A/N: I saw Iron Man 3 and just had to write something with this topic. So eh yeah.
Warnings: If you didn't watch that awesome movie yet, there may be some spoilers. Also, it contains slight non/con and and angsty!bottom!Tony. Be warned! I am uncertain if I should write a sequel to this, dunno yet. Tell me what you think =)

It's been like this for the last few months after the invasion of New York. Aliens slaughtering children, people screaming, running for their lives. Collapsing buildings, bloodcurdling noises and blood everywhere. And the missile. The bomb that should end it all. Him flying through the portal, ready to sacrifice himself and the moment he blacked out, the explosion, the last thing he saw.

He started up from his sleep, drenched in sweat, panting as if he would suffocate. Trembling, he looked up, seeing the Mark 42 standing right next to the bed, ready to attack whatever startled the man. A quick wave with his hand was enough to dismantle the mechanic suit, leaving it shattered on the floor.

Tony sighed and shot a glance over his shoulder. The space next to him was empty. Again. Pepper had obviously given up on sleeping in the same bed as him. He laughed bitterly. Who could even blame her for it. If someone wakes you with screams and attacks you in his dreams, well, there's only so much you can take. It even went so far that the Mark 42 tried to attack her when she wanted to wake him from the nightmares. No, she wasn't to blame.

Ever since the Chitauri invasion he was dreaming of it. The event which made him even more of a hero was haunting him in his dreams, won't let him sleep more than two hours a night. Giving him panic attacks when someone just spoke of it. It was tearing him apart from the inside. And since months now he wasn't sleeping through anymore, spending every night in his workshop, working on everything to keep his mind from thinking, remembering. It often ended with him passing out on his bench.

Tony sat up on the bed and looked at the alarm clock. Three am in the morning. He sighed and ran both hands over his face. A small chuckled left him. At least today he had managed to at least sleep three hours, but at this rate he wouldn't be able to go on like this any longer. It was already draining on his sanity, making him frantic and panicky and the longer the insomnia lasted, the worse got his condition. Tony heaved a sigh and slumped down on the bed, covering his eyes with his hand, not moving for another five minute. He couldn't go on like this. It was too much, even for him. Those pictures were in his mind's eye. Every hour, on every day.

Tony dragged himself down the stairs into the living room and he closed his eyes in despair. The couch on which Pepper used to sleep these last couple of weeks was empty, untouched. She wasn't there. A piece of paper was laying on the coffee table. Tony took it and sank down on the couch when he read the letter. Pepper wouldn't come back for the time being. Staying with a friend, until he would sort things out.

Tony crumbled up the paper and threw it to the ground. A bitter laugh escaped him. Why did he always break everything he touched. He couldn't dare to lose Pepper, the only person he had left. Tony lay his head back and just sat in the darkness for a while, before the AI's voice piped up from the speakers.

"Should I light the room up, Sir?"

Tony faked a smile.

"No. It fits the sentiment."

It was quite again. Silence that was not comfortable at all. Tony sighed again and buried his face in his hands. Maybe Rhodey was right the day when he flipped in that bar. Panic attack. Post-traumatic stress disorder he had called it. But even if he was right, the realization didn't help at all. He wasn't going to commit himself to an institution. He snorted at his thoughts and got up, stalking away in the direction of his workshop. He typed in the code for the glass door, it opened with a beep, light flooding the room, making his eyes hurt.

"Damn, Jarvis, dim the lights." He hissed and covered his eyes with a hand until the AI complied.

"My apologies, Sir. What are you going to waste your nighttime on today?"

Tony grumbled at the biting sarcasm.

"Should I opened the last safe file of the Mark 42?"

The man considered it, but waved off.

"No, let's play around with the new prototype. Open the MR Suit design, will you."

Jarvis did as he was told and displayed the newest blueprint on the biggest touchscreen. Tony spend the next hour with reconfiguring and realigning parts and muttering his discontent over Jarvis' cockiness.

"Give me a manipulable model."

The room filled with the projections of the suit, Tony leaned back in his chair and rolled a few meters back to have a better overview.

"Interesting, Stark."

Tony gasped for air. His blood ran cold instantly at the voice that came from behind him and he didn't even dare to turn around to see the source of it. It made his skin crawl. This really couldn't be. It had to be a hallucination, caused by the sleep deprivation or the panic attacks. But the voice continued to sound through the room, making him finally turn around and raise from the chair, eying the other man in shock.

"Am I not welcomed here?"

