Several days passed before Steve faced Loki again, but looking at him was still difficult to do without blushing. This isn't right, he told himself. He shouldn't make me feel like this. But I can't help thinking of Lonna every time I see him. God this is so difficult. If only I had never found out who she really was then I'd feel better about the whole situation. I find it difficult to concentrate. I'm watching Loki nodding off, trying to stay awake through Fury's lecture. It reminds me a bit of school when the one kid would nod off during class, and everyone is more interested in watching him make a fool of himself rather than listen to the teacher. In this case, the rest of the class is me, and I must admit it's quite entertaining, quite a bit more than whatever Fury's is talking about. Wait, what was he talking about again?

"Loki...Loki..." BANG!

Loki's eyes shot open, but other than the sudden jolt, he didn't look all that surprised. "I'm sorry...what?" he asked coolly.

Steve chuckled under his breath, which caught Fury's attention, but only for a split second.

"You're not trying very hard to prove yourself," Fury warned.

"Sorry, stomach ache," he smiled. "By all means, continue on. Don't let my discomfort distract you from what's truly important." He gestured with his hand, as if giving Fury permission to continue.

Fury narrowed his eyes at Loki, "I didn't think gods could get sick," Fury pried.

Loki smirked with a nod, "But as the Allfather so blatantly put it, like humans, we are born, we live and we die," he paused then added, "give or take five thousand years. Therefore we're not gods," he said making air quotes around the word gods, "and therefore can be just as mortal as you. Technically."

"Wait, you're five thousand years old?" Steve asked finally tuning into the conversation.

Loki snorted, "Hardly, but I could live that long, longer if I'm lucky."

Steve stared at him a bit longer, carefully considering her next question, "So how old are you?"

"Come on, you know you never ask a woman her age," Tony chinned in.

Loki only rolled his eyes. "How about I just leave it open to imagination," he suggested.

Fury adjusted himself, and continued talking about various things, that Steve still wasn't all that sure what was going on. Now his mind was on possibilities for Loki's age. He said something about five thousand years, but that didn't mean he was that old, it meant he could live to be that old. To see so much history, that was a fascinating idea. Then again he lived through quite a lot, but he was asleep for most of it. I wish I could just get him out of my mind, Steve told himself. But having him in the room makes it that much more difficult.

The meeting ended in due time, though Steve never did find out what the meeting was about. His mind was too busy being occupied by thoughts of Loki, which he shouldn't have been thinking of in the first place, at least not as much as he had. Too his surprise, Loki had left just as the group did, leaving Steve with a feeling of disappointment. Frowning, Steve gathered up his belongings and left the meeting room, entered the elevator and exited the Avengers Tower. He hopped onto his bike and drove home, his thoughts never waning of Loki.

Steve walked up the stairs, leading to his apartment, rubbing his eyes. There were more important things that could be occupying his mind, but the more he tried not to think of Loki, the more he thought about why he was thinking about him.

Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his keys and opened the door. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him, but stopped in his tracks. Something was amiss. Slowly he turned around, to find himself face to face with Loki. On impulse, he rose his fist to strike, when Loki rose his hands in surrender. Steve hesitated, but slowly lowered his fist. "What are you doing in my home?!" he demanded.

"Look, before you go Captain AWOL on me, I just wanted a place to talk to you that didn't involve any form of recording and lack of actual privacy, because I have learned I'm not the best at holding an illusion while-" he cut himself off and shook his head, "I just want to talk."

They were seated in Steve's living room, Loki had dressed down from his typical leather and metal to a sort of black suit and tie as if expecting to go to some fancy party at any moment. He didn't seem to like the idea of being comfortable, compared to Steve who had changed out of his button down shirt for a slim fitting v-neck and slacks.

Steve leaned forward in his chair, "You said you wanted to talk, so talk."

Loki scratched at his jaw, shifting in his seat, "I know you find it had to trust me..."

"That's an understatement," Steve interrupted.

Loki sighed, hanging his head low, "I know," he looked back up at Steve, "But you must understand, I hadn't meant for things to go farther than just teasing and a little flirting. That first night took me by as much surprise as it had you. I let myself go and I'm sorry."

Steve didn't even pretend to believe him, "This is just going to be a waste of my time, isn't it. I'm well aware of the games you play," he said standing up, "and I'm not gonna let myself sit here and listen to them."

Loki stood as well, blocking Steve from going anywhere, "I'm not playing games," he protested, "I only wanted to apologies...if you'll let me."

"You can say what you want, but I know better than to believe you," Steve snapped, "After things Thor has told us about you, how can you expect me to sit here and hear you out? You manipulate people for your own liking and lie to get your way."

