I have a terrible, awful feeling that if I read the iconic work of Schooling Steve with my newfound Rogers thirst, that I’ll find it unbearably erotic!! (and hilarious and brilliant, which it is and always was)
In the words of Loki, “Shall we test that theory??”
Do you mean such gems as....
He could feel the breaths in his chest tightening at the same rate as his balls beneath the loose shorts
Steve couldn’t so much as look at the smug rascal during his 7am briefing without his rogue pecker pitching to life beneath his unmentionables.
Heavens to Betsy, it was hot behind this plant.
🤣🤣🤣If you do - just please forgive my shocking grammar and sentence structure, it's been a journey, and that was one of the first things I wrote so...yeah. I love you 🤣
Lesson Five: Schooling Steve [Avenger!Loki x Fem. Reader / Virgin!Steve] 18+
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Summary: Fresh of the back of a revelation, Loki and Satchel! Steve both confront some hard truths. (w/c 4.3k - a proper send off)
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Smut references. M/M smut references. Sexual Tension. References to infidelity. Language.
A/N: Well, here we are. Part 5. The final instalment of this particular arc. Please god I hope I do it justice.
Loki’s footsteps thundered down the corridor of the compound, his jaw set in furious purpose as worried passers-by moved out the path of his long strides.
He approached the doors of the communal kitchens, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and pushing the cotton roughly up his thick forearms. He meant business. That devious scoundrel Rogers would rue the day.
His wide palms met the doors with a loud thwack, pushing them inward so they slammed back against the wall, announcing his arrival. There he was.
Rogers looked up with eyes wide in alarm, a spoon halfway to his mouth from his afternoon bowl of creamed wheat.
“L-Laufeyson?” he quivered, the sight of the god visibly heaving with anger making Steve’s stomach flip.
“Rogers.” Loki said quietly through gritted teeth. He stalked across the floor towards the breakfast bar where the captain was frozen. The creamed wheat on Steve’s spoon dripped to his chino-clad thighs unnoticed as his fingers shook. He watched as the god whose cock he’d been gripping not three hours ago crossed the room and leant forward against the counter, looming over him.
“What’s this I hear about a ‘USO Showgirl’ in 1943?” Loki hissed, his eyes narrowing with malicious intent.
Steve swallowed. It had only been a matter of time.
The god saw recognition flare in the soldier’s eyes, his fury re-ignited as he realised he had indeed been taken for a fool. He began to circle around the counter where Steve sat, his body tense. Fists clenched.
“W-wait, Laufeyson it’s not what you-”
Loki’s palm swept across the vest stretched tight on Steve’s chest and pushed him backwards; pinning him fluidly to the refrigerator a few feet away. His forearm pressed tightly across the captain’s neck as he spluttered pleadingly, his strength forgotten under the gaze of his teacher burning silently with incandescent rage. The creamed wheat blob slid off the crotch of Rogers chinos, meeting the floor with a soft splat.
Steve’s hands clawed at Loki’s shirt, his attempts at words jumbled as he sought relief from this unfortunate turn of events. Several of the god’s buttons popped under the desperate pawing; springing to the floor. Loki raised his eyebrows as both he and Rogers followed the descent of the buttons to the linoleum below, bouncing several times before rolling to a stop.
“First you lie to me” Loki hissed, “and then...you desecrate my prized garment with your insufferable, unrelenting gracelessness?” He released Rogers with a final squeeze of his fist before taking a step back, folding his arms. The captain took several heavy breaths, his hands on his knees before reaching down to pick the bronze buttons from the floor and raising them upward.
“Can I explain now?” he panted, as Loki’s mouth twitched in wordless animosity.
The god swiped the buttons from Steve’s outstretched palm, letting out a long sigh as he flexed his fingers. Seidr instantly manoeuvred the bronze fastenings back to their rightful places and drew together the edges of his shirt as he straightened; his composure regained.
“That won’t be necessary, Rogers. It’s quite clear.” he said haughtily, his quiet tone vibrating the air as he folded down the cuffs from his elbows pointedly. “You are not a virgin, therefore have no sound basis for your inexcusable ignorance these past weeks. You engaged my help under false pretences. Had you been honest with me…”
“Now wait just a minute, Laufeyson!” Steve said, rising quickly to his feet as a group of chattering women obliviously entered the kitchen. He wasn’t going to pansy down and take the blame for this, no sirree.
