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"What are you-?"
Loki was pulled out of the hallway into a room, his room, startled as Barnes threw him onto the bed. Rogers closed and locked the door while Stark climbed on top of Loki. Barnes climbed up onto the bed and snuggled up to Loki's right while Rogers did the same to Loki's left.
Loki didn't mind the weight on top of him; quite used to Thor and his friends dog-piling on top of him during his days back in Asgard. "... Really? Is this gonna be a thing from now on? The three of you ambushing me and leaving me pinned down?" Loki protested, but didn't struggle. Not physically. He couldn't- he was feeling too damned weak that day; worthless and lonely. Not only being given a gentle touch, but being cuddled on top of that? Curse his moment of weakness, this was just what he needed.
"Point Break let us know that you had a tendency to resort to self-harming when left alone, and that he didn't know what it meant that you were always bloody in your room until his ex apparently explained what cutting is," Stark mumbled against Loki's chest, and the god went stiff. He knew that the heroes might find out eventually, he just didn't think they'd find out like this, or so soon.
"...I have been clean for 534 days. There's no need to be so worried. As long as nothing drastic happens, I'll be fine," Loki murmured, keeping his gaze soft and trained on the ceiling. If his arms were mobile, he might have played with Stark's hair in this position.
"And if something drastic happens?" Rogers countered, keeping his voice soft and gentle.
"... You can't stop me, you know. I'm a god, I can easily teleport myself out of this man sandwich you've put me in and into the bathroom," Loki murmured. It was without heat, though, no bite to it.
"Loki..." Barnes warned, his metal arm reaching up to turn Loki's head towards him. "That's not what we want. We want to avoid that. I'll break down that bathroom door if it means keeping you from hurting yourself. Just, come to us if things get difficult, okay? We'll always be here for you, no matter what. That, is a promise."
Loki's eyes could only find sincerity in Barnes' gaze, unable to come up with a response. It was always like this with them- one of the Avengers would be so nice, so genuinely sincere that Loki would know and wouldn't be able to doubt their honesty and he'd lose his silver tongue instantly. His cheeks were a rosy pink by then, melting under the care that the three of them were showing him.
Stark shifted himself on top of Loki, his hands coming on either side of Loki's face and cupping his cheeks. Loki was able to stare at those beautiful brown orbs for a few seconds before Stark's lips met his, in a dance so tender, so sweet and loving, that it led Loki's eyelids brimming with unshed tears. He closed them, the sting of holding back from weeping bittersweet combined with the gentle caresses Stark's hands were giving his countenance.
When their lips parted, another set of hands found purchase on Loki's face and Loki's lips were met with another set of lips. One arm now free, he lifted his hand up to cup Roger's cheek, caressing it just like Stark did with his.
And when Rogers parted with Loki, Barnes turned Loki's head all the way to the other side for his turn. Loki kept one hand on Steve while the other was on Barnes' cheek. While the other set of lips were chapped, Barnes' were soft, like Loki's, and just as pleasant to taste as the others were.
Just as he was given affection, he reciprocated the same affection back to all three of the males surrounding him. Every time one set of lips would separate from him, another pair of lips would find their way towards Loki's, until Loki was openly weeping and panting for breath.
When they had finally finished, the four of them just lay there together; heads snuggled against Loki's neck and chest. Loki had his hands on top of both of the supersoldiers' heads, absentmindedly playing with their hair. He kept silent until a question came to the forefront of his mind.
"What are we now?"
This caused the others to stir a little, until Stark spoke up. "Well, the three of us were kind of already a thing, but we had our eye on you ever since your brother brought you to the tower. You know, to protect you from New Asgard's barbaric ways against feminine men and all of Midgard's wrath."
"We were hoping you would join us, though. We equally love each other, and we'd equally love you too," Roger's added, playing with a lock of Loki's hair. Loki was allowing his hair to grow out now that he was in the hands of people who wouldn't harm him for it, finding the movement quite relaxing.
"It's entirely up to you, of course. You don't have to feel pressured to join, and you don't have to answer us right away. Take all the time you need to figure out what you want, okay?" Barnes had his hand on top of Loki's, caressing the bony, pale fingers that were marred with smaller scars. Of course, underneath the pyjama sleeves there were scars doubly grotesque that Loki felt too ashamed of showing anyone, however close he may be to them.
Still, if one thing was for certain, it was that the males around him were always too sincere for him to be able to doubt. He even allowed a small smile to slip onto his face as he spoke. "I would be honored to join this polyamorous relationship of yours."
That brought smiles on every single face around him, the three of them impossibly snuggling themselves even closer to Loki than before.
Several long moments passed as the three of them lay there in comfortable silence. Loki would have fallen asleep from how relaxed and calm he felt if it wasn't for the sudden jiggling of the doorknob.
"Ayy, sorry about this Lokes, just passing through," Rocket walked in after picking the lock, followed by Groot and Darcy. The three of them began rummaging around Loki's things, unaffected by his very presence right there on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Loki asked, not bothering to stop them as he was still being kept in place by the three men around and on him.
"Just finding all the possible weapons you might use to hurt yourself in order to make sure you can't use them," Darcy answered, opening a drawer and searching through it's contents.
"...You do realize that I conjure knives out of my seidr, right? Nothing you'll take away, I'd ever use. Besides, I have been clean for over a year now. You don't need to worry so much," Loki protested, closing his eyes once again.
"I am Groot," The little creature replied, with which Loki instantly opened his eyes with a fervent glare at him. "Absolutely not. My entire being is the embodiment of my seidr. You cannot, and will not, take that away from me. You'll have to pry the life out of my body before I'd ever let you do that."
"We won't, we wouldn't ever make you do that," Steve cut in, his voice softening Loki's glare. "I am Groot," Groot snickered, causing Loki to roll his eyes and Rocket to chuckle.
"In any case, Nebula and I will be here to make sure you can't do anything if your boyfriends are all out. Jane might also be here, so you two will have to deal with my girlfriend and I," Darcy commented.
"You mean you flustering Nebula about every three seconds?" Rocket retorted, causing Darcy to smirk. "She's cute when she's flustered. There's no way I would not tease her."
As Loki's friends bantered around him, Loki felt his eyelids growing heavy. Drooping with the need to sleep, he closed his hands around the others' hands until he was enveloped in the warmest dreams he had ever been able to slip into.