A/N-I'm basing this off of the last 30 minutes or so of the first Avengers movie. The original, fluff and smut free version is here story/11007351/FrostIron-Untitled . I'll be uploading 8 chapters in one night, then start writing more.

The battle was nearly won. The Tesseract had been activated, and the Chitauri army was spewing into Midgard from a portal in the sky. Erik, whom Loki had taken control of with his, what did the Avengers call it? Oh, that's right, the Glowstick of Destiny, was watching the Cube to make sure nobody got any ideas.

Now, where was that monstrosity that Stark called a tower? Ah, there it was. The "K" had fallen off of the "STARK", leaving "STAR". In Loki's opinion, it was an improvement.

He steered the Chitaurian craft to the terrace of the building, leaping onto the patio. With a click glance to his left, Loki saw Iron Man, coated in that foolishly tacky gold and red suit, landing a hundred feet away. The billionaire started walking inside, machinery taking off his suit as he went. Loki nodded his head slowly and folded his hands behind his back as he copied Starks movements.

Loki walked through the doorway and took a left to see Stark already making his way to the bar. What an egotistical moron, it was the middle of war and he still couldn't stop drinking.

"Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity," Loki said, walking towards Stark. "Actually," Stark said, leaning against the stone railing to the stairs, "I'm planning to threaten you." He resumed his journey to his bar.

"You should have left your armor on for that," Loki pointed out, holding his staff up. Stark agreed, saying, "I've seen a bit of mileage, and you've got the," He paused to pull out some alcohol, "'Glowstick of Destiny.'" Loki gazed down at the heart of his staff, watching the blue glow illuminate the metal around it. "Would you like a drink?" Stark asked.

Loki smirked, chuckling, "Stalling me won't change anything." To which Stark called out his mistake. "No no no, threatening. No drink, you sure? I'm having one." He poured some alcohol into a cup.

Loki turned away from the Avenger and looked out the window to the nearest tower. "The Chitauri are coming," He said faithfully, "Nothing will change that." Loki turned back away from the glass window, and started slowly walking towards Stark, "What have I to fear?"

"The Avengers," Stark said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his drink. Loki squinted his eyes and tilted his head to show false confusion. Stark shrugged, "That's what we call ourselves, it's sort of like a team. Earths Mightiest Heroes, kind of thing."

"Yes," Loki said, looking directly at Stark, "I've met them." To which the other smiled, "Yeah," he said breathlessly, "It takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that. But let's do a head count here." He paused, looking Loki over. "Your brother, the demigod. A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend." Loki started pacing back and forth, looking up every now and then, "A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins-And you!" Stark pointed at Loki, "Little fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them."

"That was the plan," Loki whispered loud enough for the other to hear and faced him. "Not a great plan," Stark commented, "When they come, and they will, they'll come for you." Now Stark had started walking up to Loki with his drink in his hand. "I have an army," Loki argued, to which Stark simply answered, "We have a Hulk."

"Oh, I thought the beast had wondered off!" Loki commented. "You're missing the point!" Stark said quickly, "There is no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you, because if we can't protect the Earth then we sure damn will avenge it." Stark took a sip of his drink, and Loki slowly stalked forwards, gazing at the others chest.

"How will your friends have time for me," Loki said, his eyes moving up to Starks, "When they're so busy fighting you?" His staff started calibrating, and he raised it up to touch Starks chest. But instead of gaining control to the others mind, it made a tapping noise at what had to be metal. Loki looked down at the tip of his stick, lowering it. Then he tried again, with the same outcome.

"This usually works."

"Well, performance issues not uncommon. One out of five- "

Loki reached out to Starks neck, grabbing hold of it and throwing him to the floor. The billionaire cowered, "Jarvis, turnout..." He mumbled as he pushed himself off of the floor. Loki grabbed his neck and held him up, strangling him.

"You all fall before me!" Loki said under his breath. "Boy!" Stark said for no apparent reason. Loki lifted Stark up and threw him out of the window, glad to be rid of that moron. Not long after, he whipped around to see a red and gold case flying out of the wall and after Stark.

Loki, confused, turned around to look down at Stark falling, to be greeted by Tony Stark, in his Iron Man armor, on the balcony. Of course, his face plate was off so that Loki could see him clearly.

"And, there's one other person you pissed off!" Stark said, "His name is Phil." Loki raised his stick to attack Stark, but Iron Man walked up to him and forcefully lowered the staff against Loki's will. He then unexpectedly lied his smooth lips on Loki's.

On instinct Loki tried to shove him away, but not before returning the kiss. Hell, why did Tony kiss him? And why did Loki kiss him back? He couldn't believe himself for letting his heart get the better of him.

Stark backed away quickly, and Loki, on the ground, tried his best to look offended. "Just know, if you do that again, I will kill you," Loki threatened. Tony held his hands up in a play surrender, walking away. "Sorry not sorry! You're a good kisser!" Stark shouted over his shoulder, then put on his mask and jumped off of the building.