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Loki wasn't all that nervous. This was their first date since the party and Loki knew it was going to be Steve's way of making up their small falling out to him but he'd also told him to dress nice. He wasn't sure what that meant. Dress nice as in…casual? Evening wear? Formal? Semi-formal? Steve didn't specify. Loki felt it safe to assume he meant semi-formal since he did mention they were going out to eat. This was sort of their first official date going out somewhere other than the movie theater or sneaking out to lunch…so Loki was a tad nervous about that. He didn't want Steve to go overboard on anything especially since Loki didn't consider himself to be any kind of romantic.

He frowns when his phone goes off. Loki hadn't yet decided between two of his shirts and it was pissing him off for two reasons: why did he care and the fact that Darcy usually helped him. But Darcy wasn't allowed to know.

"I'm not yet ready, Rogers, I'll be down in a moment."

"No, that's alright—I was wondering where I should park?"

"You can park in the driveway if you'd like. The Frigga's out and Thor's out with Jane for the evening."

"Alright, babe. See you in a few."

He sets his phone aside to look over his choices again. There was the silver one. It was nice—a halter top and it showed his midriff a little bit—but there was the possibility of becoming cold at some point during the evening. There was also the green one. Green did look better on him than silver…it was a boat neck and the fabric came down low enough to hug his hips. Green or silver? Green or silver? Green…silver…Loki frowns. Why did he care? He could wear pajama pants and an old sweatshirt and not care what people thought…but he cared what Steve thought.

Green…silver…green…silver…green… The bell chimes for the door and Loki sighs, frowning. Steve must have been closer to his house than he thought. Green, silver, green, silver—Loki quickly grabs the green one and pulls it on, straightening out the fabric. He'd either look amazing or he'd regret the decision later. Loki musses up his hair and grabs his phone, making sure to close his door behind him. He makes it halfway down the stairs before realizing he'd forgotten his shoes.

Okay, so Loki was a little more nervous than he thought he was. Not because Steve was taking him out, more because Steve was taking him out somewhere nice. The last person Loki dated that took him to nice places ended up being a mistake and Loki had Thor punch him in the face. Loki frowns. Why was Stark the only other guy to take him out somewhere nice?

Loki musses his hair again before opening the door, Steve turning to smile at him. He was wearing a sweater over a casual dress shirt—semi-formal was obviously what he'd meant. Steve places a hand on the back of Loki's neck to pull him into a kiss. Loki smiles against his lips.

"You look amazing, babe," Steve grins, pecking a kiss on his forehead. "Ready to go?" Loki nods and hums, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. Even if right now Loki was only concerned with fooling around it was nice to just have somebody willing to give him positive attention. Plus the muscles were a relief from the bony, pasty drug addicts he normally hung out with. Loki was still a little embarrassed about having seen Steve naked…but he could hide that. In fact Loki was sort of happy that he had. It meant that later on his curiosity wouldn't peak in any way so making out could just be limited to making out. He'd have to worry about Steve's but that wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

He furrows his brow when he realizes there isn't a car in the driveway. Loki quirks a brow when Steve hands him a helmet. "Where's—your truck?"

"I didn't feel like driving it tonight," Steve smiles at him, putting on his own helmet. "Besides…I thought it'd be more fun to take this." He motions towards the motorcycle behind him, Loki laughing dryly.

"That's funny, Steve…"

"What? You've never ridden a motorcycle before?"

"I have," Loki mumbles, frowning. "It's just that the last time I did I ended up in Ohio for three days."

Steve wasn't even fazed by his comment. He straddles the bike and pats the seat behind him. "Come on, you'll have fun, I promise."

"What if I fall off?"

"You won't if you hold tight to me." Steve revs up the engine and holds his hand out for Loki's who sighs and makes sure to button up his coat before putting on his helmet. He straddles the bike behind Steve and scowls when Steve tells him to scoot closer and wrap his arms around him tighter. Loki couldn't help but feel Steve had done this on purpose. "Hang on tight, okay? It's not far."

"Dinner was nice."

"Hmm."

Steve's hand was laced with Loki's as they walked along the less than active streets of the city. When Steve mentioned they were going for Italian food Loki was a little wary but he pulled through for him. The restaurant was a lot finer than Loki thought it would be. It was Italian but an actual restaurant, not one of the little pubs he'd assumed Steve was going to take him to…or Olive Garden.

