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The Winter Soldier	By : Ash_Gray_Kitsune Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers movie, universe, or characters, and make no money from them. I do own Fitz, the bat.

Chapter List
- 1-Arctic
- 2-Nova Scotia
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Title: The Winter Soldier
Author: Ash Gray Kitsune
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers. I simply lust after Loki's costume.
Pairings: Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers, Fitz the Bat.
Warnings: Graphic depictions of Loki's torture and starvation at the hands of the Asgardians, Logan's mouth, Remi's mouth, some animal death (NOT because of cruelty), Tony's inability to keep his kinks to himself. And likely horse jokes at Loki's expense.
Author's Notes: I'm writing this for, and because of, coldxasxice on tumblr, who plays Loki to my Steve, starsstripesandgarters. Now, the warnings are there for a reason; there was a lot of shit done to Loki when he was first captured, and no little of it at the hands of the father he'd known all his long life. So, lots of anguish, anger, and hatred spewing between these parties, and it's up to Steve to tell everyone to shut up and sit down.
Summary: Lost, but not forgotten, Loki is discovered and spirited away by one Captain Rogers, and in spite of the initial lack of trust, discovers that not all are the same...caliber as his brother and adoptive father.

The Winter Soldier

The whirr of the engines somewhere behind him had sent Loki into a tumbling run towards a hidden shelter, built of ice and snow, no matter that he was so numb that running was merely a euphemism for limping, and the sprawl in which he landed on the ice was entirely calculated...in some distant world. For the time being, he was far too busy trying to hide himself away without being noticed, and definitely without further freezing. His body might have been from Jotunheim, but his true form was sealed away still, and even had he the strength, he could not unseal it. And without the protection of a Frost Giant's hide...he shivered furiously, tucking himself against the ice that arched over him.
A few dozen yards away, something landed; it sounded like a Quinjet, and his blood ran a little bit colder. No doubt Thor had returned to the Tower in which the Avengers called home, and told his newest brethren of Loki's punishment and humiliation...boasting all the while, most likely. Probably telling them that Loki had fought back, had challenged him. How could he have, when he'd spent months in starvation, subjected to the cruelty of Odin's guards? He'd been so weary when Thor had drawn him out of the cell that he'd done little more than greet him with a sigh...when the first fist had landed. He'd tried to guard himself, tried to run away, but he was gradually herded to the center of the room, eyes blackened, body covered in roseate bruises that would have broken a mortal's bones.
Then, had come the sliver of Odin-blessed steel, threaded with golden wire...he choked back another sob, shaking as the pain threatened to overwhelm him once more, one thin hand covering the ruins of his lips as emerald eyes closed, tears spilling over. But he must have made some sound, because footsteps scratched against the ice, firm over the eerie howl of the wind. There was a measured tread to those feet, and he sought to beat back both depression and pain to identify it. It wasn't bragging and quick, like Stark, nor was it humble and meek, like Dr. Banner. It held none of the aura he associated with Thor, and was too loud for any of the three agents, silent as they were. No...this was a man he'd faced in Germany, a year ago, a man of honor and dignity, and fierce, quiet courage that spoke volumes.
The soldier. The sleeper. The captain.
"Loki?" His eyes snapped open and Loki pressed himself deeper into the ice, fear making his actions instinctive. His hand still covered his mouth, but did nothing to deter the sight of Captain America, his cowl thrown back to reveal a still-boyish face, blond-brown hair slicked back by wind and snow. His blue eyes, so like the sky of Midgard, were concerned and angry, though the mage sensed that the anger was directed elsewhere..."Thank god. Let's get you out of here." The captain murmured, extending a hand to help his former enemy up. Loki stared at it, then him, then back at it for the longest time, still terrified. But there were no others around him; battered though he might be, his senses were still painfully aware of their surroundings, and there wasn't another living being larger than a fox out here.
And Rogers hadn't retracted his hand, nor his offer, standing there in the icy wind while Loki let the cracked cogs in his brain turn. He showed little discomfort; not surprising, given the serum that made him into the super soldier...but there was a sadness in the set of his eyes, in the thin line of his lips. A grief that Loki didn't understand, but was somehow the cause of. And that plainly puzzled him. For several minutes, he contemplated allowing the Captain to carry him away, weariness and the numbing cold slowly tearing down the fear, and yes, anger that he should be found so weak before this man. He didn't want to give in...but the first kindness he'd been shown in years made up his mind for him.
At last, though, he drew his hand away from his lips, and placed it in the captain's, ignoring how the man's eyes widened, then narrowed at the sight before him. He ducked his head, and slowly, agonizingly stood, telling himself that the arms that slipped around him were just there to make the captain feel better. He wasn't leaning into the warmth, wasn't clinging to the hand that simply held him up, rather than pulling away in disgust. He had to wait while the jet's back gate was lowered, but Rogers helped him inside with the least amount of discomfort, not quite carrying him...just as Loki felt his vision begin to fade, and he sagged against the captain. Rogers strapped him into the co-pilot's seat and settled a pair of headphones over his ears, tucking a thick blanket around his shoulders.
