Title: The Lucky Ones
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki aka Lucky
Captain America/Thor crossover, though it takes place during the Captain America timeline, so before the events in Thor. We'll get to those at some point.
Rated M for slash LEMON ALERT IN THIS CHAPTER - don't read it if you don't like slash.
A/N - Long time reader, first time writer. I don't own the characters, just the plot.
Thank you to everyone who has left reviews and has favorited or followed my little story! It means so much that you are enjoying it. And special thanks to my two main characters, Bad Ass Bucky and Loki Your King, for inspiring this whole thing. You deserve the best and I hope this is worthy of you both. 3
-The Lucky Ones- Chapter 5
When Bucky woke the next morning, he felt right as rain. It was hard to believe that he had been so close to death not two days before. He wondered if it was some sort of Asgardian magic that had made his body heal so quickly. He'd have to ask Loki about that later. Ahh, Loki. Bucky wanted to see that man again more than he had ever wanted anything. He wondered what the god was doing right that very moment. Was Loki thinking of him? Did Loki want to see him too?
Bucky looked around for Ingrid, but she wasn't there. Another healer showed him to a washroom, where he could clean himself up and change into fresh clothes. He was just finishing up, wondering what he was going to do next, when Loki's brother Thor came into the healing room.
"Greetings, James!" Thor called with a friendly smile.
"Please, call me Bucky," he replied, returning the grin.
"I was told your name was James? Is it not? It was on the chain, the one you wear now," the tall man questioned.
Bucky sighed. "It is James, but I prefer to be called Bucky."
"I see," the blond man was still smiling, but he looked imposing anyway. "So you are feeling better today? I thought to show you around the palace."
"Uh, sure," Bucky answered. He really wanted to wait for Loki, but something told him he shouldn't mention that to Thor. "I'd love to have a look around."
And so Bucky was given a tour of the palace. He saw dining rooms, both grand and small, and the kitchens that served them, where they each grabbed a quick bite to eat. The cavernous throne room was most impressive, where nothing was left untouched by the shimmering gold. Thor showed him the stables, where Bucky was surprised to see horses that seemed the same as the ones back home. Bucky found that once he started really talking to Thor, the huge man seemed much less intimidating. In fact, Thor was genial, clever, and sometimes Bucky caught a glimpse of a naivety that reminded him of his friend, Steve. The pair ended up at an outdoor sparring ring, where a dark-haired Asian man was trading blows with a woman who looked too beautiful to be as good with her sword as she was. Another blond man and a heavy-set bearded fellow watched and cheered them on.
"Friends, I'd like you to meet someone!" Thor called out, as they approached the two men who had been standing outside the ring. The sparring partners put their swords down and walked over to join them.
"This is Bucky," Thor said to his friends. "Bucky, these are my friends,the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Hogun, Fandral and Volstagg" Thor motioned in order to the woman, the Asian man, the blond, and then the bearded fellow, who all smiled and gave him a bow.
"Nice to meet you," Bucky chuckled nervously. He enjoyed meeting new people, but these were not the people he really wanted to be spending time with.
"Bucky is a mortal, from Midgard. My brother saved his life and brought him here." Bucky could hear the pride in Thor's voice. The others were all very curious and asked him lots of questions, mostly about his life back at home. He sensed though, that they were not quite as approving of Loki as his brother was.
Fandral decided to join Hogun for the next round of practice, and Thor stepped away to discuss something with Volstagg, leaving Sif to talk with Bucky.
"So why did Loki decide to bring you here?" Sif asked. Bucky thought that she was very pretty. If he had met her at home, he would have flirted like crazy with her. She was strong and Bucky liked feisty women. But now, he found that rather than appreciating her beauty, he was annoyed by the tone of her question.
"I would have died out there if he hadn't. I would have frozen to death, or starved, or something. Loki couldn't leave me there." Bucky felt like singing Loki's praises until he was blue in the face, but he stopped himself. He didn't want to appear too interested, and he knew the other would appreciate his discretion.
"Hmmm," Sif gave a skeptical look. "Loki is not usually one for acts of kindness. He tends to favor causing trouble, not rescuing others from it."
"I don't know about any of that," Bucky said, getting angry now. "All I know is that I owe him everything. He's been nothing but kind to me."
Suddenly, he felt his heart speed up and without knowing why, he looked over to the path that led back to the palace. He saw Loki standing there, watching from a good distance away. Before Bucky could do anything though, the dark-haired figure turned and started retreating back to the palace. Shit! Bucky thought. Somehow he knew Loki was upset.
