#glcwstick

               it had certainly come as a bit of a surprise with the turn that the night had took. it was a well known fact that steve was unable to get drunk. ( unless he had a lot of asgardian mead. then there was a chance for that. ) he had been fully aware of everything last night and in the morning now, there was only a bright smile and a look of absolute adoration as he gazed at loki. his wife, husband. whichever form loki too, it hardly mattered. steve loved both. he quirks an eyebrow at the statement.     “i’ve been with you and bucky --- oh.”     that was when it actually hit him. sure, steve wasn’t a virgin since he had slept with bucky and loki, but he hadn’t ever slept with a women.         “i have a feeling you’re not going to let me live that one down. but as for you taking y virginity, well --- i am an old fashioned man. and we’re married now.” 

Shelby: Obviously I am, but it's beside the point. If it's a duet I need another person.

Bucky’s hands slid past each other, travelling slowly against the small of Loki’s back as he fits his face in the space under his chin and towards the left. His lips lingered there, not quite touching skin before they touched down gently, thoughtfully. 

“As much as I might...” Agree. “-see what y’r saying. I don’t understand exactly where this conversation’s takin’ us.” He swallowed, convulsively. 

      “the hell are you talkin’ about, loki?? what choice are you giving me??”

         he stills at the hand more out of surprise than anything else. steve’s cheeks are tinged a light red out of embarrassment and slight annoyance. he pulls back, blue orbs flickering up to the asgardian. he isn’t quite sure what to say --- didn’t know what had come over him. “i think we both know i ain’t some delicate little flower,” he retorted, brooklyn accent coming out heavier as he speaks. steve pauses, debating inwardly. “---you’re not a bad person, ya’ know,” he finally decides on after a few seconds. “i ain’t forgetting ‘bout new york, but i remember what nat said to describe barton when he was under mind control. sounds pretty similar to what your eyes looked like, from what i remember.”