Tony couldn't do anything but stare at the god of mischief, standing right there in his workshop, grinning into his face. Tony clenched his hands into fists and moved a step back when the god waltzed towards him, dressed in his full armor.

"How did you get in here? Jarvis should have been able to read your signatures."

He asked, but reconsidered his words.

"No don't tell me, I don't want to know..."

Loki just smirked at the man trying to cope with the situation. The god strutted around the room, examining all of Tony's suits and the designs projected to the air, seemingly interested. Tony shot a desperate glance over to the shards of his suit, lying on his workbench, just barely out of reach. He reached out for the glove, the piece of metal creaked and started moving slightly, before it flew through the air and attached itself to his arm. His hand raised and he aimed at the god who still paced the room, but didn't bother to look at him.

"I wouldn't recommend this."

He just stated casually and Tony could imagine that smug grin on his face. Tony did nothing to let his defense fall, still aiming at Loki when he finally turned around and mused.

"Why is it you didn't contact your allies yet? Wouldn't it be a simple task to hand me over?"

The god cocked his head and stopped walking. Tony gulped at the question.

"Jarvis?" He almost screamed.

"Yes, Sir?"

Instead of getting Fury on the phone, Tony stayed silent, never breaking the eye contact with the other. Loki narrowed his eyes at the pause and his grin grew even wider.

"What keeps you from calling out?"

He took a few steps towards the engineer and earned a warning shot with the repulsor, to which he raised his hands in defense and faked a shocked expression.

"I am not here to fight."

Tony cracked a smile at this.

"Sure. Whatever." He snarled. "One more step and I blow your head off. Dunno if it will kill you, but it sure will hurt like hell."

Loki shrugged.

"Oh, I think I can imagine."

The god was clearly too amused by this whole situation, so Tony fired another warning shot at him. Unfortunately the god dodged that... warning shot and tsked.

"Ups." Tony smiled when the god grimaced.

"What do you want here, Reindeer Games? Shouldn't you be imprisoned somewhere in that castle of yours?"

Loki exaggerated a sigh and moved unpercievedly a few more steps in on him.

"Mortals do ask too many questions." He mocked and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Let me just imply that my dearest brother still thinks me as confined."

Tony shut his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He knew they should have kept that motherfucker here, where they could have watched him. Stupid magic bastard really went on his nerves.

"Well, I never really thought they could hold you for long."

He examined the repulsor of his suit and shot the god an annoyed glance.

"Since you already showed us that your people apparently have a problem with completing a certain task." He taunted, making the god in front of him grind his teeth.

"So. Why are you here?"

Tony asked through gritted teeth, threatening the god with his repulsor. When there was no answer, Tony addressed Jarvis again.

"Jarvis, call Shield."

Loki started to grin again.

"Oh..."

He narrowed his eyes and almost flew through the room, too fast for Tony to even react, grabbed Tony's armored arm and held it still.

"Don't act like this." He chuckled. "If I remember correctly, you did offer me a drink, did you not?"

Tony was taken aback by this, struggling under the firm grip of the god. He swallowed.

"Believe me when I say, that I am not here to harm."

Loki released the man's arm, at which he stumbled back a few steps.

"Maybe I just seek company." He teased.

Tony huffed.

"Yeah sure, trusting the god of lies, bad idea."

It made the god chuckle again. A sound Tony came to hate by this time. He watched him stroll the room again, never taking eyes from him.

"Indeed."

The god looked at the suits and touched the Mark VIII, Tony boiling inside at the view. He didn't like the bastard touching his stuff.

"Well?"

Tony swallowed the lump in his throat and looked away. He was sure he would regret this the moment he would say yes. Why didn't he just tell Jarvis to call Fury and be done with this shit. Admittedly, that wouldn't be Tony Stark's style. He wouldn't puss out, just because some Nordic god who tried to enslave the world, visited him for a drink. Loki raised an eyebrow at the man from afar, scrutinizing every twitch of his features. Eventually Tony sighed.

"Hang up, Jarvis." He growled.

The god stared in surprise and flashed his teeth.

"Foolish. Isn't it?"

Tony just turned and waved for him to follow, always keeping an eye out for any suspicious motion the god could make. But none came. He just walked calmly after Tony, hands folded behind his back. They passed the living room and reached the bar, where Tony immediately grabbed a bottle and poured himself a drink, chugging it down quickly. Loki stood on the other side of the bar, green eyes scanning every move of the engineer and Tony felt as if they stared right into his very soul.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked, obviously displeased.

"It's not relevant which kind of liquor you offer me."

Tony shook his head and already damned himself for speaking out this invitation in the first place.

