Ugh God I'm so tired...I'm sorry updates are taking so long everybody, but my schedule is pretty tight right now. I hope everyone's been doing okay though! I'm trying to write as fast as I can though, I swear.

Warning: Ooohhhh language and then some nudity heheeh

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel Universe.

Comments/critiques are welcomed!

"Your body is literally ridiculous," Darcy marvels. She snaps her gum, Loki turning his head. "What? You're the only person I know who can confidently wear girl's gym shorts. Your thighs and butt fill them perfectly it's insane."

"Darcy, you're being-"

"No," she interrupts, pointing at him. "You're not allowed to deny it, okay? Seriously, I look like a fucking beached whale stuck in a spandex tube."

Physical education wasn't nearly as agonizing when it was too cold to be outside. And by "too cold" it meant that there was snow on the ground and technically Ms. Hill wasn't allowed to have them out. The students knew though that if she could she would so it was best not to push her. Especially since shorts were required of the uniform. However gym class inside meant volleyball—not a personal favorite of either Darcy or Loki.

"So what's up with you lately?" Darcy asks, blowing a bubble and snapping her gum. "You're in this weird mood like you keep spacing out and you keep having mood swings—what's going on? I know that you're not on your period because I've been informed that it's physically impossible for you." She grins at him, expecting a laugh or some sort of snarky come back but Loki wasn't even paying attention.

Loki felt…happy, happier than usual, but he didn't understand that so it made him frustrated. Steve made him feel happy. It was a different kind of happy though. It wasn't like the kind he felt with Darcy or when he was reading…or when Thor actually made an observation about his behavior that gave him a slimmer of hope that his oafish brother was capable of understanding him. This kind of happy felt airy and soft. Like he couldn't touch it or grasp it, like it kept slipping through his fingers and that was why he couldn't understand it. Loki supposed the only reason it bothered him was that Steve was the one that sparked this kind of feeling in his chest. Normally he'd smother these feelings. He'd snuff them out because they were unfamiliar and dangerous and Loki wasn't sure what to do when he felt this way. He had been fighting with Thor last night. Loki wanted to feel bitter and harbor the negativity Thor had left with him but Steve brushed his fingers against his that morning as they were opening their lockers and those feelings seemed to disappear. He didn't like that. If he didn't stay angry at Thor then Thor would win and Loki couldn't allow that.

Darcy claps her hands together near his face, making him jump. "Dude! What is wrong with you? You're worse than Jane and she hasn't even been dating Thor for a week! I swear I keep talking to myself around you guys it's driving me crazy—I need new friends."

He sighs and rubs his eyes, mumbling to himself. "Sorry, Darce, I'm just—I'm tired."

"No fucking way you're tired, alright? You fell asleep on my bed last night before 8 o'clock. But whatever just—quit acting weird around me, you're freaking me out." Darcy checks her nails and picks at her chipping nail polish. "More than usual anyway…"

Loki had stopped listening again. He couldn't help it though. There were far too many thoughts racing through his head for him to dwell on every word coming out of Darcy's mouth. Steve was…distracting. And it wasn't in the sense that Loki couldn't stop thinking about him—it wasn't an obsession—he was more like…a hindrance. Steve was churning things inside Loki that he didn't understand. He treated him differently from everyone else and because Loki couldn't sense why he was developing a strange emotional attachment to it. To him. Loki wasn't really attached to the emotions themselves but to Steve and something about that bothered him. He didn't like becoming attached to people because people were prone to let him down. One way or another they always did.

"Do you ever think about what Steve Rogers looks like naked?"

Darcy always had a way to snap Loki out of his thoughts. He frowns at her, glancing over towards Steve and forcing down a blush. Yes. "No. Why?"

"I dunno…I guess because I know what Thor looks like naked. Think it would be the same?"