“False pretences?” he hissed under his breath, “How dare you question my sincerity when you...you...I asked for your help with one thing. Just one. You’re the gosh darned rapscallion who dragged me down this path of debauchery and...shenanigans. You know, I bet you sent those dreams- that’s the kinda crikey-dickens that’s right up your alley-”
He paced back and forth beside the refrigerator as he said his piece, running his hand through his floppy blonde hair. The smile on Loki’s lips broke free from its constraints as he watched the flustered captain’s face grow pinker by the second.
“Shenanigans? Norns Rogers, you’ll inflame the ladies with that kind of language so early in the day.” Loki murmured thoughtfully, running his eyes over Steve as he tried to read him. Something wasn’t right in this scene, and it wasn't just the suspicious substance smeared across Rogers crotch. That sight unfortunately, was most familiar.
Rogers released heavy breaths, steadying himself against the fridge with his forearm; back turned to Loki. The god stepped towards him, running his hand firmly between the captain’s shoulder-blades and over the nape of his neck, squeezing gently. “So, tell me about her…” Loki murmured, his eyes glinting with amusement as he waited. When Banner had casually mentioned the doxie in ‘43 to him not fifteen minutes prior, Loki had been incensed. But now, things seemed clearer than ever. And his instincts had been right, as usual.
“I don’t need to tell you anything. You already know, you tricksy devil and I’ll be gosh-darned if I’m going to say it.” he muttered, leaning forward to wipe his glistening brow with the back of his hand.
“Come now, Rogers. I thought we were past this” the dark-haired tease said loudly, “You seemed comfortable enough with me this morning.”
Steve turned. His gaze searched the area before pulling Loki by the shirt around the side of the fridge away from prying eyes; making sure to avoid his buttons. It was his turn to shove Loki against the flat surface, the god willingly relenting to Roger’s show of strength; however misguided it may be.
“She was a doll. A heckin’ doll, Laufeyson. Legs all the way up to Canada. We got hot n’ heavy in her dressing room and when she was down to her under-things, crawlin’ all over me I took one look at her and” he sighed, “I blew my pants.”
Loki nodded solemnly, swallowing the awkward laughter building in his throat at the sincerity of Rogers humorously predictable confession. “I see. And the rest of them think-”
Steve nodded regretfully, his cheeks flushing deeper as shame crept into his eyes.
“I came out the room and Bucky was just standing there and I just...well gee, he was so excited. I didn’t want to disappoint him so…” Steve shrugged, looking to the floor.
Loki let out a sigh, straightening the neckline of Rogers vest with his long fingers. “The dreams.”
Steve’s eyes fluttered upwards, his stomach churning with alarm. Dreams? Why was Loki talking about dreams?
“You mentioned that I had…‘sent you dreams’? I can assure you that I have not.” he sneered, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, feeling the heat of Steve’s skin against his lips. “Far too time consuming, and I have better things to do. No offence.” He withdrew, watching the colour in Cap’s cheeks spread down his neck.
“They uh...it’s nothing, I just had some weird dreams about you that’s all.” he muttered, avoiding Loki’s gaze.
Loki cleared his throat, stepping forward towards Rogers close enough that he could smell the scent of his shampoo from the top of his lowered head. “Sexual dreams, Rogers?”
Rogers nodded.
“I see.” he said thoughtfully, his lips pursed in a smirk as he relished this unexpected twist in his superiority over the sanctified captain. Something told Loki that he shouldn’t, but it was too good an opportunity to pass up. A little revenge for this morning’s taunt in the pool when the blonde had mockingly wrapped his hand around his desperate cock.
“Were they filthy, Rogers?” his low voice dripped with eroticism, “did you do your country proud between my thighs?”
Steve shuddered beneath him, looking to the floor. He could smell Loki’s cologne mixed with remnants of chlorine clinging to his skin, his hair. The waft of it made his eyes screw shut. He tried frantically not to think of the god naked but for those blasted tight swim-shorts as his fingers wound around that legendary member beneath the water. The one that penetrated him every night of the gosh-darned week in his visceral dreams.
“I have to go, Laufeyson.” he said abruptly. He pushed the god’s shoulder and made his way towards the exit, grabbing a newspaper from an empty table as he passed.
“Was it something I said?” Loki called goadingly after him, as Steve raised a middle finger in response, the other hand clutching the paper tight to his crotch.
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‘Of course he’s having sex dreams about you...he’s obsessed with you. Why do you think I’m trying to help you get him laid?”
Loki’s brow furrowed. The hilarious tale of his altercation with Rogers in the kitchens was not having the effect he had anticipated. Y/N sat on the opposite side of the sofa, her features twisted in a disbelieving grimace as she watched him process the information. “You really didn’t know?”
