The Absent Prayer (Comics Canon: The Past)

[he_that_stands_it_now]

It's been a bad day.

Honestly, it's been a bad week.

Between the mess on the beach the other day and the hulking monstrosity of Nazi engineering making it's way towards him with massive flailing flaming limbs, Bucky Barnes has started to wonder if his bad temper, his foul mouth, and his flippant treatment of authority hasn't gone all the way up the line to the Big Guy Himself and gotten him attention he really didn't want.

Nonetheless, if He got him into this mess than maybe He can get him out, so he spends a couple of precious seconds in between when he lands and when he jumps again to get off a silent prayer.

Dear Whoever Is Listening, I promise I'll never talk at the movies again if you just get my backside out of the frying pan here!

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[godofbadideas]

"A man that cannot be broken is all kinds of interesting," Loki said.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"Don't get the kinda curious that involves experimenting," he said warily. It's hollow, though. For some reason, he doesn't think Loki would do that. He feels... oddly valued.

[godofbadideas]

"I wouldn't," Loki said. Paused. "Well, okay, I would. But not with you."

His. His his his.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

He gave the god a crooked smirk.

"Careful, Milkshake. I'm starting to feel special."

[godofbadideas]

"You are," Loki said, smirking right back.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"So of course you wanted a piece of this," he said with a chuckle. "My life makes sense now."

[godofbadideas]

"In what universe does the madness of your life make sense?" Loki teased.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"Apparently, this one. The one where I belong to a god whose purview is fire and all night diners and being as much of a jackass as possible to people for kicks. That one."

[godofbadideas]

"Chaos, don't forget chaos." Loki grinned at him, and gave into the mounting urge to flop over and use his follower as a pillow. "Mischief, magic, agriculture, a number of sex acts, invention..."

[he_that_stands_it_now]

Shit.

He's not sure if he thought that because Loki was flopped on him or because--

"Which sex acts?"

[godofbadideas]

"Mostly the sort that mortals judge deviant," he replied, grinning wider, teeth showing.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"God, you're an asshole."

Which, of course, is why he leans down and kisses him. And he's like if it was sweet and reverent, but it's a hell of a lot closer to hot and a little rough and it might involve some biting.

[godofbadideas]

Loki just kept on grinning into that kiss, bit back, and made an approving little sound. Biting is definitely on the list.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

The metal hand reaches down and yanks him up, because if they're gonna do this, they're gonna do it properly and the way it was then was a shit angle.

[godofbadideas]

Loki laughed softly, and moved so that he was sitting in Bucky's lap, and kissed him again, with teeth.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"Fuck" and he isn't sure what language he said it in, or even if that's exactly what he said, but it got the point across. Because his hand is in the god's hair, his other hand has his fingers wrapping around the god's waist, and there is no way in hell he's doing this religious thing right, but he doesn't care.

[godofbadideas]

If he was doing the religious thing wrong, Loki would tell him. As far as he's concerned, this is just fine. Sex is power, especially for a god like him, and he made another low, approving sound into his devotee's mouth, got his hands under his devotee's shirt, cool fingers on his hot, human skin.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

He pulls back just long enough to ask an important question

"Where's the bedroom?"

Before he's going for Loki's mouth again.

[godofbadideas]

"End of the hall," he says, before letting Bucky back in, tongue slipping out to taste.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

Bucky tastes a little like blood, metallic, with a singe of heat and a bit of warmth. One hand is firm and quick and seeking; the other is hard and cold and purposeful. The metal hand is the one that lifts Loki up as he stands, while the other holds him to Bucky, against him, unwilling to let him go.

It'd be a wonder how well he multitasks to get down the hall while still having his run of his god's mouth, except that he's the best goddamn assassin in the world and it's a fucking hallway. The bedroom door opens easily enough to a measured kick.

Then there's a bed and both hands are now free to join forces to divest them both of clothing.

[godofbadideas]

Loki is heavy - really heavy, maybe three or four times as heavy as he looks - and he had been briefly, distantly worried that Bucky wouldn't be able to manage lifting him properly. He's glad to see that worry is baseless.

And there are four hands working together to get rid of clothes, and armour, and other annoying things between bare-skinned touch.

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"So, Milkshake... is this me being especially devout, or am I edgin' over into the funny kind of blasphemy?" he asks in between things.

[godofbadideas]

"This is you being especially devout," Loki says. "Others may disagree, but they can go fuck themselves, since they're clearly not going to find anyone else to do it for them."

[he_that_stands_it_now]

"Anything I should know that's different with a god?"

His grin is wickedness and heat and the edge of a blade and firelight is reflected in his eyes. It's there, right there, that perhaps Loki can see what was burned out of him, the singular word to describe the piece that is now missing.

Fear. Every ounce of fear is gone.

[godofbadideas]

Oh yes. Yes, he can see that, and it is beautiful. It sends a surge of heat and want through him, for his devotee.

"I can take a lot more than a mortal; you need hold nothing back."