Loki stared at him, jaw hanging low, "He talks about me?" there was a hint of hurt in his voice as if he hadn't expected his brother to speak bad of him.

"Yeah, he told us a lot. He even told us that he's close to losing hope in you. Not that you've given him any reason to believe there might be a chance," Steve bashed.

"But I have changed!" Loki objected.

"You're like the boy who cried wolf," Steve snorted.

"I'm not sure what you're referencing," Loki said.

Steve snorted, "That's usually my line, but it doesn't matter. When someone lies enough then finally tells the truth, no one believes them. It's only common sense!"

"You sound like my brother!" Loki shot back, "I'm tired of his shadow following me everywhere I go! You don't know what it's like to be always haunted by a shadow!" he shouted.

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE GONE THROUGH!" he shot back. "You don't know what it's like to wake up and everyone you've known and cared for is dead!"

"At least you've had someone to care about, anyone I thought cared about me, turned out to be a huge lie!"

"Well I just found out that I lost my virginity to a man!" Steve blurted.

Loki stared at him for a moment, unsure how to respond, "I was your first?"

Steve found himself breathing heavily as his eyes locked onto Loki's. His face flushed slightly at the question. "Y-yes," he replied. "Seventy years on ice and my first chance to get laid turns out to really be a man."

"Was I that bad?" Loki pressed.

Steve's cheeks grew redder, "Well...no, but that's...beside the point," he stammered.

Loki found his smile once more, closing the gap, "So you're admitting despite knowing that I'm a man, you quite enjoyed are little night together."

Steve watched him carefully, but his eyes kept falling on Loki's lips almost in anticipation. "I-I..." was all he managed until Loki pressed his lips to Steve's once more. This time Steve didn't fight it. Letting his body take over, he kissed Loki back, eyes closed and hardly a thought on his mind.

Loki laced his arms around Steve's waist, pulling him closer so he could feel every cure of Steve's body. Steve clutched Loki's arms, but didn't push him away, instead, he leaned into Loki's hold, kissing him back. He couldn't help how he craved the feeling it gave him. He could already feel it pressing against his thigh, but now he didn't seem to care.

Loki pulled away, licking his lips. He scanned Steve for a response, but Steve looked a bit dazed. Finally coming to, Steve grabbed Loki by the arm, dragging him to his room. Loki looked to the bed then back to Steve with a sly grin, "Don't get too excited," Steve warned with a smirk.

Loki wasn't sure what he meant. Looking at his bulge, it was clear he was quite excited. Once Steve shoved Loki onto the bed however, it was clear he wouldn't have the control he always craved. Steve was in control this time and as he pressed Loki into the bed, kissing his neck, Loki wasn't sure if he cared that he didn't have control over it or not.

Steve tugged at Loki's tie, undoing it, while Loki undid the buttons to his shirt. They both struggled to pull clothes from one anothers body. Pulling and tugging, un-wanting to break the kiss as they went. Loki swallowed as he gawked up at Steve's bare body. He had seen it before, but even as Lonna he had the control. Seeing Steve from below was quite menacing in a way. Every curve, every twitch of muscle was quite frightening, yet very enticing.

Without warning, Steve flipped Loki onto his stomach, the hunger growing quickly as he pressed himself against Loki's entrance. Loki clutched the sheets as he pressed his face into the pillow. His body screamed for Steve, readying himself for the bliss. As Steve ever so carefully entered Loki's tight body, Loki lost his mind, gasping out Steve's name. The feeling was quite strange, yet very enjoyable, especially when Steve really got going.

Steve completely emerged himself within Loki, reaching as deep as he possibly could. He leaned into Loki, pressing his lip into the crock of Loki's neck and down his spine. Each kiss releasing small moans from Loki's lips. With every thrust, Steve got a bit more forceful, which Loki seemed to really enjoy. Steve could feel the buildup intensify and finally end in release into Loki's hot body. Just after he reached his end, he heard Loki reach his with a loud moan as he tightly gripped the sheets of the bed. Loud pants exchanged between the two men and Steve removed himself from within Loki, then flopped down beside him. He took a deep breath then slowly let it out before looking over at Loki with a lazy smile.

Loki adjusted himself so that he was stretched out on the bed, still on his stomach. He returned the lazy smile. His eyes already felt heavy, had Steve really drained him that much? He pushed his head into the pillow, feeling sleep catch up to him fast.

Steve watched him without a word, but the smile remained. He had no thoughts trying to convince him otherwise. At that moment, as he lay watching Loki drift to sleep, Steve was happy.

A/N: Long chapters are long. Yeah I'm glad I split this into two parts, lol. So this one has some shaky parts, but I hope I made up for it for that last part ;3