He ran his hands through his curls, his gaze searching the floor before turning to Y/N, “But...Rogers likes women” he said, the confusion in his voice palpable in the space between them.
“Yes he does, but right now...he seems to like you more’” she replied sweetly. A little too sweetly. As though he were an ignorant child.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Loki huffed, slouching back on the sofa with a sulk permeating his features as Y/N finally let the laughter that had been rising inside her loose in the air.
“I don’t think it’s that funny actually...” Loki spat, before covering his face with his hands. “Norns, he’s seen me naked and everything.”
“I didn’t think I needed to tell you Lokes, he can’t be within two yards of you without his clipboard attached to his hip. Have you not noticed?”
Loki shrugged, trying to think back on their lessons from the past several weeks as pieces began to slot together that he had disregarded as mere typical Rogers oafishness.
“I mean, it started getting really bad after that day you had your little chat in the office by the gym. God, you really must have done a number on him.” She laughed, pausing to reach out and touch his knee, “you really didn’t know? Even when he was jacking off while eye-fucking you in the sauna? Was that not a clue?”
Loki shrugged again, as Y/N descended into another fit of giggles. “I didn’t tell you because it was so obvious…I mean he came in his pants after you literally touched him at the hotel.” she managed between broken breaths, “It seems even a god can be as dense as the rest of us sometimes.”
He rolled his eyes. If what Y/N said was true, it would explain a lot. Rogers overreaction to his oral lessons on seduction, his quivering lip when Loki got close to drive a point home, that infernal shade of pink which seemed to permanently feature on his boyish skin these days.
“My cock.” Loki stated suddenly with alarm, as Y/N composed herself. “In the pool this morning, he grabbed my cock. I thought it was rather too forwardly devious a jibe for Rogers at the time, what with him technically having control of the fate of our sex-life and all but..I thought maybe I was rubbing off on him.”
“He what? That cheeky little virgin shit.” Y/N exclaimed, her eyes wide as she jumped off the sofa. “He’s rubbing off on something alright. No. This has to end. I don’t care what needs to be done, hire him an escort or buy him a fucking satchel or whatever– just get this over with.” she leaned down to him, eyes level with his frowning face. “Do you understand?”
“I already hired six...and it’s not an actual satchel, apparently...” Loki grumbled quietly, as Y/N disappeared into the bedroom. As much as it pained him to admit it, she was right. This absolute farce needed to end. And it would end tonight.
He had always found that teasing the student led to better results, but in this case it had seemed to have had the opposite effect. And now he knew why. And it wasn’t because he was losing his touch. If anything, his mastery of seduction had become too powerful. The thought made his mind soar with possibilities as he leant back against the cushions deep in thought, feeling his cock twitch beneath his suit trousers.
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Loki raised his fist to the door and knocked softly three times, returning his hand quickly to meet the other behind his back. It was late. Y/N was sleeping, and it was time for him to put this foolishness with Rogers to bed.
He was wearing the suit of midnight blue. The deepest navy which wrapped elegantly around his long limbs, the hues of his skin radiating like moonlight beside it. The same suit which he had worn the night at the hotel. He wondered if Rogers would notice.
Steve’s face appeared at the crack, eyes blurry with sleep. Of course Rogers went to bed at a reasonable hour. One cannot fight for truth, honour and patriotism without a full night’s rest, Loki observed.
“Laufeyson what are you doing here-” he postured groggily, squinting towards the bright light of the hallway.
“May I come in?” Loki murmured, ignoring the question. He waited until Rogers turned and disappeared into the gloom, leaving the god to enter and close the door quietly behind him.
“If you’ve come to whack my corns about not correcting Bucky about my situation sooner, don’t.” Steve mumbled, splashing his face with water in the kitchen sink, “I’ve been whacking myself about it all day.”
Loki strode over to him, gripping a crescent around Rogers bicep and turning him roughly; splatters of water droplets landing on the god’s face as Steve’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Enough talking, Rogers.” he growled, “It’s time.”
He swiftly pressed Steve against the counter, their hips flush together as Loki’s hands gripped the edges of the sink tightly; trapping him.
“T-time for what?” the captain stuttered, his eyes frantically searching the god’s as his suddenly alert mind raced to catch up with reality. Was he dreaming? Was this a trick? Revenge for his dishonesty? Jollyknockers, this was a strange day.