He scowls at her. "Did you have to put that image in my head?" Loki rubs his eyes. Seeing Thor naked wasn't exactly something he enjoyed. "And if you want to see Steve naked so badly why don't you just follow him around and wait until he strips for you."

"Well it's not like I'm going to walk up to him and rip his clothes off. Things would get awkward."

Things already were.

Loki chews on his lip and sighs, twiddling with his fingers. "I guess…I wouldn't mind seeing him naked. You know—for posterity. But for conversation's sake, why do you ask?"

She shrugs and pulls her hair back, tying it up. "I don't know. I'm just curious as to whether or not his dick is as amazing as the rest of his body."

"And…if someone were to go out with him? Would you be upset?"

"I'd be bummed out, sure, but it's whatever. Besides I don't think I could handle going out with him…"

He twitches, frowning. "Why not?"

Darcy glances over at Steve and back at Loki, grinning and chewing her gum. "Because he puts out." Loki stares at her, straining to keep face. In hindsight he already knew that…the last time Loki broke it off with Stark it wasn't because he and Rogers were secretly kissing under the bleachers. While Loki didn't consider Steve to be a sexual being he did have to remind himself that it was more fact than fiction. He swallows the small lump in his throat.

"Oh? Who told you that?"

"Gwen Stacy."

"And how does Gwen Stacy know that?"

"What does it matter?" Darcy scoffs, staring off towards Steve. "Why do you think Carol Danvers still wants to get in his pants?" Loki furrows his brow and Darcy nods towards Steve, Loki turning to look.

Sure enough there was Carol just casually talking to Steve. Just…just talking. Talking and laughing. Touching. She was touching his arm. What did he need to talk to her for? Steve didn't need her for anything. What the hell was going on? Why was he laughing now, was she being funny? Carol flips her hair over her shoulder and laughs, her hand placing itself on Steve's chest.

He could feel his blood boil.

Did he somehow forget about how she played him to get with Barnes? Why was he letting her touch him there?

Loki pulls out a cigarette and his lighter from his waistband, Darcy's mouth gaping and freezing up momentarily before her hands frantically grab at his wrists. "Loki!" she hisses through her teeth. "What the fuck are you doing? What's wrong with you?! You can't smoke in here!" He hesitates and blinks, placing his cigarette back into the pack he was currently smuggling. What the hell was going on with his head?

Ms. Hill blows her whistle and motions towards the girls on the court to switch out. Carol throws a flirtatious wave at Steve as she walks away. Loki's mouth twitches. He was going to crush her. "Alright come on, let's go, you can socialize later." She points towards some of the students waiting around against the wall. "Laufeyson, Lewis—come on, you have to play at least one match."

"I can't," Loki shakes his head, holding out his arms. "I'm all bone."

"And I have absolutely no depth perception."

She points towards the court. Darcy and Loki grudgingly swap out positions with two of the girls. "Alright, Danvers," Ms. Hill calls out, tossing Carol the ball. "Your serve." She blows her whistle to start the game.

He makes a face. His stomach was still twisting and Steve seemed completely unfazed by Loki's rage surrounding Carol's invasive physical contact.

"Heads up!"

Loki glances up, not bothering to uncross his arms. He steps to the side to allow Darcy access to the ball knowing full well that otherwise she'd body slam him out of the way. She runs at the ball and swings her arms up at it which does launch it back up into the air. However it flies overhead in the opposite direction of the net towards the girls behind them who scream and scatter as if it were going to bite them.

Ms. Hill blows her whistle and sighs, picking up the ball and holding it against her hip. "Girls, come on, it's a ball not a snake!" She tosses the ball to Carol and glances at Loki—who had his arms still stubbornly crossed. "Alright…Lewis, you're not trying to hit it as hard as you can, you just need to get it over the net. And Laufeyson-" she sighs again, "-you could at least try to hit the ball." He quirks a brow at her, his arms still crossed and a scowl still plastered firmly on his face. Ms. Hill narrows her eyes at him. "We're going to play this game today, huh? Danvers-" Loki furrows his brow, "-switch out with Laufeyson."

