He watched Loki closely, ready to push him back down if need be. He almost did when the other man paled, but the determination in his face stopped him. When the god started pulling him down, Bruce swallowed deeply, but leaned down all too willingly. He froze at the kiss, but didn’t pull back, and it only took a moment before he started to kiss him back. But after a few seconds, he broke the contact and gently pushed Loki back down, not wanting him to get too tired. “That’s…quite a bit,” he whispered, blushing deeply. But regardless of the color, he pressed another gentle kiss to Loki’s lips.
Quietly, Loki nodded, a soft rose color rising to his face, despite the cold water keeping him cool. “…Very much…” the Trickster replied, voice just as quiet as Banner’s own. However, as their lips met the second time, he smiled into the kiss.
When it broke, Loki sighed, contentment hanging on the sound. Slowly he slid back to the floor of the shower, exhausted by the effort, but decidedly pleased with the way he had spent the energy. “…That…Was nice…” he spoke softly, the joy audible in his words. The blush stayed on his face as he bit his lower lip gently, smiling all the while as he looked up to the other, watching his expression.
A soft smile touched his lips at Loki’s words. It grew at the kiss and he looked back to the Asgardian finally. “I’m glad,” he whispered, squeezing Loki’s hand gently. He turned and slid his other hand into the stream to cup the god’s cheek. His thumb traced over the trickster’s cheekbone as he whispered, “How…how much you you like me?” The words were barely audible over the sound of the shower.
"…" Silently, Loki began to push himself up on his elbow, paling ever so slightly at the effort, but not giving a single thought to stopping. He released the doctor’s hand, only so he could reach forward and gently slip it to his shoulder, and guide the other closer to him. Hesitantly, as though he was unsure he would be allowed, Loki leaned in as well, and lightly pressed his lips to Bruce’s - a simple, tender kiss he hoped would express just how he felt for the other.
"How dare you make me drink cocoa with mini marshmallows in it?! Is nothing sacred to you?" he smirked and leaned down while he lifted Loki’s hand, which he pressed to his cheek. It only stayed there for a second before Bruce made a spur of the moment decision. The kiss to his burn had gone so well earlier; at least Loki hadn’t complained. So Bruce turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the Trickster’s palm.
"Nobody’s ever felt that way about me," he murmured as he sat up. "I…I’ve never felt that way about anyone either…until now." He looked away, though he didn’t let go of Loki’s hand. "I, um…I really like you."
His witty retort was on his lips, prepared to tease the doctor with threats of ice cream and cakes, when he saw Bruce bring his hand to his lips…The contact was as gentle as it had been when he kissed away whatever had lingered of the burn, but this time it was not to wash away something awful - it was just because the doctor wished to give it to him.
Upon hearing the other speak, Loki was rendered silent in turn, hardly daring to believe his ears, but only for a moment. “…As…I like you, Bruce…” He spoke softly, gently pulling the doctor’s hand toward him, and kissing the back of it, just opposite of where Bruce’s had been on his hand. The Trickster waited quietly, wondering if the other would turn his face back to him.
Dreams of a Sort
Thor hesitated to answer at first. He opened his mouth then snapped it shut, then opened it again and sighed, “it is complicated, father, but I simply feel as if a night of rest has given me a chance to think over my intentions. I would serve the realms better here, at the seat of power, rather than in .. one of our weaker realms.”
Loki quirked Odin’s brow calmly, as though questioning the prince, but in truth he wanted nothing more than to let the topic drop. “…This rest seems to have done you remarkable good,” he answered, quietly thinking that in truth, he was the one it had done the most for…Still, he could tell Thor was attempting to appeal to Odin, which he doubted the Allfather would let slide, “…But the words you speak seem not to be your own. They sound more of Loki’s tongue. Is this what you truly wish for?”
Howard scowled. He figured as much. Steve would not take what he’d done seriously. This whole world would once again become a game of blame and he would be at the center of it. He wondered how long it would take him to adapt. To accept that he was in fact the Howard Stark they all knew and hated?
"He would not forgive a man of what I have become..not this world at least. It would have been much easier if I could simply pretend I did not belong." With an exacerbated sigh Howard rubbed at his forehead and waved his hand dismissively. "Forgive me, I’ve wasted your time. Perhaps I could give you something as compensation?"
"…He has spoken to me cordially, kindly even. I am neither of this world, nor do I belong anywhere. What makes you think he would not do the same for you? After all…My crimes are more numerous, violent, and believed to be intentional," He replied, with a small shrug of his shoulders.
"…You wish to compensate me, for dropping in on you?" Loki quirked an eyebrow slightly, surprised at the other. "…Regardless…" He continued, "…You have not wasted my time - I stayed of my own volition. If I had wished to leave, I would have."