“Why, for your final lesson. For you to finally achieve your deepest desire, Rogers.” Loki murmured coyly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leant forward to whisper in Steve’s ear, his hot breath making the blonde shiver with need. “Me.”
Steve gulped, squeezing his eyes shut. This was another dream, it had to be. Loki’s honeyed tones tinged with the vinegar of superiority dripped in his ear as he hovered by his cheek. Steve could feel the dark-haired tease’s skin ghosting against the day’s stubble forming on his jaw, his cologne wafting through his nostrils and filling his head with such thoughts.
“Laufeyson I-” he started, as the god pulled away and wordlessly walked to the bedroom; shrugging off his navy suit jacket and throwing it haphazardly across the sofa as he went.
Steve looked down, watching his cock harden at an alarming rate below his linen pyjamas. The matching loose buttoned top suddenly felt very tight. Was it hot in here? His breaths became quicker as he turned and began splashing water frantically against his burning cheeks, willing himself to wake.
“Rogers.” Loki’s voice called firmly, a note of impatience edging through the solitary word.
“Coming!” Steve called back hoarsely, grimacing at the sound of his needy voice.
“Not too early, I hope.” the voice replied, the seductive goad making Rogers knees wobble beneath him. He would just need to go with it. If it was a dream, it would be like all the others. Earth-shattering and satisfaction guaranteed. And if not…
He crept gingerly towards the low light from the bedroom, peering around the corner and immediately retreating a step; his eyes squeezing shut as his heart pounded. Loki was naked. On his bed.
This was no dream, he realised with alarm. In his dreams, his master always instructed Steve to remove his trousers with his teeth. And Steve always obeyed. Even more alarmingly, he realised that pre-cum was seeping through his linen pyjama bottoms. Heck in a handbasket, he thought to himself. Pull yourself together soldier.
With a deep breath, he stepped into the doorway. He could feel the god’s eyes burning up his body like machine-gun fire, the sharp movements of his wandering stare taking in every inch of him. Every straining inch.
He was sitting on the edge of his mattress, facing the doorway brazenly. His thighs were spread wide, thick forearms resting on top as those devastating dark curls fell around his broad, bare shoulders. Loki’s angular jaw was set in a formidable display of lust as the bed-side lamp glowed dimly, illuminating his cheekbones in the gloom. Steve gripped the door-frame abruptly.
“Can you just...not look at me for a second, Laufeyson” he stuttered, averting his gaze.
Silently, Loki turned his face away from the buckling puddle of a man in front of him. If this was going to work, he needed to be careful. He sensed the bed sag with the weight of the muscular blonde, perched on the adjacent side.
“May I make a suggestion, Rogers?” he purred seductively, keeping his eyes firmly on the wall.
Rogers nodded.
“I’m going to assume you nodded, Rogers. In which case, take off those ridiculous pyjamas and lie back on the bed.”
Loki heard a shuffle to the side as the captain did as he was told, the awkward squeak of the mattress making the god roll his eyes as he waited for silence to fall once more.
“May I?” he murmured, reaching a blind hand to the side to touch Rogers naked thigh. Steve moaned loudly, a primal throaty expulsion of desire. Loki flinched, his eyes flickering to the thick manhood to his side; mercifully unspent.
In a flash, the god turned and straddled the captain; his thighs tight to the soldier’s hips. The blonde looked up at him with wide eyes brimming with fearful excitement. “W-what about Y/N?” he whispered, clearly cursing his disintegrating moral fibre which clung valiantly on in the haze.
“She knows, Rogers” Loki growled, “she has...acknowledged that the greater good requires her sacrifice.”
“S-sacrifice?” Steve spluttered, his hips thrusting upwards, sliding his desperate cock into Loki’s waiting hand.
“Yes, Rogers.” the god whispered, “Tonight I am yours and yours alone...Captain.”
Steve felt his breathe catch in his throat like the beginning of a sneeze, his misgivings forgotten as Loki’s soft lips pressed down to his.
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“Are you going to tell me where you disappeared to last night?
Y/N didn’t look up from the toast she was buttering as Loki slid an arm around her waist from behind, the communal kitchen bustling with activity at the start of a new day at the compound.
“I went for a walk, darling.” he replied confidently, flinching as she turned with the butter laden knife pointed in his direction.
“A walk?” she repeated suspiciously, searching his eyes for the lie she knew was hiding beneath his pretty words “...at midnight?”
“I need to talk to you about something actually, darling I”
“Good Morning, Avengers! How y’all doin today?”
