I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but it is in progress.
"So how's this party going down this time? Am I gonna be the one putting forth the most effort here again, 'cause I know you love big Poppa, but-" Tony boasted, removing his shirt to reveal the electric blue energy driving his heart before being interrupted by Steve, who was moisturizing his hands with the lotion he brought over for their weekly assemblies.
"I will bend you like I bent your suit if you don't stop gloating," Steve smirked, that glint in his eyes reflecting from the exciting fire dancing in the fireplace.
"I definitely don't want another arrow in my ass, so please leave them in your quiver, Clint," Tony added, doing a few precautionary arm and leg stretches, as to not pull a muscle for the training they were all about to endure.
"My friends, let us not argue over last time's affairs. Let's embrace each other-" The crack of a tender whip lashed at the rear of the mighty Norse God from the slender and mischievous brother of his.
"There will be no "embracing" one another, brother. Not while I'm in charge." Tony chuckled smugly and approached Loki, playing with his chest hair and eying Loki's scarf that wrapped his neck.
"Were you going to incorporate your whip into our love-play tonight?" Loki smirked, averting his eyes to dart them to Thor, then back to Tony.
"Actually, this device is for a special moment." Thor could feel the hunger beginning to rumble in his stomach at the sound of his brother's implication. A loud rumble suddenly sounded from outside as well.
"Sounds like it's about to start pouring," Steve noted nonchalantly, slipping his mask over his head.
"Semen," Tony muttered quickly. Clint stifled a snort while removing his bottoms and boots.
"Brother, if you favor command this turn, why are you the one most dressed?" Loki could hear the desperation in his voice. He knew Thor's words really translated to "remove your clothing instantly," and being the one with the silver tongue replied with, "Patience is something you've never had much of... but on this night, you will fall to your knees and beg to be ravished- touched, licked- and-"
"Okay seriously, if we don't put on some music or something, we're never gonna get down to business and continue back and forth with these monologues and the bantering," Clint sighed, throwing his hands at his side. "Tony, music? Please?" Tony snorted and waddled his fingers over a seemingly virtual phone to play something classical with violins to accompany the fire and scotch.
"Speaking of bantering, where's Banner?" Steve asked. "I was hoping he'd decided to give this another shot."
"Yeah, I think he decided to duck out with the whole..." Tony proceeded to flex his arms, growl, and scream in imitation of Bruce upon becoming the "green rage-monster." Clint couldn't stifle his laugh but decided to pour a drink for himself from Tony's bar.
"Anybody else want a drink?"
"Yes, I'll take one sweetie," Tony smiled imperfectly, to sweeten his intentional sour tone.
"Hey, I thought I was the only one you called sweetie?" Steve asked sheepishly, moving towards Tony from behind.
"I call lots of people sweetie, sweetie." Clint handed Tony his drink with a wink, and Tony emitted a purr like a kitten.
"Well I know where your sweet spot is," Steve grinned, watching Tony casually sip his drink.
"Everyone knows that." Thor and Loki's gazes on each other had not faltered, but surely magnified. Loki loved seeing Thor's emotions progress from stage to stage. He could read him so well, and it gave him great satisfaction to see his brother so starved, and for him. Thor was growing more impatient by the millisecond and no longer could stand to refrain from acting on his impulses, which were to grab Loki by the hair, shove him up against a wall, and take what he needed from him, but Loki had other plans.
"ENOUGH of this talk," boomed Thor, lunging towards his brother.
"Ah ah ah," Loki teased, cracking the whip at Thor's fingertips. "Defiance of my wishes will ensue a great deal of pain and humiliation."