practically beckoning the god to take advantage. Just as Steve's hand slapped against the fan's, Loki slammed one – hard – thrust into Steve's body, wrapping both arms around his torso to keep the soldier from falling over the railing. Steve squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his face together, grunting softly in pleasure, but trying to make it look like discomfort.

The invisible Trickster helped pull him back into his original position, arms folded casually over the railing, and when the two fans looked up at him with concern, Steve could only think to say, "Sorry guys, I'm still a little beat up from the alien invasion."

Their eyes lit up. "That was so cool how you all fought against all those monsters!" the girl gushed. The guy nodded. "You guys kicked ass," he agreed. Loki laughed softly, menacingly, in his ear again. "Oh yes, you truly defeated me," he mocked before flicking the soldier's earlobe with his tongue. "Shall you mention the part where the villain showed up at your doorstep and you wound up becoming his own personal sex slave, or shall I?"

"Shut up, Loki," Steve muttered under his breath, causing the god to falter. Steve suddenly had to bite back a loud cry when Loki was back to thrusting in and out of his ass with purpose, one hand releasing his hip in order to – finally – wrap around the soldier's dick and begin pumping unforgivably. "Continue with your conversation, you mouthy little peasant," he spat quietly behind him. He sounded angry again, very angry. Steve struggled to keep his voice controlled after that, and he couldn't remember a single word that either of the young couple said to him. He could feel Loki's cock coming dangerously close to his prostate, and he feared that he wouldn't be able to mask the ecstasy that always took over him when it would finally strike. His vision became flecked with black dots, and he felt like he was about to pass out.

To his utmost relief, they seemed to have been running late for a movie, and luckily the boy remembered and they turned to part, saying goodbye and thanking the Captain for chatting with them. Steve wasn't even sure that he said anything back at that point. The second they left, Loki's dick was suddenly falling out of him, and the god's hand clasped onto the back of his neck. "Inside," he snarled, pushing Steve towards the door and the soldier almost falling over due to his pants still being wrapped around his ankles. He hobbled inside, and the back door slammed shut behind him with a sharp bang! He spun around in time to see Loki reappear, at the same time that the green shimmer of his magic swept across his entire body, ridding him of the rest of his robes. Steve had only a split second to note that the pale, firm chest was coated with sweat and was rising and falling earnestly. The next, Loki was rushing towards him, his face terrifyingly animal-like. He bore his teeth and growled ferociously as he ripped Steve's shirt clean off of him in one motion and then had the front of his throat back in his hand in another. This was a lot more than any way the god had ever treated him before, and it filled Steve with fear.

"Loki, I –"

Loki squeezed roughly, cutting off Steve's words and air, and lowering him quickly to the ground, his own body falling carelessly on top of him. "You do NOT get to speak!" Loki shouted in his face. "You have the nerve to tell me to bite my tongue when it is you who is getting punished!?" Steve hadn't even realized that the god's cock was once again realigned with his opening, but then there it was, and Loki was thrusting back into him with a fury he hadn't seen since they had first met back in Germany.

"You are beneath me!" Loki choked out with fire and hatred still in his eyes, but his dilated pupils and erratic breathing revealing his body's weakness to this. "You are nothing but a lowly mortal! You are not worthy of my words, or my anger, or my cock!" he was rambling now, his words seeming to reveal a disturbance within the god that went far deeper than the soldier merely telling him to shut up moments before. The more he spoke, the louder his voice rose, and the more frantic his thrusts into the Captain became. Steve's vision once again became flecked with black dots as the god's tip located his prostate and began brushing up against it ruthlessly each time the god's hips slammed into him. Because he was no longer outside where he could get caught, the soldier no longer stopped himself from letting his head fall back into the floor and loud, brazen, moan-filled cries from pouring out of his throat. His sounds of pleasure almost drowned out Loki's voice, but the god carried on like he didn't care.

"You belong to me, do you understand!?" he thundered, panting now. "Not Stark, or Fury, or any other damned creature! You… Are… MY… Omega…!" His brows were still furrowed in a strange sense of betrayal and possessiveness as his slender hips trashed against the soldier's ass. His hand left Steve's neck to run through his hair in what was a strangely intimate gesture, given the tone of the air around them. Steve turned his head, towards the touch, his eyes still closed and his expression signalling his complete and utter submission to the moment. His lips parted and he lightly touched his tongue to the god's hand before his eyebrows knit together and he cried out again vehemently. Loki's gaze became transfixed on the soldier's face. It was the epitome of all that was innocent and naïve, and beautiful and lustful in this universe. The man before him – mortal or not – was the god's kryptonite, and seeing him at his mercy like this had never made him feel so powerful. His jaw dropped slightly as the Captain's ass spasmed around his cock, drawing out a throaty moan from Loki's lips.

"You belong to me," he repeated with bated breath, the fire in his eyes growing into one of pure desire, rather than being stoked by rage. "Say my name…"

"Loki," Steve immediately breathed, craning his neck back, his muscular body writhing beneath Loki's as his inner walls clenched rhythmically around the muscle working inside of him. His prostate was being abused, and it felt so good, and he couldn't think or do or fathom, he could only let the god take over him, as he always did. He knew he was seconds away from sweet, indescribable freedom.

Loki closed his eyes and let the sound of his name drift around him. It always sounded better coming from the soldier's lips. His thrusts grew staccato in rhythm and his muscles twitched all over his body. "Say my name," he growled again, his hips never relenting in speed or power.

Steve's eyes opened and stared up into his. The soldier looked lost; like he was drunk. "Loki…" he whimpered, a little more alert this time.

Loki's upper lip twitched as he could feel his balls rising and his cock hardening to the point of no return. His breathing quickened and he clenched his teeth together. "SAY MY NAME!"

Steve's fingers dug deliciously into the god's back. Loki's words hadn't even finished parting his lips when the soldier screamed his name and arched his back violently off of the floor, a sound ripping out of him that didn't even sound human. Loki immediately felt the Captain's hot seed shoot up in streams against his abdomen, before Steve's cock had tilted back and pumped the rest of it out onto his own chest. The marvelous feeling of the come against his cold skin and the sight of Captain America spilling all over himself was dizzying; if only the rest of the world knew how dirty America's poster boy really was. The thought sent Loki into a tailspin, and he came hard into the soldier's ass no more than two thrusts later.

Both men struggled for a while to catch their breath afterwards. Steve's dignity came back enough for that familiar clarity to return to his blue eyes, but not enough for him not to shiver and exhale with delight when Loki bent over and licked his seed clean off his chest. He knew the god was coming down from whatever angry high he had been on. He didn't pretend to understand what went on inside of the Trickster's mind, but the soldier strangely accepted it all the same. This was who Loki was, mood swings and temper tantrums and all – and Steve was okay with that.

He sighed when he felt Loki's tongue run over his right nipple. "Who do you belong to?" the god asked again huskily against the skin of his chest.

"You, ya big jerk," Steve joked, closing his eyes again. He yelped unexpectedly when Loki's teeth drove down into the sensitive little nub.

"Don't you ever forget it," Loki threatened, before moving up the Captain's body and crushing their lips together.

Loki felt much better now.