At that moment, a beaming Rogers strutted through the doors of the kitchen. He tipped a salute to those he passed, his hips jiggling as he made finger-guns to a bamboozled Clint Barton, impatiently waiting for his coffee. He paused, guns frozen in mid-air as he saw Loki standing nearby; eyeing him with sudden wariness etched across his brow.
“What’s gotten into Rogers?” Clint muttered grumpily to Y/N from across the counter as he turned back to the misbehaving machine.
“I have absolutely no idea, but it seems to agree with-” she stopped, the knife in her hand paused in it’s spread across the toast as her gaze raised slowly to meet Loki’s.
“Oh my god…” she whispered, her forehead wrinkling in despair as Loki looked around frantically, pressing a finger to his lips. He grabbed the plate and ushered her to a table, seating her quickly as she began hyperventilating. He waved the toast in front of her, pressing it into her hand making butter smoosh over her fingertips as she began to cry. Loki rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thinner than the sweatpants Cap was wearing.
“Y/N stop this, do you really think I would break your trust that way? Forfeit your love to fornicate with that insufferable fool?” he hissed, watching as Rogers continued his jubilant tour of the kitchen, laughing raucously at one of Tony’s bad jokes. Norns, what had he done.
“Do you know, I think I liked him better before…” Loki mumbled, as Y/N took staggered breaths, composing herself.
“Last night I needed solitude to...form a duplicate.” he grimaced, watching as the features on his love’s face softened slightly. “If my duplicate speaks, I need to speak. It would have been...strange to do that in your presence.” he said, his eyes falling to the toast crumpled on the table. “He didn’t speak much, though.” he added lightly, before realising the implication.
“So your duplicate had sex with him?” Y/N said thoughtfully, incredulity lacing her voice. “I can’t...how does that work? Did you cheat on me?”
Loki saw her eyes well up again. He leaned forward and caught her soft lips in a tender kiss, cupping the back of her head. “No, darling. One of my duplicates died a horrid death on Svartalfheim; and yet I am here before you. They are not me. They are illusions programmed by my powers.” He looked deep into her eyes, willing her to understand.
“So, if they’re not real...then did Steve lose his virginity?”
“He seems to think so. So isn’t that what counts?” Loki looked towards Steve, perched on the counter with his legs spread wide, flexing his bicep theatrically for one of the giggling group of Shield analysts to squeeze.
“I suppose he both does, and does not maintain his virginity” Loki pondered, “A fitting state for an individual like himself would you not say, my love? Schrodinger’s Virgin, if you will.” he smirked, before continuing. "But either way, it means that I am once again free to release the full might of my lustful energy on you, darling. And isn't that what truly counts?"
Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning on the table towards Loki with suspicion in her eyes. “So... he thinks you cheated on me? That’s pretty brutal. Very ‘unrighteous’ of him. Super off-brand.” she muttered, her eyes falling on Steve who was now doing press ups on the floor with one of the analysts on his back.
“Don’t be ridiculous, darling.” Loki scoffed animatedly, “he thinks he had your blessing. So play along, won’t you?”
The god’s smile faded as he watched Y/N’s eyes narrow, her mouth twitching as words formed he knew he did not want to hear.
“Look, my love – you said to do whatever it takes to make this end” he said, enunciating every syllable to buy himself time from her building retort, “and...I did. What’s more, it seems to be working. Look, he hasn’t had an erection in a whole ten minutes and there are women everywhere. And myself, of course.” Loki winked.
"I guess you're right", Y/N murmured, feeling Loki's fingers trailing their way up her thigh as her lips flickered with a smile. She had found these past weeks almost as hard as he had, her need for him growing like pressurised steam. How he longed for her. He intended to take her in every way imaginable, until his name was the only word she could remember. As soon as possible.
A brief cough from above broke the moment as Steve announced himself, a pink hue ghosting his cheeks as he looked down at the couple gazing at each other intensely.
“A word, Laufeyson?” he said quietly, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. Loki raised his eyebrows, not daring to look at the face of his love across the table as he quickly rose and followed Steve through the doors of the kitchen and around the corner.
Rogers waited for him to catch up before taking a look over his shoulder; swinging open the door of a utilities cupboard and quickly thrusting a startled Loki inside.
“Rogers what the-” he spluttered, falling against a stack of mops, a bucket clattering from a shelf to the floor beside him, narrowly missing his head.
Steve grimaced at the noise, checking either side of the hallway before closing the door. Braced against the tenuous pile of unsteady poles, Loki’s stare narrowed towards the insufferable blonde; would the annoyances never cease with this ridiculous man?
