Not a Perfect Soldier [Closed]
It was weird to think that Loki was his soulmate. He was still trying to get use to it, but oddly enough it was working. He couldn't really explain why or how. But it was. It had been a couple of months now since they had found each other. The pair had agreed on living together to help make things easier for the two of them. Steve had to admit, he was enjoying having somebody to live with, somebody to talk to. Plus movie nights were always his favorite. Complete with cuddles and extra candy. If Steve was going to be completely honest, things could have never been better.
Unfortunately, that would mean that Steve's life was nearly perfect. Asgard forbid that would actually happen. If it wasn't something, it was something else. Steve was noticing that something was happening to him. He was changing. At first he thought he was just having an off day here and there, but it was starting to happen more frequently. He had already noticed that he was an inch shorter than what he was last month. That wasn't possible. It couldn't be. Steve refused to accept the fact that the serum could be running out. That it wasn't indeed permanent.
He shrugged those thoughts out of his head as he unlocked the door to his and Loki's flat. He placed the bag on the floor, and headed toward the kitchen. "Loki?" he called out, wondering if the God was home or if he was out doing whatever.
Steve pulled one of the vitamin waters out of the fridge and took a drink of it. He leaned up against the counter as he let the thoughts creep back into his mind. He wondered if Loki had noticed anything, and he wondered how long this was going to last. The thought of the serum fading scared him to death. How could he be Captain America if he five foot something and only weighed 90 pounds. There was nothing good about that Steve, and it scared him to think that Loki might have to see him like that.