"Are you feeling alright tonight? You've been awfully quiet…"

Loki hums, shaking his head. "I'm alright. Just tired, I suppose." He watches the single car that passes them by, the gust that follows causing a shiver to run through Loki's body. Despite his coat the evening was a bit brisk and his sensitivity towards the setting he was in had caused his tongue to freeze up. Steve had made light conversation but none that kept Loki talking for long. He supposed it was his own fault. Loki had been excited for their date but nerves had gotten the best of him.

It still felt weird being in a social environment where he had to make some kind of small talk or at least conversation. He felt a little nervous talking to Steve though…he was easy to talk to and Loki had a habit of letting some things slip in their conversations that he hadn't meant to say. At least Steve had made a decent assumption in the kind of cuisine Loki would enjoy eating. And he was dressed rather nicely. Needless to say when dinner was over Loki was rather surprised that Steve had something else planned. Surprised or anxious, Loki wasn't really sure. Steve seemed to be trying to romance him and Loki wasn't the least bit interested in being romanced. He was too stubborn and too prideful for such things.

"So…have you always had the motorcycle? I've never seen you ride it before."

"No," Steve smiles. "It's actually not mine…it's my grandfather's. He's in town for a few days."

"Does he come in town often?"

He shakes his head. "He just came to patch things up with my mom…since she hasn't been feeling well…" Steve laughs lightly. "He gave me $100 to get out of the house though—I was actually going to take you somewhere uhh—well not as nice as here I suppose…"

"I wouldn't have minded…"

Since she hasn't been feeling well… Loki ponders over that for a moment. Steve's mother obviously drank much more during the day than one should but Steve didn't seem to be the kind of person to go into denial about something like that. Loki knew she drank a lot and he'd only met her once or twice…so why refer to it as her not feeling well? Maybe it was Steve's way of coping. Or maybe that's what he told his other companions—that she was sick, that he couldn't have people over.

"So where are we going?"

Steve smiles and gives his hand a squeeze. "It's not much further."

"It?" Loki smirks, following Steve around another corner. "That's very cryptic."

"Nothing weird, I promise. Besides—I told you I'd make up for my behavior at the party didn't I? You'll like it."

The buildings were becoming scarce and had dwindled down from restaurants and apartments to pawn shops and empty warehouses. The air had also become much colder and it smelled like fried food and garbage. Loki pulls his scarf up over his nose. Before long they came to the docks, Steve letting go of Loki's hand and snaking his arm around his waist to pull him in closer. It wasn't exactly a dangerous part of town—not that Loki couldn't handle running into any hindrances on his own—but the setting wasn't exactly romantic either. At least Steve was proving to keep Loki on his toes.

"You said nothing weird," Loki chuckles, shivering. "You're certainly raking in the weirdo points here."

"Shush," Steve laughs. He pulls Loki closer to him, rubbing his side. "It's not much farther, I promise."

Steve shoos a couple of seagulls out of their way, the ugly birds squawking at them. There was a line of food trucks that had closed down for the night—one of the sources of the awful smell that radiated the area. Loki was hoping Steve's surprise didn't smell like burnt oil and rotting food. They pass by a rusted old carousel, Loki looking on it fondly as they walk by. It looked as though it hadn't run in years. Steve seemed rather content with walking through this area though, which seemed strange since they were nowhere near his house and Loki couldn't imagine him driving here for fun.

"This place is dreary…I'm assuming it's seen better days?"

"Well, you see, once the baseball stadium moved across the city people stopped coming down here." He points out the old stadium to Loki who nods. Loki didn't even know the city had a baseball team… "Plus it's winter and nobody really likes coming around this area when it's as cold as it is…not that it was a dream to come here when I was little either. Most of the people that hung around here weren't considered child friendly. And mama didn't really like me going anywhere on my own."

Loki snorts. "Your childhood must've sucked, Rogers, I'm surprised you don't grow algae for fun."

Steve laughs dryly, his face flushing. "Yeah, well…when you spend the first ten years or so of your life in and out of hospitals you get used to being told what you can and can't do."

A knot twists in Loki's stomach as his ears turn red. It was difficult for some reason to remember that Steve had suffered more health issues as an infant than most people do their entire lives. Especially seeing him now with all of his muscles and the fact that he wasn't a pasty weirdo with psycho-social "mommy" issues. Loki looks up at the sky where a plane was flying overhead. He frowns. There was always too much smog in the city to see the sky, even during the night. Steve sighs next to him. He was looking past Loki and out over the water. Some kind of reasoning and thought went into bringing Loki down here, the frustrating thing was that Loki didn't know what it was. It could be a symbolic relationship to the area, something that had for some reason reminded him of Loki, or he brought all of his dates here…why, Loki was slightly afraid to find out.

