Author's note: Another sequel so soon you say? Well I just couldn't stay away haha.

Unlike the others this is not written in first POV because of where I am taking this (okay so it's like this for now. There's no way to tell if I might ever change it in the future lol.), but it is still in the same universe as the other two stories I wrote for this pairing (If You Only Asked; Endlessly).

Bah, anyway, happy reading and tell me what you think as I go along please and thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers.

Thor is standing, eyes bright with happiness as snow flutters to the ground around his figure.

"This is much more pleasant than Jotunheim." Thor thrusts his hand out and lets a snowflake land in his palm, but it quickly melts. "Less hardy though."

Steve smiles and laughs. "You skin is too warm. Here." He turns his palm up toward the sky and catches one in his hand. He holds it out to Thor. "They are beautiful."

Thor grabs Steve's wrist bringing it closer to his face to inspect the caught item and Steve cannot help it as his pulse picks up. Just a simple touch, no matter the time they had been together, and his body responds with excitement.

The snowflake in his hand melts. "They are lovely," Thor says and brings Steve in for a kiss. When Thor lets him go and walks off into the deserted park, Steve smirks and creeps around the opposite direction Thor had taken. Jogging quietly he perches behind a bush and waits for Thor to approach.

Once within range, he launches himself at the God. Thor grunts as Steve slams into him, but merely staggers back a few paces before righting himself and looking at Steve eyebrows raised. "What was that might I ask?"

Steve's face heats. "I was trying to tackle you into the snow for fun, but you're too sturdy."

Thor looks to the snow drift behind him. Winter had come a bit early this year and left a bit over a foot of snow that had collected into large piles from the biting wind that swept through the landscape. Glancing back at Steve, Thor lets himself fall back into the snow behind him. Thor gazes upward, eyes playful. "Is this what you wanted?"

Steve beams at him before falling over Thor, knees braced on either side of his hips, hands on his chest. "Yes."

As they lay kissing in the snow, snow coming down around them, Steve is happy to just enjoy the closeness the two share. The kisses are slow, close mouthed, affection pouring through every caress and slide as their lips meet.

Sliding a hand up the broad chest, Steve brings a hand to the side of Thor's neck and the body below him shudders.

"You are freezing." Thor claps the wrist of the hand at his neck bringing it forward before sliding to hold Steve's hand. He kisses each knuckle making him shiver. "We must bring you back."

"No. I am perfectly happy right here." Steve burrows his face into the side of Thor's neck. Despite the heat below him and the monstrous jacket Thor insisted he wear, Steve is chilled. Everything about the cold disagrees with him.

"No you are not." Thor pauses. "And I am wet." Steve leans up then and stares into Thor's eyes. "I am warm, remember?"

Steve's eyes widen as he hops up and pulls Thor to his feet. Turning him around, Steve frowns as he gazes at Thor's backside. Thor is drenched, purple sweater (it is all anyone could get him to wear) and blue wash jeans darkened from the wet.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Steve admonishes him.

"We were enjoying ourselves."

"You'll get sick." Steve intertwines their fingers and pulls Thor along toward the tower.

"I will not, but I worry for you. You are too chilled."

"We'll be home soon enough," Steve says simply as they exit the park. The streets are deserted, the storm having put all activity on hold.

Thor presses a kiss to Steve's temple.

Home Steve's mind sighs softly. That term is fast becoming all the more fitting.

When they arrive back at the tower and enter Thor's floor the rest of the team is perched on the couch watching a movie. As they others take in Thor's appearance, Tony and Bruce spring into action.

"Are you trying to kill him, Steve?" Tony touches the brittle fabric on Thor's back; the wetness had frozen as they had walked home. "Thor, go change out of those clothes."

Thor rolls his eyes, but obliges Tony as Steve strips off his winter jacket and throws it onto a chair.

A blanket slams into the side of Steve's head. "Why the hell did you go out in that?" Natasha, kneeling on the cushions, forearms on the back of the couch, is smirking at him.

"Thor wanted to see." Steve wraps the blanket around himself as Bruce nudges him around the couch to sit. As if by magic, a steaming mug appears in front of his face and he accepts it gratefully.

"Hot chocolate," Clint says with a roll of his shoulders and Steve chuckles into his cup. Clint likes to believe he does not care, has not been sucked in like the others, but Steve knows, with little gestures such as these, that it is apparent he is fond of him; fond of the whole team really.

Thor pads back into the room and another blanket arcs over the space into Thor's hands. "Wrap up big guy," Tony orders.

Thor grunts. "You have no need to be concerned. I will not—" Thor falls silent. Steve snorts knowing the looks he must he receiving and apparently has acquiesced too as he sets himself on the couch pressed to his side with his own cup of hot chocolate in hand.

Swaddled in blankets and sipping quietly from their mugs, the team looks on, smug, as Steve and Thor acclimate themselves back to room temperature.

When their cups are drained and the two place the empties into Bruce's waiting hands, Tony laughs. "See? Now was that so hard?"

Later, when Tony has finally badgered Thor enough that he stalks off to a hot shower, Steve bites his lip then addresses the room.

"Everything has been cleared with Director Fury." Steve recognizes the amusement on everyone's face from his barely restrained excitement.

"Calm down Cap. We haven't secured anything yet." Natasha rolls a piece hair behind thumb and forefinger before looking up at Steve. "You're firmly settled with plan B if plan A falls through aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just need to know you'll distract Thor for me when we all go Tony." Steve's hands are clasped between his knees, leaning toward Tony.

"Simmer down," Tony says as he holds his hands up. "But yes, I told you I would. I have a fun day planned for him." Tony's smile is all teeth and shark-like quality.

Steve frowns. "Tony—" He warns.

"Give me some credit. I know the man's taken. You just focus on bringing him the best birthday this side of Midgard."

"I can't believe we're doing this."

Steve shakes his head and leans back on the couch.

We're going to Asgard.