Bucky barnes

He’d had a client stay a little too late- antivax parents were going to be the end of him really- and he was going to have to meet Stephen over at Loki’s place.  He sent him a quick text to let him know he was on the way over, and then sent a similar text to Loki.  He really didn’t know the protocol for a night like this, and felt just a little awkward when he showed up at Loki’s door, waving to a leaving Peter Quill before knocking on the door.  "Hey,“ he said with a smile when Loki opened the door.  "Am I too early?  I didn’t bring anything either, I’m starting to feel like a bad guest.”

Fashionably late by virtue of having to rely on a cab, Stephen was knocking on Loki’s door fewer than ten minutes after Bruce, grinning and raising the promised bottle of scotch as a sort of greeting when Loki answered. “Evening, mister mayor. I’m here to spike root beer floats and lose money.”

As unused to this sort of situation as the other two were, Stephen still carried himself with his typical air of ease as he slipped out of his coat and found a spot to hang it. His smile became easier still as he stepped over towards Bruce, a hand settling on his shoulder for a warm squeeze and brief swipe of his thumb. “Hey.” There was a measure of affection in that one word that was unavoidable, even as Stephen was well enough aware of their surroundings as to avoid making Loki feel like any kind of third wheel. “Ready to kick our asses at cards?”

Loki was glad to see Bruce. He pet his friend on the back. "No, you are here at the right moment. I honestly thougth you wouldn't show up." He laughed. 'When a young man like you could be out having fun at some rave." He really did try to imagine Bruce at a rave. "I am glad you didn't bring anything. We have a lot. Come in I can get you a virgin any drink."

He got inside before turning around to catch the door for Strange. "Evening. Oh right, come lose all your money to me.. or probably bruce." He shut the door and locked it. He turned around to go turn on the alarm. If Amora came home, she would know how to get in. If Thor came over. (unlikely) He would just shout. He watched them together. They were sweet. Loki had yet to really see two men together like this, he didn't mean to stare. "Come on in." He said feeling his phone ring in his pocket, he lead his guest to the living room. The phone call was one of the women he liked to keep company. He sent a message to her. "Busy." Was his message to her. He really needed to figure that lifestyle out. He was too busy and too much in the public eye to be doing such things anymore, He wanted to try to be a good person, like strange and Banner. "Come on then. I got pizza. Help yourself while I turn on some music?"

It was what made her a little hesitant about Loki, because there were some ways about him that were just…too nice.  But the more time she spent with him, the more Hope was starting to believe that was just a thin veneer on who he really was.  Someone darker.  Someone that was playing a part and playing it well.  She was sure of it when he grabbed her just in front of her door, her keys faltering in the lock when he pulled her back against him.  

Loki got tired of playing perfect and sweet all the time. He did it well in public. He tried to play the part of perfect white mayor. Sometimes he believed it himself. A version of himself that could work. A version that would make him not feel alive, but he would be good and that's all people wanted. Someone good to believe in. A hero. He knew she was after him and wanted to take him fully. He appericate the steps he didn't have to take to get to this point. It was pretty plain what they both wanted.

"I don’t need help, I just need to forget about it,” Thor said under his breath and then ran his fingers through his messy hair.  "It’s not real.  It’s just a bunch of fucked up…visions or something.  Maybe we’re just schizo or something.“  He huffed and shook his head.  "It’s my room, man, where the hell do you think I’m going to go?  I’m here.  I’m not good at…you know, being comforting and shit, but I’m here.”

Loki could hear the hurt in Thor's voice. He reached his hand out to try and comfort him the best he knew how. He didn't want him to suffer. He didn't mean to come here and stir trouble, he just wasn't sure where to go or what to do. He knew he probably should have just stayed home and let himself go nuts alone. He could see how stressed thor was with the whole thing. "I .. alright Thor. I am here for you. I suppose you are right. I am in your room." He wanted to get up, but he was certain how.

He decided that they had fallen asleep together before. In hotel rooms or moving. He was just glad no one else laid here now. He also didn't want to think about the last time Thor washed his sheets. It was probably when Loki washed his sheets two months ago. He would do it again before he left "It's fine. you imagine we could just.. watch a movie then?"

He could remember years and years of them sitting around, talking about these dreams they had, trying to recreate this world in their dreams out in the backyard, being Gods of some other universe with magic powers. Just silly kid stuff.  But when he got older and the dreams got darker and realer…Thor didn’t want to talk about it or think about it.  

“If you’re insane then so am I, Loki, you know that,” Thor said, his voice stiff, and soft, but he was sure Loki could hear him.  "I still get them too.  They aren’t…they’re meaner then when we were kids.“  He swallowed hard and looked down at his hands, one clenching the game controller so hard that he could hear the plastic buckle, just a little bit.  "It’s not real.  It can’t be real, its…we’re both a little fucked up.  Maybe we should get some fucking meds for it.  God knows drinking and smoking weed only helps so much.”

Loki felt tears in his eyes when Thor spoke. He couldn't even concentrate on anything else, but Thor's speech. He did miss some parts of their childhood. When they would pretend. They bonded that way. Thor and him side by side forever. WEll, that was until Thor figured out how his cock worked for fun.

then Loki was second to hormones and growing up. He knew what thor was talking about. "Mine are darker too. "I can call Dr. Banner in the morning. Will you please stay the night?" He begged. He needed Thor and wanted him to be here for him. "Let me help you, we .. we can help each other?"

She tapped her anxious fingers on his thigh, and also on her own knee, watching the current red light with a kind of angry determination until it turned green.  Thankfully the ride to the apartment building was still short, and soon Hope was sliding out of the passenger seat and fishing out her keys.  "Right this way,” she said with a low, lascivious lilt to her voice.  She winked and took his hand, leading the way to her apartment.

Loki looked over at her and smiled. He was trying to keep himself from losing it. "I am honor to be considered." She was a surprise. She seem to have a way with words. She made him feel wanted and special. He knew she could be lying about being one of the only men she had visit. He didn't really care at this moment, not when he hand was on his thigh like it was.

They both watched the stop light with anti caption. He could see the apartment from the damn red light. He got out and locked the doors. He walked with her to her front door. It was so peaceful. Her apartment building was nice.