thousandwords | Open Stripper!Loki post (human AU)

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Open Stripper!Loki post (human AU)

[The club is dark and the pulsing strobe lights are sure to overwhelm any who come in from the dark of the outside. There is a main stage where a lithe man twists and turns around a metallic pole, moving with the beat of the music. Surrounding the stage are patrons, some watching silently in rapt attention, other being more vocal in their appreciation of the dancer.

Should you approach the stage you will come up just as Loki sinks down to accept tips tucked into his strangely still-present thong.

Should you wait, Loki comes out into the club about 20 minutes after a platform takes him below the stage. He starts smoozing the crowd.

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"No, I really didn't have anywhere in mind," Steve shakes his head and glances across the street.

"The shop is fine. I don't know the area that well."

"Excellent. Follow me." Loki leads Steve across the street. The coffee shop is a a couple of blocks down.

"So what did you tell your teammates to get out of 'bonding time'?"

"Sure," he says with a smile and he follows Loki without hesitation. He doesn't rush the pace either. Steve really doesn't care how late he's up tonight.

"That it was late and I spent my required time 'bonding'," he scowls. "I think they were surprised I stayed as long as I did."

"So what do you do exaclty?" The club had been warned of a large party coming in that night, but nothing more than that. It wasn't suspicious or anything. They hadn't booked a private party so nothing more than a courtesy call was necessary.

"We're... part of a military special operations team," he tells him with a small frown. It's mostly true. He wouldn't know what else to call it from the outside.

"We handle things that require a little more force and specialization."

"Oh, sounds mysterious. I suppose you blow into town after some unexplained event, sweep some pretty thing off her feet and then leave once the problems all taken care of?"

Steve smiles slightly and shakes his head, "Some of that is accurate I suppose but I'm from here and I, well, don't sweep pretty women off their feet usually."

They are on a date, right?

Loki grins at the women part. While he might have been a little awkward in the club but out here his flirting is rather charming.

The coffee shop is a small, cozy place. The barista behind the counter waves to Loki, giving him a knowing look when she spots Steve.

"What would you like?" Loki asks Steve when they approach the counter. "It's on me."

He feels far more at home outside of the club and he's trying to relax. Steve doesn't want to focus on what the other man does for a living. He's a person outside of his profession.

"Black for me, please," he tells her. "And a danish."

Loki orders his own overly sweet drink that may or may not contain more sugar than caffeine, as well as a pastries. He pays for the drinks with cash and leads Steve over to a table in the corner.

"Thank you for coming with me tonight."

He grabs his stuff as they head for the corner and drops down into the seat across from Loki. Steve shrugs at the thank you and shakes his head, "Thanks for inviting me."

The soldier shifts, leaning forward in his seat against the table, "I was hoping you wouldn't think I was rude." Steve doesn't know how that works. Is it rude to refuse a lap dance from a stripper?

Loki shakes his head, smiling.

"It is perfectly reasonable. I was a little shocked as I have not been turned down in a very long time, but it was no blow to my ego." He takes a sip of his drink.

"I can see why you haven't," Steve admits quietly and there's a bit of color on his cheeks, far more obvious here than in the club itself. "I'm glad it didn't upset you."

"Why thank you." Loki gives him a coy smile over his mug "You are rather handsome yourself."

Steve smiles awkwardly and ducks his head, ugh why does he always get so flustered when someone compliments him? It's ridiculous. It's not like it's a rare occurrence either. It actually happens pretty regularly.

"Thanks, I'm glad you think so," he focuses on taking a bite of his danish. "So... what do you do when you're not working?"

His modesty is adorable, or at least Loki thinks so. Steve's blush makes Loki's stomach do a flip. Surely he can't be the first one to tell him that. Steve isn't just good looking, he's down right drop dead gorgeous, especially that smile with those eyes...

Steve's question brings Loki out of his...revelry.

"I write mostly; take a few classes at the community college. What about you? What do you do when you're not saving the world."

He just remembers being the skinny asthmatic kid everyone picked last in gym class and beat the crap out of because he had an opinion. He's not used to being this incredibly handsome person still. None of this is exactly something he wants to explain to a civilian stripper.

"I've been catching up on some TV shows recently," he muses, because that is definitely the best way to say it. Sometimes he just wants to be Steve and not Captain America. A perfect stranger is a great way to do it.

"And I was taking art classes before the... organization recruited me. So I've been getting some of the kinks out sketching."

"I imagine you don't have much time for recreation like television or art." Loki is only aware of the reappearance of Captain America in passing, but not enough to even remotely recognize that Steve was of a similar build and stature.

"If you ever need a model for practice, let me know. If you're staying in town that is." Maybe a subtle hint and a second date? Maybe just an offer? Loki's not sure himself.

"More than you'd think but not as much as I'd like sometimes," Steve smiles as he takes a drink. "You'd think the world could keep itself out of trouble every now and then to give us a break."

He isn't really complaining. This is what he'd signed up to do and now that he has the abilities, well, he's going to use them.

"Yeah, I have an apartment in Brooklyn," he laughs. "Part of it is set up as an art studio. I... wouldn't mind a model."

Especially not one that looks like Loki. He's not sure if he'd have the best concentration if the man takes his clothes off but he could model with them on too. "I could pay you for it actually. Or buy you dinner."

Less subtle.

"I make enough money at the club, but I wouldn't say no to dinner." This is going great by Loki's standards. Sure, not all the patrons of the club were sleazy, but he'd never seen someone like Steve come in.

That's because people like Steve only go to those kinds of clubs if they're pushed, pulled or dragged into them by 'well-meaning' friends or coworkers.

"Dinner then," Steve smiles in agreement. It's as good as a date though he doesn't quite say it out loud. "I should have some time soon, probably this week."

Provided no evil robots or aliens decide Earth needs to be theirs.

"My days are mostly free, so the schedule is up to you. I normally go to work around 9 in the evening."

Loki's phone goes off in his pocket. He grimaces as he reads the text message.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, but something has come up." Reaching into his bag he takes out a pen.

"Give me your arm," said as he takes Steve's arm to write his number on.

"Alright, sounds good," Steve agrees, already trying to decide how to rework his schedule to fit Loki in it and sooner rather than later. He's excited by the prospect of having a model to draw.

One eyebrow quirks as the man extends his hand for his arm and he lets him have, laughing slightly as he writes the number on it.

"No problem," he tells him. It's late for him anyway. "I hope everything sorts itself out. I'll give you a call to set something up."

"I look forward too it." With a wink Loki leaves the cafe, taking out his phone and hitting redial.

The other end picks up just as Loki rounds a corner into a dark alley.

"This had better be good, Doom."

Is Doom interupting the Prince's time pretending to be a painted whore?

"I am simply enjoying everything this realm has to offer." He glaces back in the direction of the cafe and smiles. "Now, have you found a way to return my magic to me or not?"

Steve smiled at the wink and finished his food, thoughtful about the meeting. He didn’t know where this was going to go but he thought it might be good to have some kind of life outside the team. The only problem with it was endangering whoever he was dating and the hang-ups that came with it. He never wanted anyone to get hurt because of him.

He slipped out of his seat and headed for the Tower. Steve didn’t wonder about what business had come up that drawn Loki away from him—why would he? He still managed to beat the rest of them back so he didn’t have to answer demands to know exactly where he was afterward.

As promised, he called Loki to set up a time for the man to model for him and a few days later met him at the apartment he turned into an art studio. He planned, eventually, to move out of the Tower and into the floor below it but it needed renovated and he was content with the second floor being a studio. He could sleep here if he wanted, the upstairs still had a bed and living area, but there was no reason to do that.

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