“Rogers!” Loki hissed, “What is the meaning of this? This is entirely unnecessary.”
Rogers’ hand pulled at the back of his neck as he considered his words. Looking around, he immediately regretted his choice of location as the enclosed space grew smaller with every passing second.
“I uh, just wanted to see you…” he said hoarsely, before clearing his throat, “I just wanted to say that last night was…” his tentative gaze travelled up to meet Loki’s disbelieving stare, his eyes wide as he awaited the full explanation for this undignified scene.
“Look Rogers, if you’re worried I’m going to tell anyone about our little tryst then fear not. Nothing could be further from my mind” he said absent-mindedly as he brushed dust from the arms his black sweater.
Rogers was silent.
Loki looked at him questioningly, noting the strange heaviness of the air as the captain’s lips twitched with words unsaid.
“Look, as far as I’m concerned our lessons are at an end. You have learned all you can from me it seems” Loki winked, “consider yourself schooled in the art of seduction, Rogers. Congratulations.”
He paused, waiting for something, anything, from the man in front of him to break this unnecessarily dramatic debrief.
“Well if that’s all…” Loki trailed off, the tone of his voice laden heavily with intent. They were done here. He straightened, pulling the hem of his sweater down and fixing his tousled hair with a flick of his head, walking a few short steps to where Steve remained motionless in front of the narrow door.
Loki stopped in front of him, their broad chests grazing as he leant forwards and grasped the door-handle behind the captain. He could hear the man’s heart pounding, the artery beneath his ear flickering visibly against the skin. Loki turned his head slightly, noticing the hitch in Steve’s chest as his breath rolled across that delicate soldier's skin, caressing his ear.
“It’s our little secret, Rogers. Do you understand?”
Rogers nodded.
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A/N: I know, I know. But I couldn't make it too much of a finality [insert come on what did you expect gif]
The door is open for future Satchel! shenanigans for myself or anyone that fancies a go.
Do you have any theories? Any questions? Any burning feelings? Any gifs? Let's chat :P
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I know you said that there may be cameos of Satchel Steve, so sorry if I sound stupid asking this..but-
Is there going to be another part, maybe the final or the epilogue, of this story? I want more and I'm suffering for my dreams to come true but at the same time I don't want to pressure you ':)
Also, I loved. It.
It was really amazing and I was always attracted to the pair Steve & Loki somehow
Really good work 🙌🏼❤
Hey Anon!
You don't sound stupid at all, I'm delighted you were so invested and I really appreciate it, but also a bit sad I didn't give you the ending you craved.
I'm gonna get a bit navel-gazing writer here so...apologies.
I think you're talking about Loki & Steve getting together and having a proper non-ambiguous sexual encounter? Potentially with real feels involved?
So for context, the Schooling Steve series was meant to be a one shot challenge to myself to write something that was basically totally character and dialogue based.
I knew I wanted a virginal Steve and my typical verbose, sassy avenger loki and wanted to see how ridiculously tense I could make it without actually being sexual between them. And I hoped it would be funny, too.
Something about the ingrained mischievous nature of Loki being unable to resist teasing Steve as he reacted to him (or, his 'teachings' as Loki thought) just kind of grew into this will they/won't they sexual tension.
I don't enjoy straight up 'cheating' storylines, so having Y/N complicit in the ridiculousness was fun. Readers can look into the whole duplicate scenario how they wish, that's open to interpretation 😅
A lot of of Steve and Loki's interactions are seen from Steve's horny POV, so as readers we're skewed. He moves from his initial attentions on Y/N to jointly thinking of Y/N and Loki...then briefly the brunette, and then pretty much full Loki. We're never quite sure exactly what Steve wants. Because he doesn't either.
With Loki's POV, he's almost always internally criticising Steve or enjoying his 'light' sexual torment under the guise of help. Turning Steve on without quite acknowledging its him doing it, rather than the images he's putting in his head.
To me the whole saga is a bit of an escapade in farce and ridiculousness and no ones feelings are really hurt. Basically I couldn't see how Steve and real Loki (a non ambiguous ending) could fit that while keeping true to his feelings for the reader (which is how it was set up before I knew it would be more than one part 😁)
Edit:I totally misread this whole ask I think so here is my second response....ive had a very busy day 😂😂😂
There may be an epilogue, perhaps. If I think of one 😂
There may also be drabbles of stupid stuff that happened in between the 'official 5'parts. Who knows....with Satchel the possibilities are endless.