"Hey, you just about were set on fire," he said solemnly. "I mean, I was only in there for a couple minutes and I was way too hot. You’re a Frost Giant. I can only imagine how you felt in there." He felt quiet, not wanting to remind Loki of his torment. "The important thing is you’re out of there and you’re going to be okay. If they try coming after you again, I’ll destroy every last one of them." He found it a little strange, to be honest. All the years he’d been persecuted by the military, he only fought back to defend himself. But as soon as they went after someone he cared about, he was willing to declare war. It was probably best not to think too far into it.
"You monster!" he said, covering his hand in mock shock. "How dare you make me enjoy delicious treats in the middle of the night?" He grinned and shook his head. He closed his eyes again, thumb rubbing over the back of Loki’s hand. "Are you saying you fought so hard to stay alive…for me?" The idea was touching. Loki obviously cared for him to some degree, and Bruce returned the sentiment. It had been years since anyone had felt that way about him, not since his mom had died.
"…Bruce…" He smiled softly, hearing the doctor’s words, offering his defense, "…Thank you…" Truthfully the Trickster hoped that it would never come to that…He did not wish to put such a burden on the other.
"it is my diabolical nature, of course. Who knows? If I am feeling particularly vile, I may even place tiny colored marshmallows in it, and force you to partake in baked goods as well," Loki replied, putting on a weak interpretation of a villainous chuckle as he did so. Feeling the touch of Bruce’s thumb, he watched the motion contentedly, finding it soothing.
"…You gave me a reason to wish to continue my life. It has been a long time since I had that," Truthfully, when he had been working for Thanos…He had existed for the sake of accomplishing a task. Had he been given over to Talcott then, he doubted he would have bothered to survive. True, he would have fought as all creatures did…Irrational drive to survive based entirely on instinct, but that was something alltogether different….Though he doubted the Titan would have allowed him such a death, or rather only one…No, he was certain it would have been a quite repetitive endeavor if the Chitauri or their leader had anything to say of it.
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"What makes you think I was trying to hide?" Is the only thing that she could think to say when she hears a voice nearby.
"…Simple," he replied with a soft chuckle of amusement in his tone, "…You are following me, and yet you are out of my line of sight. If I am not mistaken, that is the definition of ‘hiding’…Unless you have some other explanation?"
Son of Coul.
Sif being better at the holotable.
Dat slap on the back.
DAT OUNCE BEING GONE.
I KNOW HOW DOES IT FEEL SHE’S BETTER AT THE HOLOTABLE BOYS?
((OOC: basically she just told them “psssh, you’ve got windows ‘95.”))
"I’ll stop you," he said adamantly. "No matter what it takes, I’ll stop you." A soft smile touched his lips as Loki took his hand. "You’re cooling down," he said, squeezing gently. "How’re you feeling? Your brother wants you to call him when you’re feeling up to getting out, by the way"
His smile grew at Loki’s retort. “Oh no, hot chocolate in the wee hours of the morning when I can’t sleep? How am I ever supposed to live with that?” He smirked and squeezed Loki’s hand again. His eyes slid closed and he gave a soft sigh. “Don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you.”
"…Thank you…" He replied, with a soft sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to cause even more hurt, and take more lives… He was glad to hear that Bruce was willing to keep that from happening.
"…Exhausted, but less like I’ve been set on fire," he replied, with a small smile and a hollow laugh, "…It may be some time before my magic can finish healing me…" Truthfully, he still ached all over, but the chill in the water was numbing him slightly, which made all the difference. He just needed time and rest before his body would heal on it’s own.
Loki nodded, smiling slightly at the words. “…I’ll call Thor as soon as I can…” He replied, thinking how strange it was to have the Thunderer worrying for him once more, as when they were children.
"…Well I am a villain - you will just have to suffer through my terrible torture of late-night snacks," the Trickster replied, as he carefully rolled onto his side, trying his best not to cause himself any more discomfort. At the next words however, he faltered, not knowing what to say… That thought had often crossed his mind of late, after seeing what Ross and Talcott had done to Bruce… It was what kept him awake night after night, for fear of losing the doctor.
"…You held on to life for me…I wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave you after that…" He answered, though the sentiment he wished for did not seem to be within those words….What he wanted to say was that…He had grown more than fond of Bruce in the days they had spent together…In a way he never had for anyone before…But how could he say that?
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Loki paused, sensing the presence of a mortal close at hand. “…Tell me…” He spoke quietly, the smirk on his lips apparent in his tone of voice, “…Do you honestly believe you can hide from me?”