"First time for you not being picky, right?"

He sneered and took another glass, filling it up with some aged bourbon, nobody should be able to say he gives out cheap stuff and shoved it towards the god.

"You look awfully tired." It almost made Tony choke on his drink. "How do you sleep lately?"

"What?"

Was the only thing he brought out. Why did he asked this. It's not that the god cared, so why did he bring it up in the first place. Tony narrowed his eyes, staring intensely at the other man.

"I am sleeping well." He lied and noticed Loki's demeanor change almost instantly.

"Is that so?"

Loki grinned knowingly, a grin that sent down goosebumps down Tony's spine and he leaned in to grab the glass.

"Yes." Tony hissed back. "You will be gone as soon as you finished your drink."

He said, emphasizing every word that he forced out. Unfortunately for him, it didn't have the wanted effect, because Loki only stood up straighter and looked down on him, chuckling.

"Oh, I will. Do not worry your little mind."

Tony took another sip of his drink, grimacing at the arrogance.

"So." The noise brought Tony's attention back to him. "What are you dreaming of?"

Okay that was enough. The bastard clearly knew about his insomnia and Tony hated the fact. Damn it. How the fuck did he know about that. The sudden realization made his skin crawl.

"Did you stalk me, you fucking..." He snarled furiously at the smiling god, ready to throw his glass at him.

"Let me just say I came across it unintentionally."

He felt extremely denounced by this. Crept out by the fact that an insane god just went in and out of his home, watching him.

"You even scared away your beloved."

He was making fun of him and Tony couldn't help himself but spit right back.

"Shut up!"

Loki obviously took great pleasure from torturing the man, because he continued to philosophize while standing and walking around in the living room. The dim light made him look even more threatening, the horns making him look like a demon from hell.

"Nightmares are expression of our deepest fears, weaknesses or..." He shot him a glance. "...greatest desires."

Tony felt his heart rate increase and he gasped for air at those words, already too close to having a panic attack again. This couldn't be healthy. He held onto the counter for support. Images of New York flashing through his mind and suddenly he started shivering again, covering his eyes with a hand. When he calmed down enough, he dared to look up again, finding the god looking down on him, barely an inch away.

"I could make them go away."

Tony's eyes widened at this and he retreated, virtually jumping back to get distance between them.

"Why the fuck are you here?!"

"I am here to play."

The god answered and crossed the distance between them, grabbing him painfully hard by his neck and smashing him against the wall. There was no way Tony could escape the firm hands pushing down on him and he already had trouble breathing. He struggled. Panic building inside him and he clawed at the leather clothed arms before he began chuckling hysterically.

"What now? You want to kill, me go ahead, bitch!"

He growled and was released just a second later. He inhaled sharply, tried to steady his breath when he slid down the wall. Loki was laughing now.

"Oh, no, mortal. I won't hurt you, you will break your pitiful pride yourself, much to my delight."

Tony stared in utter incomprehension and tried to crawl back even more when Loki knelt and touched his chest. His fingers clenched down on the arc reactor and Tony looked into those green eyes, gasping, fearing for his life. But instead on ripping the device out of his chest he just felt warmth spreading through his body, so he looked down to see green threads of magic invading his skin. Tony didn't know what happened. He was so drawn in by what was happening that he even forgot to back off. He didn't feel different when the green disappeared again and so he got his usual smug attire back.

"Was that all? Bad mojo if you ask me."

He teased, but couldn't go on when he looked into green eyes, captured by Loki's gaze. The god laughed faintly and raised, took his drink and moved to the couch and sat down, always keeping eye contact with the mortal. Tony picked himself up and cursed. Damn this asshole and his smile. Fucking drama queen. He had enough of this crap.

"Jarvis." Voice hoarse from the choking. "Call..."

"Don't do it." The god interrupted and nipped on his drink.

Tony wanted to complete the sentence and opened his mouth to speak, but no word came out.

"What did you do to me, you piece of shit?!" He snarled and clenched his fists. "That magic. A spell. Damn, you did the same to me that you did to Barton!"

He yelled, but it made Loki just chuckle again.

"No. You are very much yourself, as one can hear."

The god sneered at the use of language. His face was suddenly serious.

"I merely brought the, for you, most unpleasant desires out."

Tony huffed.

"Yeah sure, then it really doesn't work." He mocked. "Because I want your ass handed over to Fury even more now."

Loki crossed his legs and sat the drink aside.

"If this is the case, why don't you come here and show me?"

