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Steve was developing Stockholm syndrome. He had to be.
There was just no absolute way he was falling for Loki. Loki, the psychotic god who used a spell and changed his body back to its pre-serum state. Loki, who played mind games with him, and practically brought him to a suicidal state. Loki, the god of lies and mischief that was the Avengers number one enemy for Christ's sake!
Loki, who held him while he suffered an asthma attack, who had stopped his mind games and bandaged his bleeding hand, who fussed over his bruises and cuts when he hurt himself trying to escape. The god, who at the moment, had his chest to Steve's back, lazily trailing his hands up his shirt and down his bare torso, and nuzzling his blonde hair.
He gasped and arched his back when a pale hand tailed below his waist line and Steve… Well he sort of blacked out for a few moments. When he came to, he was straddling the god and pinning him down with one small hand on his shoulder, while Steve's other hand gripped Loki's. The blonde was licking and sucking on a few of the god's fingers, while Loki himself stared at the small man with wide green eyes. All in all, Steve was impressed that he hadn't suffering another asthma attack during all this.
The blonde continued to lick the digits, making sure to get in between each one. He'd pull back slightly and gently nip at the tips before returning to suck on them. When Steve finally released the trickster's fingers, leaving a small string of saliva connecting the middle finger with his mouth, his face was flushed and he was panting slightly (and God, did Steve feel a little dirty about all this).
Pupils dilated and a shaky breath was drawn in before Loki sprung back into action. He flipped the Captain onto his back and brought upon a new slue of ministrations that left the blonde a flushed and wheezing mess.
Yep, it had to be Stockholm syndrome.