I'll Keep You My...

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Author (That's me)'s note:

This is my first proper fan fiction. There will be some Tony/Loki, but I don't know how graphic I'm gonna get, haven't done anything like this before. I'm definitely gonna keep writing this, but how often depends on reviews. Next chapters will probably be longer, but I wanted to end this on in just the right place. I'm not sure about the last line or if that's gonna stay true. Please review me, etc. Also, there are some relevant pictures on my DA, my username is DoctorMaz. I might put this up there too, but maybe when I'm a few chapters in. I wrote this mainly because there wasn't one where I thought it captured my favorite bits of each character. For example, I think it's important Loki stays the bad guy, and I think it's important that he tries not to show weakness. After all, in the movie, although the Avengers think they win, Loki actually has manipulated them ito getting him where he wants to be, in Asgard, and it also means Odin believes that he is weak and can be beaten. Anyway, read ahead, enjoy, etc. Oh, and also, I don't think I will add any other pairings, unless any are suggested that I like. Maybe some Clint/Natasha hints. And don't you think Fury and Odin are perfect for each other? I mean, they can swap eyepatches and stuff. Except there is Frigga to consider... so maybe not, unless I can work around her, or is that pairing a little gross? Anyway, so far, strictly only Tony/Loki, and none of that quite yet. There will be a plot in there also. Sorry... this is gonna be as long as the first chapter. So I'll stop here now, enjoy.

The heavily buckled leather boots landed soundlessly on the concrete roof of Stark Tower, green smoke settling around the god's feet. Loki was becoming bored. He raised his staff and his duplicates vanished, leaving just him, the only remaining Loki, alone on Stark's roof. As he expected, it wasn't long before the Avengers joined him. Loki was bored, he wanted to go home now.

"Brother, you are safe! Let me take you back home" Thor pleaded, causing Loki to let out a barely audible sigh, his gaze turning dark.

" I am not your brother Thor, I never was." His words angry and spiteful.

"Brother, please?" The soft voice came again.

"And I certainly will not accompany you to Asgard, it is not my home any more." He spat. The rest of the Avengers had become tired of this conversation between the two gods, it happened every time Loki got tired and went home. "I have grown weary and shall be returning home now" Loki explained, a pleasant smile forged across his face.

"WAIT! You expect us to let you just leave? You've destroyed half of Manhattan!" The voice belonged to the blonde man, the patriot in the spandex. Loki never bothered to remember his name.

"And my tower." a half-hearted voice came from behind Loki, a childish grin spread across Stark's face, he was becoming bored too. The God looked mildly amused as he allowed a smirk to form on his lips. He addressed the Blonde in front of him.

"Will you ever learn you mortal dunce? It is not a matter of you letting me, it's a matter of you being able to stop me." Loki laughed again, clearly astounded by the man's insolence.

Loki's laughter was interrupted as the man lunged towards Loki, who instinctively backed up a few steps, bumping into something. The Blonde-haired man fell to the floor where the dark-haired God had once stood. Loki was gone, vanishing before the man could tackle him to the ground.

The room was dark, it was hard to tell if the corners were too far away to see, or just shrouded by the darkness. The floor was a dusty charcoal colour, and seemed to be coated in some sort of powder, you couldn't see anything for the darkness, the only light was that mysterious glow surrounding the room's only visible figure. Loki didn't need everywhere to be light, he knew where everything was, he simply had a constant glow surrounding his body, following him wherever he chose to go. Loki had spent the past months in this room which one could only presume was a cave, and below ground judging by the coolness of the air.

After all this time, the God was extremely familiar with his surroundings, ad was quite surprised to see a brilliant blue circle of light not far from where he stood. Loki was far from foolish, and knew not to approach. Suddenly, the light surrounding him grew to cover the vastness of the room. It was now obvious that the God had been living there, and quite comfortably. To one corner was a vast bed, adorned with rich, intricate designs carved into the golden wood. The bed was far bigger than any king-sized bed. The length must have been more than twice the God's height, and in width, almost as much as that. Atop the bed we dark green velvet bed coverings, and the four posts were joined with matching drapes. Far grander than anything in Midgard. In another corner was a dark fridge, not unlike in most Midgardian house holds. Beside this stood a round golden table with carvings similar to those on the bed. The table was accompanied by two identical chairs, golden with cushions which must have been made with the same fabric as the drapes. Also in the room was a large wardrobe, dressing table, large full bookshelf, mirror and desk, all in the same style. The large desk playing host to many strange Asgardian instruments. This new light revealed the source of the foreign blue one Loki had spotted earlier. Loki's first feeling was of panic. Someone had found his 'lair' as Doom had called it. How did they get in? Could others do it? Beneath the blue light was a figure, lying on the floor, the light seeming to come from his chest. Upon further inspection, Loki recognised Stark's body. The man was unconscious. Loki knew he can't have been there long, he had been battling him just moments earlier. Loki enjoyed a fight with Tony, he was the only Avenger with wit to match his own (almost) and he wasn't nearly as predictable as the rest. His actions, of course, could be guessed at, but he occasionally took Loki by surprise. It took the boredom out of the battles for Loki.

Tony wasn't a short man, but Loki stood almost a head above him; The God had porcelain skin, and the other man was tanned. In the suit, Tony looked taller than he was. Loki suspected it was designed as such to add intimidation in battle, just as the God's horns did. It was dangerous to have this man here, but at least he was unconscious. Loki's mind was at work, how did he get here? He thought, wondering how he could have reached the centre of this mountain. It was only achievable through teleportation (without destroying the entire mountain). It was the that the God remembered his escape, bumping into something as he turned to escape. Not something, someone. The realisation that he had teleported someone into his home hit Loki in the chest. He had been touching Stark as he teleported. He had brought him there himself. Well, this explained the lack of consciousness. He remembered the first time he took Doom here, his body had had trouble dealing with the teleportation, gasping for air, feeling winded. But Doom hadn't been in a pressurised suit.

When looking back, Loki wondered why he hadn't killed Stark then and there. When the man had seen him base, had seen too much, why hadn't he just killed him? Instead, he had lifted the man from the floor, removed the suit (with magic of course) and laid him in his bed. Loki decided that he had kept Stark alive for a reason, a purpose. He would get information about him, he would study this suit, he would gather information about S.H.I.E.L.D. Yes. That's why he had kept Stark alive. He would have use of him yet.

But Loki, the God of lies, knew that the one person he lied to the most, was himself.

So... whad'ya think? Especially that last line... Sorry about grammar etc, I have no spell check. I won't write too much this time. I'll write some more tomorrow, but just cause I have no life. I know it sounds really Cliche, but the idea for this came in a dream, so I'm sure the dream fairies will give me some more help tonight. Unless the evil flying purple monkey murder them. Hope you enjoyed it etc. and... yeah. REVIEWS PLEASE! Iloveya God... I've written more than 500 words on top of the story now... oops.

Please take a look at my other Frostirons and Sherlokis and whatnot.

I made a spin-off of this fic set near the end. It's where Tony and Loki prank the other Avengers. (It has the most original title)
WARNING: There will be spoilers for the end of this fic.

I still like the odd review...