The question lingered in the air for more than a few seconds, Tony ground his teeth and much to his dislike his legs started moving on their own. This wasn't good. He knew. And he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck."

He was now standing right in front of the smiling god, cheeks blushed with the humiliation of actually following that command. Tony growled, which just added to Loki's amusement.

"Good boy." He praised.

"Fuck you." He averted his gaze to the ground. "Let me go." It was almost a scream. "Why are you fucking doing this?"

Loki smirked and answered in the most calm and reassuring way possible.

"I get myself what I desire. What is righteously mine."

Tony just stood like a deer in the headlights. Open mouthed and completely confused, until the information began to sink in.

"You are insane."

He was furious with rage, yet still he couldn't get himself to leave. Rooted to the spot. He wanted to get out of this disaster, wanted to bury himself in his bed, wanted to be anywhere but here. Still he stood there. As Loki told him, like a good boy. He was so angry he started shivering. Loki was silent the whole time, just eying him up like a product, undecided whether to buy it or not. Tony wanted a fight, not this calmness, not this absoluteness. The god was obviously sure that he had won already. The engineer shut his eyes tight.

"Why?" Was ruefully spoken a few minutes later.

It seemed to wake the god from his quite and he sighed, apparently taking pity on the man before him. He was smiling when he reached out to grab Tony's chin, turning his gaze to him.

"I heard you call out for me in your sleep, calling my name."

He began and with every syllable Tony's eyes widened even more.

"That's why I started to sought this place out in the first place. It fumed my interest as to why the great man of iron would call for me. So I came night after night, until I had seen enough."

Tony tried to cope with that. There was no way that this could be true. Bewildered, he just gazed into the blue. He wouldn't ever...

His trance was broken by the voice in front of him, an almost purring sound, that Tony would never have thought the god could make.

"Kneel."

Tony became petrified by this command.

"You damn bastard." He spat, but couldn't do anything else but comply.

Then he knelt before someone he despised and the shame of being helpless made him turn his gaze to the ground. The person he hated the most at the moment was himself. He death-glared at the god when his chin was once again yanked up.

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself. There is nothing to be embarrassed about."

Loki was looking him up again and Tony began shivering uncontrollably when fingers started roaming the area of his neck.

"You will regret the day you first came to this planet."

Tony threatened, but it fell on deaf ears. Nothing but an amused, "Hm." came from the god. Loki had a thing for torturing and right now Tony wished for him to just beat him to unconsciousness. The gentleness with which he drew his fingers over Tony's body was too much. Tony could endure a beating, but at this rate his own flesh would betray him. He shut his eyes when a hand ran down his side, caressing his hip bone, pushing his shirt up and testing the skin beneath. This was not right. This should never happen. Loki's touch was electrifying, making his skin itchy and his mind uneasy. He shouldn't react like this.

Tony shut his eyes again, trying to block out what was happening to him, but it intensified the feeling of the fingers even more and he had to suppress a moan when fingers teased his waistband. Maybe Loki would grew tired of him when he wouldn't respond to his advances. Tony knew that this was very unlikely to happen. The god drew too much pleasure out of this. A sharp pain in his neck made him open his eyes in shock.

"Get up."

Before Tony could even understand what was demanded from him, he was yanked to his feet and pulled on the god's lap. Tony snarled at the manhandling and tried to get away, but it was no use. Loki held him in place with his strength and Tony cursed again when those hands got back to their task. Loki slid his fingers into the back of his pants, groping his ass and Tony inhaled sharply, but kept glaring at him.

It was when Loki leaned in to kiss and lick over his neck, that a low moan unwittingly escaped Tony's throat. Immediately he raised his hand to his mouth, covering it, embarrassed by himself. Loki just laughed at him, biting into the sensitive flesh before retreating, eying the man and the growing bulge in his pants.

"Open your pants."

The command was clear and Tony wanted to spit him in the face for it.

"Fuck you!"

Loki just smirked at the insults. "All in good time, boy."

At this moment Tony abandoned all hope to get out of this. He bared his teeth in desperation when his hands started fiddling with his zipper and released the straining cock. The glance with that Loki looked at him was nothing but pure triumph. Lust was clearly visible in those vivid green eyes and it scared Tony that he couldn't help the growing craving inside of himself.

"You piece of shit."

He spat and the god's face changed to a more annoyed one. Loki waved a hand and a piece of fabric appeared out of nowhere, gagging the startled man.

"Enough with this inappropriate muttering, touch yourself."

