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What in the world was Loki doing to his foot?
Steve could hardly comprehend it. Then again he could hardly focus on anything other then the wet slick of the trickster's tongue on his toes. He could tell he was blushing. Christ, even his ears and neck felt red hot!
And all of this wasn't really Steve's fault to begin with. After a battle and debriefing, the blonde was absolutely exhausted. Loki, who suddenly decided to be a good boyfriend, asked if Steve would like a foot message to ease some of the tension away. Steve was a bit hesitant at first, but he finally gave in, thinking that there was no harm in it.
Boy was he wrong.
When Loki began trailing kisses up and down the arch, Steve went blank. Literally, he just sorta blacked out. He wasn't moving and he was just staring at the god because he just didn't know how to handle this.
"I think you broke him." Clint seemed to materialize from behind the coach. He waved his hand in front of the Captain's face.
"I'll be the judge of that." Tony also appeared randomly and poked Steve's head with a fork, a curious look on his face. "Yep, he's broke…" The brunette concluded.
Loki looked at the two, stopping his kisses. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"We just wanted to see if you really had a silver tongue." Clint answered. Both the men had wicked smirks on their faces.
"Yeah, I bet Merida here 20 bucks that you didn't, so come on; let's see that magic tongue of yours." Tony explained. Loki simply glared at them and picked up a vase from the coffee table and hurled it at the intruders.
Tony and Clint laughed and giggled as they raced out of the room, narrowly missing the vase as it crashed into the wall.
"And Stay Out!" The god hollered. Steve continued not to move, still trying to reboot his brain.