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"He's doing this just to mess with your head." He thought as he couldn't form the words out of his quivering mouth.
The biting cold caressed his entire body, numbing everything. The only bit of warm left was steadily beating in his chest, but it wasn't enough. The room looked normal, no speck of ice touched the barren surfaces of the walls and floors, but Steve felt like there should be.
His body quaked as it tried vainly to warm his body. It didn't help that he was strung up by his wrists, helplessly standing in the middle of what felt like sharp Arctic wind blowing throughout the room. His fingers had already been through the pins and needles sensation a few hours ago and simply felt nothing now. The numbing slowly creeping down his arms. He huffed out as he tried to move them again, and noted the puff of white mist floating upwards towards the ceiling.
It was so unbearably cold. The type of cold that put him to sleep for so long. The type of cold that woke him up at ungodly hours panting and whipping cold sweet from his face. The type of cold that threatened to take everything from him. It was a cold that frightened him and he couldn't stand it. But he wasn't going to give into it. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
His knees wanted to buckle, to fold onto themselves and try to create some kind of warmth just by contact. The idea of giving in sounded better and better with each passing minute. But he stiffened straight as he heard a sound. A shuffle of clothing that didn't come from him.
He looked up and saw green eyes stare back at him with mirth.
"Hello Captain. My, you're shaking like a leaf. Would you care for a coat?" Loki didn't chuckle, but then again he didn't need to.
Steve managed to bare his teeth and emit a pathetic growl. His lips cracked and bleed as they stretched, the cold causing them to chap severely. Loki smirked before placing a pale hand on the blonde's forehead.
Something sharp and painfully numb went through Steve's body. It felt like every fiber of his being was burning, sheering his flesh, but none of it was on fire, just more biting cold. He shuddered uncontrollably, his eyes pressed shut tightly as his jaw clenched. It was so damn cold, he could barely take it.
Loki did chuckle this time; his hand gliding threw Steve's hair as he withered in the stinging, cold pain. When long figures reached the back, the god clenched them tightly and hauled the blond towards him. He whispered impossibly cold breaths against Steve's head.
"Do you submit to me yet, Captain? Are you going to do as I say?"
Steve tried to yank himself away but was unsuccessful; instead he managed to face the side of the trickster's head. His entire being shook to its very core. "G-go to h-ell!" He stuttered out of his frozen lips.
Loki looked to him, an expression of questioning amusement on his face, as if to ask him if he really meant to say that. His bemused grin quickly turned menacing. Steve stared at the god's lips as they slowly tinted a shade bluer, as though they were freshly pulled from icy waters and were about to gasp a breath of much needed air.
He leaned into the Captain's face, pressing their lips together. The god forced Steve's lips open and plunged his tongue inside to slick against the other. Steve stiffened. The trickster's tongue was the coldest thing he had ever felt. It was as if Loki was merely passing on the unbearable burn from his mouth to Steve's. He didn't have the energy to fight as he felt everything left that was once warm taken from him. He could only coke out a single sob at the cruelty.
As Loki pulled away, a smear of Steve's blood across his smirking mouth, he patted and rubbed the back of Steve's golden hair. The Captain was so cold, felt so frozen, that he no longer spent the energy to shake. The chains holding his arms up in the air were suddenly gone and he collapsed onto his senseless knees. Each shaky breath came out colder then the last, and he felt as though he had plummeted through the ice into the cold depths of a frozen lake.
Loki knelt in front of the soldier, still rubbing circles at the back of his head. He tilted his head and smiled calmly, but it lacked any true warmth and care in it.
"But my darling Steven… Correct me if I'm wrong, but… are we not already there?"