The buildings had become fewer and fewer, the outlines of ships and cargo bins in the distance. "Do you bring all your dates here? I can understand not being able to keep a relationship if you do," Loki teases. He bites his lip when Steve doesn't give any kind of response.

"My dad brought me down here after a baseball game one day—a rare occasion to say the least. He got me a funnel cake and we watched the boats coming in and out of the harbor. That was probably the most time I ever spent with him…and the most time I ever spent out of the house…"

Loki hums. The wheels in his mind were still turning. This was the first time he'd freely talked about either of his parents in a somewhat positive manner…especially his father. Loki couldn't remember Steve really mentioning anything about his father, only his mother. Certainly something to look into since clingy and over-protective are traits seen in many single mothers who unexpectedly became single. Maybe Steve's mother was already…unwell before the drinking began. That of course could be a byproduct of the absence of a father. Steve claimed he paid child support so he'd obviously left at some point in time but still partially involved himself with their little family if only through a check in the mail each month. Loki could conclude that Steve's father hadn't left in the early years of Steve's life since he hadn't developed any kind of unhealthy attachment to his mother or effeminate personality traits other than his unyielding sense of kindness and polite nature.

"Why did your father leave?" Steve pales and stops walking, looking down at his feet. Loki clears his throat, pulling himself away from Steve to bury his hands into his coat. "Apologies—I suppose I should ask when. Why is probably a bit too personal assuming you even know the reason. So…when did your father leave? Do you remember him?"

"Yes…sort of…but I—do we have to talk about this?" Steve frowns, his shoulders tensing.

"You brought him up so curiosity I suppose…" Loki hums. "Do you ever see him?"

"I—I-" the words freeze up in Steve's throat, Loki furrowing his brow at the concentration in his expression. He almost looked mad. "Can't we—talk about something else?"

"I didn't mean to upset you."

No point in pushing any further…Loki had gotten the answer he needed, just not the details he wanted. He frowns when Steve wraps his arms around Loki's waist to pull him back to him. "I know that…but you did want to see my reaction." Loki blushes ever so faintly and looks away. Steve smiles, giving him a little nudge. "Isn't that why you push people's buttons? To see what they'll do?"

"Yes…and no. Sometimes I'm simply curious."

"Well, you know, curiosity killed the cat," Steve smiles, pushing his nose into Loki's hair. "Though I guess us going out is sort of the outcome of my own curiosity so I shouldn't be one to talk…" He pauses and bites his lip. "I'd appreciate it if we didn't talk about my parents though—if you don't mind." Loki nods and covers a frown with a cough, fighting the urge to shrug Steve off of him. "I'm sure I'll get comfortable enough with you that we'll talk about them at some point…especially my mother…" Steve laughs dryly.

Loki smirks wryly. "And here I thought you were an open book."

"I thought you couldn't read me as well as everyone else?" Steve grins at him, chuckling when Loki scowls and pulls away. "You know we could try and have a normal conversation for once."

"That sounds boring."

Steve laughs and covers his mouth with his hand. "Babe—not everything people do is exciting. Haven't you ever just talked to other people about what they like? What they dislike?"

"Not really…"

"Well—what about Darcy? When you first became friends you started out having to learn everything about one another…how long did that take?"

"For her probably a week—she talks way too much, I'm sure you've realized this by now. For me longer, I'm not exactly the sharing type, Rogers."

"Yeah, I know…" Steve smiles lightly. "But I think you'll get better at it…not everything's about gathering information, you know. You don't have to try and learn everything you can about me in one night. Trust me, I know there's not much to tell but—hopefully it'll take more than a night."

Loki leans over the guard rail preventing him from falling into the water below. He hums, staring blankly at the water lapping up against the docks. He could feel his chest tighten up. "There's far too much about me you wouldn't want to know, Steve…" Loki scoops up a stone from the ground and flicks it with his wrist, watching it skip out across the black water. "And far too much I'd rather not share."

"I'm not asking for a life story." Steve leans on the rail next to him. He wraps his arm back around Loki when the wind picks up again. "Just little things."

He sighs. "Okay, I'll play along…like what?"

"Well…what's your favorite color?"

"None of your business," Loki grins at him, Steve rolling his eyes and pulling him away from the rail. He continues to guide him down the walk. Steve gives his side a squeeze. "Alright, alright…what do you think my favorite color is?"

