Round 5
Round 5 is now closed.
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“That… explains it, I guess. A bit.” Loki smiled at Steve’s comment, and also because whatever he was smearing over Loki’s back was taking a great deal of the pain away. Soon he felt the softness of bandages as Steve gently covered the wounds. But the silence didn’t last. “Okay, so do you need to see a doctor or anything? Not to keep picking at you, but my cousin lost a baby after falling down the stairs, and you’ve been pretty badly beaten, and shot.”
Loki was actually touched by Steve’s persistence. Clear as it was that he was completely uncomfortable with Loki’s “condition,” he was still determined to do everything it took to make sure he was all right. “There is no danger of a miscarriage,” he replied, taking all the mockery from his voice to show Steve how much he appreciated the concern. It wasn’t easy for him, this honestly. He wondered if the good Captain would realize that. “I will answer the question you’re trying to ask, Captain. All I need to carry this child to term is rest and safety. My magic will see to everything else. I’ll be back to normal and able to take care of myself within a few days of the birth. Do you wish to know anything else?”
“No, that’s good.” Steve’s relief at being able to stop his awkward questioning was clear. “That’s good. Thanks.”
“I believe it is I who should be offering thanks,” Loki replied quietly. Now he was the one who was uncomfortable. “I… did not dare hope for your aid, Captain. You are a gentleman.”
He turned and saw Steve smiling at him-awkward, blushing. Loki could understand why he had so many screaming fangirls. The man was the definition of adorable. “It’s Steve, okay?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can call me Steve. I’m not Captain America at home.”
“And you may call me Lord Loki, God of Chaos, Master of Evil, Destroyer of Worlds,” Loki said, inclining his head regally.
Steve snorted a laugh. “Now I know you feel better,” he said, and started to put away his first-aid supplies.
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Clint killed his motorcycle and put down the kickstand. The Avengers mansion rose before him, white and shining and pissing him off. He pulled off his helmet, hung it on his handlebars, and made sure he had a good grip on his temper before he walked inside.
Thor, Fury, Stark, and the Black Widow were all in the main living area, drinking coffee and snacking on muffins while they watched Mythbusters. Clint stopped dead in the doorway, just staring at Thor in complete and utter disbelief. Muffins? The man kicked his pregnant sibling out and then sat down for some TV and coffee and fucking muffins?
He was seriously going to have to revise his definition of asshole.
“I ran into Loki a little while ago,” he said to the room at large. “Anyone want to tell me why we’re suddenly not arresting him anymore?”
Thor didn’t even look up. “My brother is no danger to us right now.”
“Uh-huh.” Clint tugged off his gloves, feeling his hold on his temper straining. “And why is that?”
“Brace yourself-the bitch is pregnant,” Fury replied. At least he had the decency to turn and face Clint when he said it. “Thor says he can’t do magic while he’s expecting. Can you believe that shit?” He laughed and Thor joined in.
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“It is not,” Thor said, finishing off his muffin, throwing the wrapper on the floor, and reaching for another. “It has happened many times in the past. My brother is… unique, among the gods.”
“Uh-huh.” This was an understatement. “Still not getting why he’s not under arrest. Seems like he can’t kick our asses right now. Might be a good time to grab him.”
“He wants us to arrest him.” Natasha finally spoke up, raising an eyebrow at Clint. “I think you can see the problem there.”
“Just because my brother has no magic does not mean he is in any way helpless,” Thor agreed. “He still has his voice, does he not? He has ever done more damage with words than with any spell.”
“I know a few city blocks that might disagree with you,” Tony spoke up for the first time. From the look on Ironman’s face, this was all news to him. “Seriously, why aren’t we locking him up?”
Thor shrugged as though dismissing the human’s petty concerns. Clint had another brief fantasy involving his bow, an incendiary charge, an arrow, and the god’s nether regions. “I am certain he was planning some mischief and just waiting for the opportunity to get in here to accomplish it.”
“But without his magic, it should be pretty easy to keep it from happening,” Clint pointed out. “Are we not interested in making him pay for his crimes anymore? Did I miss a memo?”
Fury sat back with a long-suffering sigh. “I’m sure he’ll pay plenty, Barton.”
One, two, three, four, five, six, seveneightnineten… Nope, counting to ten still did nothing to stop Clint being pissed off. Who ever came up with that stupid advice anyway? “And that means what, exactly?”
Thor took an enormous bite of a muffin and, mouth full, answered, “His allies have turned on him. He has no safe haven. Have you ever heard the phrase tough love, Clint Barton? Colonel Fury has told me of this concept, where you allow one to experience the consequences of their actions without aiding them. This is supposed to make them realize the error of their ways.” He swallowed hugely, slurped his coffee-damn, gods had no manners-and went on, “I have been unable to get my brother to stop his madness with reason. Perhaps this will work.”