"Hey..." Taking up his own headgear, the captain smiled, just a little, when his voice startled Loki out of his faint. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have startled you. You'll be hearing a few voices over the radio; it's just an old friend of mine who owes me a favor. No Avengers, no Asgardians, no SHIELD agents." Green eyes stared at him, perplexed, as Loki tried to speak, wincing.
"Why? 'M not good...'m bad..." "....You've been punished enough." His words were soft, and the sadness in his eyes seemed to fill the cockpit as he slowly took off, following the winds back around towards the south. "I agree, what you've done is wrong. But...you deserved better. You aren't a bad man, Loki...just a lost one. And once Thor's nose is reset, he'll probably try to find me to settle the score." Loki stared at him, shocked, and Steve outright grinned at him. "Yes, I broke his nose."
" 'Ou 're braver 'an I."
"No, just angrier. He didn't brag, but...he could have refused. He SHOULD have refused."
"And you're gonna be pissed for a while." Loki jerked again, this time at the growling voice sounding in the headphones and Steve chuckled softly.
"Too true, Jim. How's it looking on your end?"
"Quiet. Haven't heard anything from SHIELD, Xavier, or Stark, nor has the punk heard anything via the grapevine. It's looking like so far that SHIELD's accepting Asgardian justice and ignoring the fact that your passenger even still exists. I'll keep a finger on the web, though, and let you know what's up. Oh, and Loki?" This time, the mage didn't jump, but his eyes narrowed just a little as he fumbled with the mic.
" 'Es?"
"Most of the mutants are on your side." He looked...thunderstruck, and Wolverine took that silence as assent, turning his attention back to Steve. "I have a medic standing by here to look him over before we transfer planes. Rogue's got the cabin ready and warm when we get there. Logan, over and out."
"Thanks, Jim. I'll see you at 22:00 hrs." From there, only faint static could be heard, and Loki turned his eyes back to Rogers, looking more than a little lost. Steve gave him a slight grin. "We're gonna pull a fast one over Fury, and hide you away until you're healed and strong again. Wolverine's an old army buddy of mine, and over the last few years, he's helped me out quite a bit for helping him get his memories back. He was the one who went to the Professor and asked him to help mask your presence, when I called him. There's a dummy-Loki being planted as we speak, a projection that will be held indefinitely to keep SHIELD at bay. As for the rest...we'll worry about it when we come to it. For now, you've got allies who know just what you've gone through."
Loki watched him for a long moment, and for the first time in years, bowed his head, eyes closing tiredly.
"...thank 'ou..." He whispered, all the exhaustion finally catching up with him. He sank into a dreamless slumber, the memory of sky blue eyes lighting the moon-dark night.
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"....He's in bad shape, Steve."
"I know. I'm counting on his strength to hold out long enough to get us to the cabin." Logan huffed out a sigh and nodded, tucking another blanket over the unconcious man before them. If Cap felt that the mage would make it, then he'd believe him...it was just hard to. Loki had slept from the last transmission on, not even waking when they touched down and the medic cleaned up his face and back. His lips were shredded almost to the gumline; a little more, and he'd have had to be a grinning mask all his long life. No stitches held them together; there was no room, for one, and Steve didn't want Loki to freak when he did wake up again. Probably better for everyone that they were bandaged.
As they waited for the plane to be brought out, Steve slipped his hand under the blankets to touch Loki's fingers, gauging his temperature. He'd been freezing cold when they'd left the tundra, and had barely warmed when they set down in the tiny coastal town. Thankfully, the townsfolk were used to operative planes, and barely batted an eyelash when the Quinjet had landed. In a short time, Logan had the jet sent off on auto-pilot and wiped clean, and was now taxi-ing to the runway, prepping for their flight to Nova Scotia's rugged mountains, where they'd settle for the next few months. At least, that was the plan...whether he could pull it off, though, was another thing.
Gambit, their resident cardsharp and bayou pilot, would have to land on the flat stretch of lake just below Logan's 'summer home', and take off the same way, and they'd have to be quick to avoid detection; Steve hoped that Loki would be up for the trek up the mountain. Either Logan or he could carry the emaciated mage, but they wanted him awake and alert, the better to stave off his disorientation. Thankfully, once they were there, they wouldn't have to worry about supplies or the like; Logan kept the place stocked for a two year spell, at all times...
"We're ready, Cap." Remy's soft Southern accent was a comforting counterpoint to the foreign voices around them, and Steve gave him a wan smile. "Is he..."
"He'll be alright. I'll get him loaded up." As the pilot slipped away, Steve laid a hand on Loki's forehead and leaned down, knowing that even if the mage was unconscious, he could probably hear everything. "Loki? I'm going to pick you up and load you on a small plane. I hope you wake up before we get to the place, so that you're not quite so disoriented, but I'll be with you the whole time." He said quietly, pitching his voice lower than usual so that no one else would overhear, and was rewarded with a slight creasing of Loki's forehead. "Alright. Here we go." He slipped his arms under Loki's body and was shocked; the mage was not a small man, and yet he barely weighed more than Natasha. His long, lanky form was hard to manage, at first, without banging him into surrounding plane parts, but he finally got Loki's head on his shoulder and arms around his neck.
It was little more than a minute before the mage was resting on another stretchers, and piling the blankets on him a little more, Steve pulled himself inside and shut the door, motioning to Remy to start the take-off as he buckled himself in, and put one arm over Loki's body, latching on to the other side of the stretcher. "Hold on..." He murmured under the whine of the engines, and felt a slender hand grasp his arm, doing just that.
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