Carol looks to Ms. Hill and then to Loki, pausing her conversation with her friends to frown at him. She throws him the ball with as much force as she could muster. He catches it and glares at her, continuing to do so as they pass one another for Loki to take his place in the serving position. Ms. Hill blows her whistle for the game to go on.

He holds the ball and hesitates, glancing up at Carol—who was now two people in front of him—talking to one of her friends. Carol laughs, her hair flipping over her shoulder.

"So, Carol…what did Steve say?"

"He said he was probably going to be busy this weekend," she snorts, her friends giggling. "I know, right? All I wanted was a study buddy."

"Oh, please, you wanted more than that!" one of the girls teases, Carol grinning.

"So what? He's not seeing anyone."

Loki did not consider himself a very possessive person. However his vanity and nasty jealous streak did tend to prove otherwise. He did not like to share. It was a flaw that he could not correct and one that he tried not to embrace…but Carol Danvers placing herself closer to Steve than Loki was comfortable with stirred the rather nasty, possessive side of him that he unfortunately could not control. If it were not a girl—or one that had shown strong interest in Steve in the past—Loki may not have minded… Besides, Steve seemed to have warded her off for now. He had no reason to overreact.

"Besides…he's yummy."

Well…maybe not to overreact. He looks down at the ball in his hands, all thoughts narrowing into one concise and bitter plot. Steve was his after all and even though he wasn't willing to publically display his affections that didn't mean he couldn't defend what was his. With the proper reinforcement and subtle messages these pesky, inferior females would leave his Steven alone—at least until Loki was done with him. He rolls the ball in his hands and scowls at his target, taking aim and poising to serve the ball the way Ms. Hill had been showing them to. Of course instead of aiming at someone on the other side of the net Loki aims to smack Carol Danvers in the back of the head.

She doesn't fall—much to Loki's displeasure—but a few of the girls start to laugh, even some of the guys on the other court. Loki crosses his arms with a smug look of satisfaction on his face. Carol rubs the back of her head and shoots a look at him over her shoulder, Loki shrugging in response.

Ms. Hill blows her whistle. She sighs and walks onto the court, scooping up the ball. "Knock off the pouting, Danvers, you're fine." Carol scowls at her, her friends all patting her shoulders and stroking her hair. Ms. Hill rubs her temple and walks up to Loki who raises a brow. "Laufeyson—what was that?"

"It was an accident," he replies blandly, not even trying to sugar coat it. There was no point. Loki was pleased with himself.

Ms. Hill stares at him for a moment before pointing off the court with a frown. "You're excused."

Loki strides proudly off the court, Darcy holding her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing. He finds a spot against the wall to lean, crossing his arms and watching the rest of them being forced into their physical activities.

He almost didn't notice when Steve leaned against the wall beside him. Loki hums when Steve casually brushes his knuckles against his arm. Steve smiles to himself when Loki returns the small affection by barely touching his hand.

"Feeling alright today?" Steve asks. He reaches out to curl his fingers around the side of Loki's hand as if to hold it but before Loki could swat him away Steve lets go, leaving a small item in his hand. Loki stares down at it and snorts.

"You keep pennies in your shorts during gym class, Rogers?"

"No," Steve chuckles. "I found it on the floor."

Loki's lip curls slightly in disgust, tipping his hand so that the copper coin could fall back down where it belonged. "And…you put it in my hand…"

Steve laughs, giving Loki a playful nudge. "Relax, babe…what's got you so tensed up? As amusing as it was to watch you uhh—accidentally smack Carol in the back of the head with a volleyball I can't help but think something's wrong."

"She had her hands somewhere they didn't belong."

A faint blush teases Steve's cheeks as he gapes at Loki, obviously unsure of how to respond. "Babe-" Loki stares blankly at him. "Are you jeal-?"

