Okay guys so sorry this one is slightly shorter than the others, it was just a bit of a filler really. Hope you enjoy it anyway! None of this is mine...i wish xD

The next few days had everyone concerned for Loki's welfare, not just Steve. The thin God was declining in health, rather than improving, and it was alarming how much worse he seemed now. His fever was almost constantly sky high, which Thor assured him was dangerous for Loki especially, being Jotun of birth and naturally at a lower body temperature. Thor and Steve found themselves hauling buckets of ice to Loki's room for him to bathe in, and JARVIS was under orders to keep the thermostat in Loki's room at rock bottom levels. Besides his ice-fetching duties, Steve remained Loki's constant companion, keeping him entertained, keeping his mind off of his illness. Tony regularly dropped in, and Thor more often than not just to fuss, but Bruce was the most helpful. When Loki became too nauseated to keep down any fluids when he drank them, Bruce had come to set up an IV, and ensured he was never without one. Bruce also set up the monitoring of Loki's temperature and pulse, just in case. He seemed so sickly, and none of them were willing to take any risks right now. Loki was part of their team now.

In his usual position at Loki's bedside, Steve was currently tracing patterns on Loki's pale skin as he slept, but withdrew with a gasp as he saw the inky blue pallor of Loki's Jotun skin creeping up from his fingertips. He watched, mesmerised as darker blue markings appeared on Loki's skin, and reached out to trace them with a finger.

"Don't" Loki's voice was weak, and croaky, but he still somehow managed to be stern.

"It is too cold for you. It will hurt you, and I do not want that."

Steve frowned as Loki attempted to push himself up onto his arms, panting with the exertion it required. He reached over to the desk for a glass of ice water as the God began to cough, fluid rattling in his lungs.

"Easy, Loki. You should rest some more."

Loki's red eyes lifted to meet Steve's blue ones. The look he was being given spoke volumes about what he thought of that plan. Loki continued to push himself upwards until he achieved a sitting position. The Trickster allowed himself a mere moment of reprieve before swinging his legs to the edge of the bed and ascending to a standing position.

Well...gold star for trying. Loki's legs shook where he stood, but otherwise his demeanour spoke of someone with confidence who totally should not still be in bed and wasn't incredibly ill right now.

Until he tried to walk a few steps.

Steve thanked God almighty that he was present when Loki woke and decided it was time to get up, for in the second it took him to move as he saw Loki falling, his knees buckling beneath him, Steve could honestly say he had never been more scared in his life.

"You shall have to stop...saving me like...a damsel in distress, Captain." Loki slurred, only half conscious. Steve decided not to risk moving him, and instead sank to the floor, Loki's head in his lap as he lay on the ground.

"Then you're going to have to stop giving me heart attacks like this."

"One would almost think you cared for me Captain." A casual comment, thrown out there...

"I do."

Steve's eyes widened as his brain registered what his mouth had just spoken. Had he just done that? Just openly admitted that he liked Loki? He felt Loki turn to face him in his lap, slowly. Steve closed his eyes for a moment, dreading what was to come. Ill or not, Loki could still turn him into a toad if he wanted...or a bilgesnipe, and he didn't know what that was, but Thor made it sound horrifying.

When he opened his eyes, and red met blue, however, he found Loki smiling softly, making him look at peace despite the fever glaze on his eyes.

"Good. Otherwise this would be awkward." And with that, Steve's neck had a cold hand on the back of it, and he was pulled forward to meet Loki's icy lips.

They kissed passionately for a good minute, and pulled away for just two reasons.

Firstly, snogging someone senseless could be classed as overexertion, and Loki certainly didn't need that.

Secondly, Steve was pretty sure his lips were getting frostbitten.

They stayed like that, breathing heavily, smiling at each other, both completely content with what had just passed. Content with each other, for the moment.

"Captain! Hast thou defiled my brother?"

Steve gulped. Damn those silently sliding doors.

Oh dear! What will Thor say? How will this go down? Cast your votes guys, what do you think should happen? Let me know in a nice review :D