"Uh, I'm going to...I'll uh, I'll see you later," He said to Sif, and completely forgetting about the others, he rushed off down the path after Loki.
-ooooooooooooo-
Loki awoke slowly that morning, rolling onto his back stretching his limbs. A lazy grin spread across his face as he remembered the night before. Bucky had kissed him! To say it had surprised him would have been an understatement. Loki could not remember feeling elation like that before. Never would he have ever hoped to wish for something so perfect as that moment. His life had not made him accustomed to believing in such happiness. In dreams coming true. Loki could remember nothing but desperate longing and endless settling for things that were just good enough. Could he dare bring himself to hope for any sort of relationship with Bucky? No, he told himself as his grin faded. The human would be sent back to Midgard in a matter of days, maybe even sooner. That thought made Loki roll over and curl his body up, wrapping his arms around his knees. A futile attempt to hold himself together.
Loki lay like that for what seemed like an eternity, feeling sorry for himself, cursing the circumstances of his life, and hating himself for it all. Finally, in frustration, he forced himself to stop giving into this misery. Only one thing was going to make him feel better, and that person was not in this room. He got up and went to his washroom. After getting cleaned and dressed, he was glad to see a tray of food was left for him. He ate quickly, not wanting to waste time.
Loki transported himself to the healing room and entered the room. He noticed immediately that Bucky's bed was empty, freshly made with new sheets. A panic started to settle into his heart, but before he could react enough to embarrass himself, a nurse came approached him.
"My lord, your mortal fully well and is away with master Thor, who came and took him earlier this morning." she said after bowing.
Loki gave an exasperated sigh and turned and stormed out of the room. Thor! Why was Thor bothering with Bucky? What interest could his brother actually have with a human? Loki had no idea where they were, and he found himself getting extremely angry as he raged silently through the palace, searching. Bucky was nowhere to be found. Neither was Thor. Damn him for doing this! Thor was always trying to involve himself in Loki's life. Usually the younger brother didn't mind, because he knew the elder's heart was in the right place. But this was different. Loki wanted to keep Bucky to himself. He needed to keep Bucky to himself. He couldn't trust anyone here enough to reveal his true feelings toward the human. And if Thor ingratiated himself with Bucky, Loki feared the truth would come out. There was also the simple fact that Loki did not like to share. Mine, he thought.
Loki realized that his brother and his human were not inside the palace. It struck Loki suddenly where they were. Of course Thor would take Bucky to the sparring ring. Loki rolled his eyes and made for the path leading out to the practice area. He got no more than ten steps outside when he froze in his tracks. Up ahead, he saw Bucky, his Bucky, talking with Sif. Sif, of all people! Who knew what she was telling Bucky! Loki knew whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Sif never had a kind word to say about Loki, especially after Loki cut her hair off. Just an innocent prank, but the girl had never gotten over it.
Just then Bucky's head turned and he saw Loki standing there. Not wanting to meet up with him in front of Sif or any of the others, Loki retreated quickly back to the palace. He heard Bucky calling for him, but he was much too angry to stop until he got back inside the door. He waited there, just out of sight. A few moments later, Bucky strode through the doors, looking around frantically. Loki stepped out from the shadows, grabbed the man's shirt by the collar, and shoved him into a shadowed alcove, pinning him against the wall. Bucky's head hit the hard surface, but Loki crashed his lips to his, cutting off his cry of protest.
This kiss was so much different than their first. For Loki, it felt desperate. He felt like he was claiming his territory. He shoved his tongue inside the warmth of Bucky's mouth and pressed his hips into the human's. Bucky groaned wildly, obviously enjoying this too. His hands were everywhere on Loki's body, pulling on his hair, gripping the skin beneath his shirt. Loki broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Bucky's, breathing heavy for a few moments. He pulled away and looked into those beautiful blue eyes.
"Mine." Loki whispered.
Bucky's eyes widened and he nodded, his face splitting into a huge grin. The shorter man leaned up for another kiss, but Loki shook his head.
"We can't do this here," Loki grabbed Bucky's hand and magicked them both to the privacy of his bedroom.
"Whoa!" Bucky exclaimed once they appeared inside the room, looking around the space. "I didn't know you could do that."
"I know many tricks. That is one of the least impressive." Loki replied. He watched as Bucky wandered around his room, looking at his stuff. It was unusual for anyone to be allowed into his personal space like this, but this time Loki didn't mind. The human asked many questions about the books and the various articles around the room and Loki answered them all. Finally, growing weary of discussing his possessions, Loki reached out and grasped the silver tags around Bucky's neck, pulling him flush.