"My first guess is gray, you wear a lot of that."

"Hmm…yes, I suppose I do…I am more partial to darker, richer shades of green though. As well as black and occasionally gold. Not too much gold though, much too bright." He glances at Steve, noting the small smile on his face. "What about you? You seem to favor blue, you wear a lot of that."

"Yeah, I like blue…this is going to sound weird but—I really like white."

"White's not a color-" Loki cuts himself off when Steve pinches his side.

"I know, I know. I like it though. It's a combination of all the visible colors but in art none of the colors are visible until you make a mark on something white. I think that's kinda cool." Steve stops at the first bench they'd passed that hadn't been stolen, defiled, or covered with any kind of chicken wire. He motions for Loki to sit down, taking the seat next to him, wrapping his arm around him to press Loki into his side. Steve pulls out his phone to check the time. "It won't be much longer now…" He sighs and buries his nose into Loki's hair. "How about—okay, what's your favorite animal?"

Loki hums and leans into his touch. "Corvus corax."

Steve chuckles. "All I know is that's not a cat."

"No, it's not, you're very clever."

"Yeah, okay, smartass." Loki laughs, grinning smugly at him. "I give up, I have no idea what that is. I just know it's not a dog and not a cat."

"A raven."

"Really? Hmm." He pauses, gazing across the water where several new lights had lit up along the shoreline. Loki sits up at Steve's interest in the shoreline and adjusts himself against his side. He frowns as more lights add on to the others. Steve didn't strike him as being the type to stupidly go along with the impulses of infatuation but Loki had been wrong before. "I suppose you'll never cease to surprise me though…"

"Neither will you. Is it safe to assume that this is what we've come here for?"

"Yes," Steve blushes ever so slightly, the pink color running from his face to his ears. "I hope I was right when I thought you'd enjoy music."

"It's a good thing I'm not the one odd person on Earth who doesn't enjoy music."

His sarcasm seemed to be disregarded. The show that was apparently being held on the other side of the harbor carried a very faint and yet heavy sound as it drifted and echoed across the water. Despite not being seated in the actual concert Loki could still pick up each instrument as it came in. Loki could hardly contain the way his heart had begun fluttering, knowing that Steve had once experienced this as well and was now sharing it with Loki under the hopes that he'd enjoy it as well. It was one of the things Loki seemed to enjoy about Steve—the way silence seemed to be an unspoken sort of comfort between the pair of them. Not having to ask what Loki wanted to do tonight, simply assuming—knowing—that Loki would be wanting something a little more than simply dinner and a conversation. Steve didn't act as though the time he spent with him was any kind of burden to keep him interested or for Steve to reach some sort of means. Loki simply liked the way Steve simply liked him.

"Do you like it?"

Loki sighs deeply, resting his head on Steve's shoulder. "Yes." He sighs again and closes his eyes. "Yes, it's lovely…" The strings had come in with the harmony. "Though I do wish it were warmer."

Steve laughs. "Yes, well—in the summer it'll be much warmer. Though there will be more people-"

"Summer?" he chuckles, reaching an arm around Steve's waist to take his other hand, giving it a small squeeze. "I do believe you're taking some liberties there, Rogers."

"Maybe…but even if we aren't dating anymore I'd still like to bring you here—as friends."

"Mmmm." Loki smiles to himself. "I'd like that."

Thor's SUV was in the garage but Loki was sure he'd somehow romanced Jane inside and wouldn't bother to check why he could hear a motorcycle pull up the drive. Loki climbs off the back of the bike and hands his helmet to Steve who straps it securely back on the seat. He starts to walk towards the door and laughs when Steve picks him up by his waist and sets him down only when they reach the stoop in front of the door.

"I had fun tonight," Loki hums, Steve brushing his fingers over his hair.

"I'm glad you decided to tag along," Steve teases with a grin. "Dinner would've been lonely by myself."

"Oh, I'm sure." Loki grins back at him, Steve leaning in for a rather chaste kiss. His hands brush lightly over Loki's sides and come to a rest hesitantly on his hips. There was a tension—Loki had felt it all night; it was the uncertainty of how to act and where to place one's hands. Steve had certainly pushed things back into what felt like a normal pace but was still wary of Loki's feelings towards any "forceful" contact and Loki liked that—it meant he had control. "Steven," Loki hums, growing quite bored fairly quickly. "I have yet to object to any physical interactions between us tonight. And the feathery kiss you just gave me is starting to ruin the buzz of the evening."