Tony protest was muted by the gag and he let out a strangled whine when the god kept looking at him. There was nothing he could do, he kept telling himself, so his hand reached down to cup his cock, running his hand up and down slowly, lazily. Those green eyes never left him and he felt his erection twitch in his fingers. He stroked himself faster, lost in the moment. Lost in the humiliation and rising lust. Tony quit trying to keep his voice low, now moaning against the gag and shutting his eyes in pleasure at the feeling. He was already near the edge when Loki grabbed his hand.

"Stop."

Tony whined and pleaded with his eyes, but the god only chuckled and held the man's wrists in his.

"Do not worry, pitiful being, I won't leave you like this. I can be merciful." Loki whispered in his ear, causing the man to shiver again. "Now show me what you want to do."

Tony gulped and dropped his gaze in embarrassment. His cock stood proudly in the air and he needed to touch it, but since he wasn't allowed, Tony damned himself again for this, there was only one other way to get the wanted friction. He placed his hands on the god's shoulders and leaned in, wanting to grind himself against the god in his need, but winced when his erection met cold metal. Loki huffed a laugh and gestured with his hand, making his armor disappear so that only the fine linen clothes remained. Tony pressed himself against him almost instantly, making the god chuckle once more.

"So wanton, can't you help yourself anymore?" He teased, but heard no reply to this, just the panting right next to his ear.

Tony laid his head on the shoulder and inhaled the god's scent. He was panting hard by now and didn't realize that Loki magicked his clothes away, until he got lifted to his knees. He was embarrassed. To be naked was another kind of intimacy that he didn't want. Loki gestured down and Tony followed the hint to look at the obvious erection under all that linen. One of Loki's hands opened his pants, freeing his cock. Realization struck Tony and he gazed into the other's eyes in horror, trying to get away, but was brutally held in place by Loki. He started sobbing when the god positioned him over his cock.

"Maybe I won't do it, when you tell me to stop."

Tony kept looking at him when Loki made the gag disappear, unable to bring just one word over his lips. Loki smirked and pushed the man down, entering him slowly, but steady, causing him to yell out in pain. A tear ran down his face and he started sobbing uncontrollably, clawing at the god's shoulder for support. A hand cupped his cheek and he could hear Loki whispering words in a foreign language into his ear. He didn't know what he said, but the tone was soothing enough for him to relax. Loki gave him some moment to adjust before the next command was given.

"Move."

Despite the overwhelming pain, Tony couldn't help but move his hips slightly. It wasn't his first time with a man. He knew that the pain would soon fade into pleasure, but he still winced with every motion. Loki leaned back and smiled, obviously enjoying the show. Tony hung his head in shame and slowly the sobs and whines turned into moans when Tony kept impaling himself on the cock. Brown eyes met lust-filled green ones and Tony cursed when he saw that pleased smile that crept on Loki's lips.

"Damn it."

Loki admired the view and let out a small moan.

"So wanton, boy. You are a natural."

Tony wanted to cuss, but threw his head back and moaned shamelessly when Loki rocked his hips, hitting Tony's prostate.

"God."

Loki laughed at the outcry and kept bucking his hips, thrusting into the man, until he looked into pleading brown eyes.

"Beg."

Tony whined, desperate for release, his pride already cast away, so he did as he was told.

"Please."

He begged and Loki quickly grasped his cock, smearing the precum over the head, making Tony's eyes roll back into his head. Loki stroked him in time with his thrusts, rolling his hips to aim for the sweat spot inside him. Tony came with a loud moan over his hand and shirt, clenching around Loki's cock, making him come within him with a low growl. He was still panting when the god gripped his hip, pulled out and shoved him off of him. Tony sat on the couch when Loki got up, suddenly cleaned up and in full armor again. He sobbed quietly, regret and shame sinking in and he hugged himself.

"Lift the spell."

Loki turned around to look at the naked man.

"What spell?"

He smirked and Tony inhaled sharply, snarling and cursing at the god in front of him. He couldn't be serious. Tony swallowed and was perplexed by the words that just were spoken. Loki cocked his head to the side, seemingly amused by the man's repression.

"I know it is hard for mortals to face the truth."

Loki was about to leave when Tony extended a hand.

"Wait." It made the god stop in his tracks. "You promised..."

The god examined the miserable human and stepped closer.

"Yes, boy, you will sleep through this night."

Both men exchanged a glance, green eyes grew softer and Loki removed his cape, wrapping it around him. A hand caressed Tony's cheek again before it moved to his forehead, green magic swirling around his fingers again. Loki chugged his drink and smiled one last time, vanishing into thin air. It was the last thing Tony remembered before he fell asleep.