"Are you quite finished examining my things?" Loki smirked down at the shorter man.
"Yup, all done," Bucky answered and wrapped his arms around Loki, kissing him deep. They made their way toward the bed, kissing and grabbing and throwing their shirts and boots off haphazardly. Loki muttered a simple spell that effectively locked and soundproofed his door. He let out a moan as Bucky licked his ear, then traveled down his throat, kissing and biting as he went. When the human reached down and gripped his hardness through his pants, he felt as though he might come undone right then and there. No one had ever touched him so intimately.
"I've never done this before," Loki confessed in a raspy, breathless voice. Bucky hummed against his neck before pulling away.
"Neither have I," the other man answered. "But I'm a quick learner."
-ooooooooooooooo-
A wicked grin broke out on Bucky's face when he saw Loki's eyes widen at that statement. He was certainly no stranger to sex, but this was his first time with another man. But he wasn't worried. Something told him he'd have no problem figuring out what to do. First things first, Bucky thought to himself, and gave the taller man a shove, knocking him down onto the bed. Those green eyes watched Bucky hungrily as he crawled up that lean frame. He stopped at Loki's waist, and pulled at his pants. The god lifted his ass, allowing Bucky to take them all the way off. After removing his own pants too, climbed back onto the bed, kissing and sucking his way up Loki's legs. He stopped when he got to the god's groin, and without warning licked up the length of his shaft, pressing his tongue hard. Loki let out a cry that was sure to be heard throughout the palace. Bucky chuckled and kept kissing up that beautiful pale body until he was looking down into hooded green eyes.
"We need some lube" Bucky said, while leaving light kisses on Loki's face and neck.
"The drawer...over there...oils...bottles..." Loki gasped. Bucky leaned over and fished a small glass bottle out of the small table next to the bed. Sitting on his knees, looking down at the man spread open so completely before him, Bucky was struck by the importance of this moment. The trust this vulnerable man was placing in him was immeasurable, and Bucky did not want to take anything for granted.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked Loki, looking directly into his green eyes. Loki sat up and held Bucky's face in his hands.
"More than you know, I want this. I want you." Loki captured his lips in a kiss and pulled them both back down to the bed. Not wanting to break the kiss, Bucky fumbled blindly with the container of oil. He managed to get it open and he coated his fingers in slickness. Tossing the bottle aside, he wasted no time in reaching down and pressing a single finger into Loki's tight opening. The man beneath him groaned in pleasure, so Bucky added another. He continued stretching, scissoring his fingers, and enjoying the sounds coming out of Loki's mouth. After adding a third finger, Loki cried out again.
"Enough! You are driving me mad!" he exclaimed. Bucky was all too happy to comply. Mixing the lube from his fingers with the pre-cum dripping that had long been dripping from his cock, Bucky got into position. He pushed in slowly, eyes rolling back in his head at the glorious feeling of being inside that tightness.
"Oh my god..." he breathed once he was fully seated inside Loki's ass. Besides the physical pleasure, an overwhelming feeling of happiness filled him, and Bucky found himself wanting to cry from just how right this was.
"I feel it too," Loki smiled, reading the expression in Bucky's eyes. "This is how it's supposed to be."
Bucky leaned in to kiss Loki's lips, his dog tags resting right above Loki's heart.
"Now move, before I have to kill you," the god pleaded.
So Bucky did. He began thrusting slowly, though his pleasure and the incredibly sexy noises Loki was making quickly increased his pace. Soon both men were covered in a sheen of sweat and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Bucky could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. Leaning on one arm, he reached down and gripped Loki's cock, and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. He felt Loki's fingernails scrape down his shoulders, and he knew it would all be over way too quickly.
"Come for me, Loki. I need you to come for me" Bucky rasped desperately. It was enough, and Loki let out a strangled cry as he found his release all over Bucky's hand and his own stomach. The muscles in the god's ass clenched deliciously as he came, which drove Bucky, wild and growling, over the edge as well.
-ooooooooooooooo-
Loki lay there panting, with Bucky's still weight resting on him, and he wondered if he would ever know such ecstasy again. He tried to form more coherent thought, but his brain was not functioning properly. No surprise there. After a few moments of trying to catch their breaths, Bucky pulled out and rolled over next to him. Loki used magic to clean them both, knowing neither would want to get up and do it the old fashioned way.
"Another handy trick," Bucky said with a giggle.
"Indeed. Hopefully that one will get put to good use again." Loki rolled over, rested his head on his arm, and looked down at Bucky.
"Without a doubt," the man replied, cupping Loki's face and pulling it down for a kiss.
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