Steve laughs and presses a little closer to him, Loki stepping back into the door. "You know…I'm going to have to find a better use for that sharp tongue of yours."

"…that was certainly a lot sexier than I was expecting…"

He sighs when Steve draws him into a kiss that pushes his shoulders back against the door, Loki snaking his arms around his shoulders to grab onto the muscles in his back and grip his hair. Steve grabs Loki's hair with a little more force and tilts Loki's head to the side. The noise Loki makes vibrates in his chest. Steve grunts in response. He runs his tongue over Loki's lips to coax them open, running them over Loki's teeth and tongue when his lips part. Steve tasted like powdered sugar and strawberries. Loki was sure he still tasted heavily of chocolate.

Both of them gasp when Steve breaks the kiss, their breath coming out heavy and visible due to the cold. Steve's hands ravage over Loki's sides and back, feeling over every curve and contour while twisting and pulling the fabric of Loki's shirt out of place, the buttons of his coat pulling themselves apart. Loki places one hand on Steve's forearm. He could feel the way his muscles constricted with each movement. Loki's face flushes, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening. Steve kisses and nibbles along Loki's jawline. His tongue flits against the cool of Loki's skin that had been tightly pulled over bone. His mouth reaches the soft spot just below Loki's ear and Steve places an open-mouthed kiss on the spot, Loki biting his lip. Loki's toes start to curl when Steve teases his earlobe with his teeth, making a pleased sound in his throat.

Loki kisses down the side of Steve's face, pecking light kisses on his neck. Steve makes numerous noises in his throat, Loki judging where he was most sensitive, kissing slightly harder there to hear the hum in his throat. He grins. Loki bites down into the soft flesh of his neck and sucks harshly on the skin. A heavy moan shudders through Steve's chest. Loki tenderly runs his tongue over the mark he'd left, marveling at his handiwork.

"I didn't peg you for having a sensitive neck, Rogers." Steve pants and lets out a shaky laugh, his own lips moving towards Loki's. Loki draws back instinctively and blushes. "Ah—I-"

Steve gives him a sly look. "Not as sensitive as yours I'm assuming?"

Loki's head falls back as Steve's mouth latches onto the base of his throat. He lets out an obscene noise, the grip on Loki's hips tightening as Steve lifts him up slightly to meet his own and presses him roughly against the door, Loki making another sharp noise. His head rests against the wood of the door as Steve ravages his neck. A heat was starting to coil in Loki's stomach. He makes a weak sound when Steve gently nips the vein in his neck. Steve rests his chin on Loki's shoulder, sighing deeply into his ear.

"I could mark up every inch of your pretty skin…"

His thumb flicks over Loki's hipbone, Loki's hips pulsating towards his touch. Steve claims his mouth once more and Loki moans into the kiss. He digs his fingers into Steve's hair, Steve's body pressing him firmly into the door. Loki could feel every muscle move against him and with him. Adrenaline was starting to kick in. The heat spreads through Loki's hips and up into his face. His mind was starting to shoot off into several places at once and he was sure Steve's was starting to narrow in one direction. Loki places his hands on Steve's shoulders and gently pushes them back, pulling their lips apart.

He pants, laughing weakly. "I should go…before Thor gets wise…" Loki grips the back of Steve's hair and pulls his lips back to his. He sucks on them harshly, Steve's hands running down his sides to grab his ass. Loki moans into the kiss. Steve's hips rut into his in a painfully pleasing manner. Loki pulls on Steve's hair again to separate them, panting. "You should really go…" Steve whines, burying his face into Loki's neck. "I don't want my final memory of you to be Thor beating you to death in my front yard."

Steve laughs. His body pulling away from Loki's was more painful and frigid than Loki thought it would be. Steve was apparently the only thing keeping Loki warm. He brushes Loki's hair back in place and kisses his forehead. "Yeah, I guess I should go…before my mom realizes I'm gone…" He chuckles, pulling Loki closer again to nibble on his neck.

"Go home, Rogers-"

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Steve grins, walking down the steps. He still had Loki's hand in his. "Until we meet again, Mr. Laufeyson." He kisses Loki's knuckles and lets him pull away, Loki leaning back against the door.

Watching Steve drive away made his heart both light and heavy at the same time. He glances at the door and sighs, looking back where the brake lights of the bike had disappeared into the dark. Loki didn't want to go inside.