thor

Loki comes down from Asgard with a request from his and Thor's children: they want to come and visit their father. Naturally, Thor agrees. This is all well and good, except for the fact that Thor never mentioned having a wife and kids.

"That big enough for you?" is all Steve can say. It's thick around and red at the top, then white and blue. Bucky's eyes go to his, warm and teasing. "Think I can handle it." (Written for the this prompt: "Bucky drives Steve crazy with lust by eating phallic food in front of him.”)

Steve Rogers is struck by a persistent headache as the dawn rises over DC. So are—simultaneously—Natasha Romanov in the Muscovite night, James Barnes in the dull grey of a Berlin afternoon, Tony Stark stumbling out of his Afghan cave, Bruce Banner in the crushing heat of the Nevada desert, Clint Barton squinting up at the Vegas lights, Loki Laufeyson under the Scandinavian sun, and Prince T'Challa amidst the West African rainforest. Surely it’s nothing but an odd coincidence.