Clint was struck dumb by the sheer heartlessness of Thor’s reasoning. When his voice returned, it didn’t sound like his own. Surely his own voice would be screaming profanity, not speaking so calmly, as though he wasn’t concerned at all. “What about the baby?”
Thor shrugged, and Clint mentally promised himself that he could accidentally misdirect an arrow in their next battle to repay that bit of coldness. “My brother is known as the Mother of Monsters, did you know that?” he said dismissively. “Trust me, Clint Barton, the world loses nothing if his child never draws breath.”
“Uh-huh.” One two three four fucking bastard five cocksucking asshole six seven Goddamned coldhearted… “So Loki’s out of it for a while. How long?”
The Thunder God shrugged again. “Who knows? It depends on what manner of beast he is incubating. Sleipnir took a full year. Jormungand, three months or so. No matter, though. He will be, as you say, out of it for quite a while if I am any judge of Doom. He has a vindictive streak to match my brother’s.”
That’s it. He had to get out of here. “Got things to do,” Clint growled, and spun on his heel and walked out.
(Thor = asshole. Clint = awesome. I love writing Clint!)
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Awesome line is awesome. XD Oh man, I'm really liking Clint! This is just so amazing! It totally made my day!
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They are idiots.
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Also? Now I really want to see Steve and Clint just being complete bastards as the pregnancy progresses, fucking their shit up and making horrible hints about things going wrong while Loki lounges in a hammock eating peaches and just dumping a shit-ton of guilt on Thor's head.
LOKI APPROVES OF THESE SHENANIGANS
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It was another new experience for Steve. Never had he imagined seeing Loki actually show fatigue. But then again, never had he thought he’d be offering a supervillain sanctuary, or wondering if gods got pregnancy cravings, or exactly what was involved when a god who was to all outward appearances male gave birth.
It was amazing that his brain wasn’t smoking.
But if one thing had been drilled into his head during his upbringing, it was hospitality. “Come on, I’ll show you to the guest room so you can take a rest. You look beat-er, no pun intended,” he added quickly.
Loki laughed as he wearily stood to follow Steve. “A shame, that. As puns go, it wasn’t bad.”
Steve allowed himself a smile in return. Another amazing realization-when Loki wasn’t trying to blast Steve’s kidneys out his ears, he was actually quite easy to get along with. When Thor had first joined the Avengers, he’d spent more than a few hours trying to figure out why he still seemed to hold such affection for his wicked younger brother, but now Steve could understand it.
What he couldn’t understand was why that patient, steadfast affection had suddenly run out.
“Right in here,” he said, pulling his mind away from those thoughts as he opened the door to the guest room. “It’s not much,” he added, thinking of Thor’s descriptions of Asgard and all its luxuries, “but it’s yours until we can find something better. You can rest as long as you want and I promise, no one will bother you.”
Loki paused in the doorway, staring at the small room. Steve fought the urge to fidget. It really wasn’t much-double bed with a quilt his grandmother had made by hand, a simple dresser, bedside tables with mismatched lamps, and old-fashioned lace curtains framing the window-the room hadn’t seen many guests, and certainly wasn’t fit for a god. “I’m sorry it’s not better,” he said uncomfortably when Loki still just stood there, staring.
That broke the god out of his immobility. He glanced back at Steve with such raw emotion in his eyes, it was hard for the Captain to hold his gaze. “It is a lovely room, and it is far more than I deserve from you, Capt-Steve,” he corrected himself, speaking softly, his tone almost totally emotionless in contrast with the wellspring of feeling in his eyes.
Steve felt the heat in his cheeks that meant he was probably blushing again. “It’s just a room,” he muttered, looking away in embarrassment.
A gentle touch on his elbow, fleeting and gone. “It is much more than that,” Loki said, still in that strange tone. “Thank you.” And he entered the room and closed the door gently behind him, leaving Steve confused and alone in the hall.
Instead of returning to the living room, Steve went down the hall to his little office. Tony Stark had taken it upon himself to teach the Captain some of the technology he’d missed out on during his long sleep, and now he fired up the computer and logged onto the internet. Loki’s children, he typed into Google, and settled down to read.
It wasn’t long before the roar of a motorcycle alerted Steve to Clint’s return. He wasn’t sorry to turn off the computer. Everything he’d read had confirmed what Loki had said-all of his children had suffered horribly at the hands of the Æsir. No wonder he feared what would happen if Odin discovered this child was on the way! Steve remembered the terrible grief and rage in those green eyes as he’d told them what had happened to his children and his gut clenched.
The motorcycle screamed to a halt in Steve’s driveway and the roaring engine cut out. A minute later, the archer slammed through the front door as if it had done him personal wrong. “Those goat-fucking assholes,” he snarled, throwing his helmet down with such force that it bounced off the hardwood floor and skidded down the hall. “Those goddamn miserable pricks!”
“Hey, hey, keep it down!” Steve waved his hands desperately. “Loki’s resting, you’ll wake him up!”
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