"Bad mood?" Thor asks, butting into their conversation. Steve quickly clears his throat to relax himself. It takes the pair of them a moment to realize Thor's question was directed at his brother.

"It was an accident," Loki replies coolly.

Thor nods and chuckles, knowing full-well that most of what Loki did was no accident. He gives Loki one of his most cheerful smiles and Loki responds by rolling his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Want?" Thor forces out a warm chuckle, crossing his arms. "Who says I want anything? I was simply engaging my little brother's mood to make sure he was feeling alright today." He wraps an arm around Loki's shoulders and gives him a hearty shake. Loki scowls. Thor senses the impending wrath and releases him, still forcing out small laughter until Thor's commonly placed smile melted into a more mature gaze. "I suppose lying is still something I am unable to accomplish…"

"To be bluntly honest you were doing fine until you smiled at me," Loki clears his throat, Ms. Hill blowing her whistle for everyone to clean up and head to the locker rooms. "Now be quick about it," he spat. "What do you want?"

His brother sighs, giving him a sheepish grin. "I—want to have a party. Mum and dad are going out of town and I was hoping that you could not…say anything?" Loki quirks a brow at him. "Please, Loki," Thor begs. He was even pouting. "Mum would flip a lid if she found out and I just want to get drunk with my friends-"

"And a bunch of complete strangers."

"Yeah but-"

"Who are going to attempt to enter my room."

Thor sighs. "If anyone goes in your room you can hold me personally accountable-"

"I will do so. But you also have to do the laundry and vacuum the house for six months."

There's a pause, Steve looking between the brothers as they stare intensely at one another.

"Four months."

"Two months and I get to borrow your car over those weekends."

He hesitates. Loki was a terrible driver. "Deal." He shakes Loki's hand. Thor gives Steve a grin and high-fives him, striding off towards Jane and some of his friends. Loki rolls his eyes and begins making his trek towards Darcy. Steve brushes his hand against Loki's as they move away from one another which pulls a small smile to his face.

Loki was permitted to change in Ms. Hill's office which was somewhat wedged between both locker rooms. After an incident in the male locker room that inevitably led to his parents—mainly Frigga—pulling him out of school, the school board was asked Loki not be allowed to change in the male locker room without some sort of supervising authority present. Of course no one wanted to volunteer to stand guard in a gym locker room as a group of prepubescent boys changed in and out of their gym clothes. Loki figured it had to do with none of the male teachers wanting to be accused of anything—indecent. And of course Loki wasn't allowed to change in the girl's locker room lest a hoard of angry parents storm the school demanding to know why a boy was allowed to change in the same room as their precious daughters. The argument that Loki had no interest in their female genitalia would only cause more angry and more religious parents to storm the school board. He didn't mind using the office though. Ms. Hill didn't stand inside with him or anything weird like that and if he wanted to take a shower she'd write him a note to excuse him from being tardy from his next class (not that he needed it since he rarely went to class). Plus the location of the office allowed him to hear what both the boys and the girls talked about amongst their congregated sexes. Mainly each other—who was cute and who was not. And dicks. The guys made a lot of penis jokes. Most of them were about one another which Loki labeled as unhealthy behavior amongst a group of hormonal and supposedly heterosexual teenage boys.

Today, however, the conversations were rather dull. He leans back in the chair Ms. Hill kept at her desk and sighs, closing his eyes. Stupid people of the world were both irritating and amusing.

He snaps into focus when there's a sudden banging on the office door and a voice hissing his name. Loki sighs and stands to open it, already expecting Darcy to be the one on the other side. She grabs his arm and pulls him frantically with her, a pleasant spark in her eye. "I've occupied Ms. Hill, come on!" Darcy drags him reluctantly into the girl's locker room, several of them shrieking at the pair of them and others quickly ducking down or covering themselves. Loki sighs and places a hand over his eyes in an attempt to save them the embarrassment. "Oh, shut up," Darcy snaps at them. "He's more embarrassed about seeing your va-jay-jays than you are." She continues to drag him towards the back of the room, near the showers, Loki struggling to find any kind of logical—or at least any kind of reason at all for this adventure.

