At the mentioning of having eternity with one another, the Captain grinned as he very much enjoyed the idea. Then again, it was a feeling that he had never quite shared with anyone else until that very moment. It were as if he’d been empty for so long, not knowing what it was like to truly live everyday. Instead of following the daily orders or given commands, he was following his intuition, feelings and perhaps even his heart when it came to the British soldier.
Once more he found his train of thought broken as the other lead him along. Though he only offered another smile as his hand was taken and he followed after the Captain. As the approached the bombed out sections of the city he knitted his brow in confusion. Not entirely able to understand why Loki had brought him to the crumbling building. Even then he didn’t doubt the other as he ducked under and into the opening of the old structure in order to escape the rain that steadily began to fall.
He continued to follow the trickster, never once questioning him as they worked their way through the rubble and finally up a flight of stairs. Steve noticed the scattered papers laying about, as well as broken canvases and brushes that had littered the floor. Though as the city view came into sight, the super soldier’s breathing nearly hitched. It was breathtaking to say the very least. To see the city sparkle and shine despite the dismay and chaos that still surrounded the countryside.
Steve’s gaze fell to James’ as he motioned for him to join. Without hesitation the blond approached him and instead of taking a seat beside him, he found himself maneuvering behind the trickster. Wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s waist as he rested his chin on Loki’s shoulder. Even if the rain wasn’t showing any signs of letting up, it didn’t seem to bother either of them.
"It’s beautiful." Rogers mumbled into the crook of Loki’s neck before planting a gentle kiss to it. Though he wasn’t just speaking of the city itself.
Feeling the other slide into place, just behind him, Loki smiled…To have someone who so clearly wanted to be near him, to touch him, to hold him…He had stopped even wishing for such a thing decades ago…It had become a whim and a fantasy, nothing more, until he had met the Captain.
Between the chill of the falling rain, and the warmth Steve naturally gave off, the Trickster was content…He placed his hands atop the soldier’s, holding them in place, as if hoping that should he not let go, the moment would never need to end. He leaned gently against the other, tilting his head to rest it against the other’s in contentment. However, he then felt Steve move, ever so slightly, repositioning his lips to James’ neck….Loki smiled at the touch, leaning away ever so slightly to allow the American better access to his skin.
"…I find that the view is much improved by the company it is observed with….I have never enjoyed it half so much until this moment…" he said with a smile. The rain fell around them, splashing on the ground as it began to gather in puddles, gathering particularly in the gashes left in the earth as the scars of war…In the distance, a bolt of lightning flashed, though they had a little time before that part of the storm was upon them…