"Where are you taking me?" he finally asks, uncovering his eyes when they come to a stop. Darcy just grins at him. They were by the showers, Loki was right about that part, but now he was more concerned as to why. "Alright…I suppose I'll just start naming off what I don't like about this so far: you've bruised my wrist, it smells like tampons in here, and if you think for one second we're taking a shower-"

"You know, I heard AWOLNATION is going to be playing in the city next month."

His ears perk up when he recognizes Steve's voice. It was eerily clear since there was a cinderblock wall between the girls' showers and the guys' showers. Darcy drags Loki towards one of the old gym lockers that stood between the end of the shower wall and the start of the new wall of lockers.

"I heard that as well." That was Thor's voice. Though he talked much louder than Steve it was still a lot clearer than Loki believed it should be. "I checked for extra tickets but unfortunately learned they had been sold out for quite a few months."

"Not like I could ever afford a ticket though," Steve laughs dryly.

Thor chuckles. "Nonsense, my friend, I would've been happy to purchase yours!"

Loki watches as Darcy opens the door to the old gym locker to reveal there's no back but rather a slim crevice between the girls' showers and the wall that separated the locker rooms. Darcy motions for him to come as she steps through the locker and into the narrow passage. Loki reluctantly follows. He steps over, squeezes past, and ducks under a multitude of water pipes that ran between the walls of the small crawl space Darcy felt compelled to share with him. Though if he ever needed proof that Darcy's inevitable future was as a psychotic serial killer this would be a good start. The further and further Loki followed Darcy the darker it became until a sliver of light was visible in a small area of the narrow walkway that wasn't littered with pipes.

And much to Loki's surprise Natasha Romanoff was already crouched down near a rather large hole in the wall that was the only source of light to the dark hallway. They share a mutual look of both neutrality and irritation, Loki turning his attention back towards his deluded friend who was now crouched down by the small hole and biting fiercely into her lip.

"Darcy…" she looks up at him and grins, giggling maniacally. "Just—what the fuck?"

"Come see!" Darcy grabs his wrist and pulls him down to her, shoving his face towards the hole. Loki struggles against her grip as Natasha looks on, an amused smirk playing her lips. She eventually gives up and sighs. "Will you quit being such a drama queen? You'll like it!"

"What is it?"

Darcy was only half paying attention to him, her eyes still glued on whatever was so fascinating with this hole. She pulls him forward and presses him against the wall, motioning for him to look. Loki rolls his eyes and peers into the rather large hole in the wall not entirely regretting his decision. Only Darcy would have found an insight into what Loki believed to be every teenage girl's sexual fantasy. Well at least most girls. Loki pulls back to take a small breath, leaning forward again to get a better view.

"Darcy…" he chuckles dryly. "Did you find a peephole into the guys' locker room?"

"No." She smirks and shakes her head. "I found a peephole into the guys' showers." Darcy grins, obviously pleased with herself. Loki trades places with her and snorts. "Most of them are kind of awkward to look at but honestly I just like looking at dicks. Now…are you going to pull the stick out of your ass and enjoy it?"

He sighs and scowls at her. Of course he was going to join in, why wouldn't he? It was better than sitting around Ms. Hill's office and listening to mindless jabbering. "Could I at least ask how you found this said portal to the sexual fantasies of an adolescent girl?"

"Well actually Natasha found it-"

"I heard Clint describing my breasts to some of the guys and I couldn't tell where his voice was coming from." Natasha shrugs, leaning back on her heels.

"And she knows how much I love the male penis so she shared." Darcy was still hogging the view. Her lip curls slightly and she grunts, looking to Natasha who leans forward gracefully to look. "Umm…what's wrong with Barton? I'm pretty sure guys aren't supposed to look like that."

Natasha hums. "He has terrible posture that's why it looks crooked."

"No not that—why is the lower half of his body awkwardly hairier than the top half?"

There's a small silence, Loki staring at the two of them as they peer through this tiny hole.

"Actually I've never noticed that before…" Natasha furrows her brow.

"Wow. I never imagined Bucky to have such a hairy chest though."

"I know…I actually kind of like it."

Loki frowns, rubbing his eyes. He could still hear the voices from the guys' locker room clear as day and water that he assumed was running through the pipes. "Darcy-"

"Sex with him and Clint must be so different though-"

"Darc-"

"-I mean just looking at them now it seems like Bucky kind of has the upper hand. But I guess Clint's a lot more flexible, huh?"

"Yeah, he is. But I guess with Bucky-"

"DARCY!" They both stop talking and turn to look at Loki who was attempting to scowl at them in a menacing enough manner despite being crouched down. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "How long have you known about this?"

The girls look at each other and then shrug, Darcy answering. "It's been a few weeks, not too long."

He takes Darcy's place at the peephole. "And you kept it from me for this long? I'm in shock." He could tell who a few of them were without even having to adjust the angle he was looking just from their voices. Loki could feel his heart stop. He pulls back and lets out a shaky breath.

"What?"

Darcy leans forward and lets out a small noise, a reaction similar to Loki's. She motions for Natasha to look, who smiles. "Finally," Darcy whispers. "My prayers have been answered…" She presses closer to the wall as if she were straining to see what was on the other side. "I've been waiting so long—so long!" Loki's heart was pounding. "It's Steve," She grins. "He always waits until everyone else is gone before getting in and by then all the oxygen in here is running low…but God was he worth the wait."

Steve. It had to be Steve. Loki leans forward for another look. This wasn't much different from seeing him without a shirt except…except…he wasn't wearing anything else either. There was a simple, subtle tone to his muscles—not like Thor whose muscles were sharp and defined. He looked so masculine though. Loki was so adjusted to the smooth, curved, almost feminine curve to his own body that the harder more rugged edges of Steve's chest, legs, and hips were leaving butterflies in his stomach. Then there was…there was…well—at least Steve had a reason to put out. He was intimidating to say the least. It didn't help that he was showering.

Loki had to look away. He couldn't understand it but—his face was burning up. He couldn't even hear Darcy talking anymore, the blood was pounding in his ears. Darcy places a hand against Loki's forehead and frowns. "Loki—are you okay?" He could still feel the heated flush on his face.

"I'm fine…" His chest was tight and his face was hot and it felt like he couldn't breathe. "I'm fine." Loki pulls away from Darcy and ignores her when she says his name, ducking under and around the pipes to get out. He couldn't breathe, it was hard to breathe. Why did he feel this way? Why was his head spinning? What did it matter if he saw Steve naked? It was inevitable wasn't it? The girls had already left the locker rooms when Loki stumbled back through and towards the gym. His head was still pounding and his face was still flushed and his chest hurt with each breath he took. But it didn't make sense…Steve was attractive, sure, Loki could admit that to himself, it didn't mean the idea of seeing Steve's body for himself instead of through some hole in a dusty old crawlspace had to freak him out. He was acting like a child.

But still…Steve's shoulder to hip ratio and the way his waist curved down into his hips and the muscular tension in his thighs and legs and…and

Steve and Thor and their friends come parading out of the locker rooms fully dressed and carrying on like they do, nearly knocking Loki over. Loki attempts to walk past them but his legs give out, Steve catching his arms. "Jeez, Loki, I-I'm sorry—are you alright?"

Loki pulls away more forcibly than he wanted to which earns him a rather sour look from Steve. And dammit his hands were still trembling. "I'm…I'm fine. I'm fine."