I have become obsessed with FrostIron and well this something I have been working on. So hope you readers enjoy it.

*Warnings: explicit sex scenes between two men. (Isn't that awesome.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, 'kay. If I did my student loans would have been paid off by now.

CHAPTER 1

Loki Laufeyson hummed to himself as he carefully placed different snacks and drinks into the wicker picnic basket. The god had a day planned for Tony and himself, he enjoyed living in the tower as his lover named it but despite its fascinating technology, breath-taking view of the city he'd once sought out to rule, the lack of privacy was riding on the god's last nerve. He bit his lip contemplatively, wondering what else was needed for spontaneous picnics, he snapped his fingers and a bottle of champagne was added, a simple spell to keep it cool was added before he finally closed the basket.

Now he needed to find a way to steal his lover from that workshop where he spend hours inventing and occasionally setting fires in. He wondered down the stairs, his eyes spotting Anthony bobbing his head the obnoxiously loud music that Loki could hear even through the sound-proof walls. Tapping in his own personal pass code, he covered his ears at the music threatening to split his eardrums.

With a snap of his fingers, the music paused, a bewildered Stark turned to look for the buzz kill. His face broke into a grin, seeing the god in ordinary clothes still amazed him, though green

"Ah there's my favorite kitten. Did you get bored upstairs? I got to admit having you as an assistant instead of Dum-E would guarantee less fire hazards."

Loki smiled gently at the high pitched whine that came from the robot, he turned to look at his lover before softly admonishing, "Stop being a bully Anthony, and as appealing as that sounds I will have reject your offer, due to the reason that you and I are going on what is called a picnic."

He smiled brightly hoping for some enthusiastic reaction but Tony not surprisingly did not think the idea of going out in the heat would be considered enjoyable. The mechanic threw grease stained rag across his work table before slumping down on stool.

The genius slumped, "On the scale of angry bees to a raging Hulk how mad would you be if I said no?"

Loki crossed his arms over his chest, leaning causally against a pillar; he eyed the man before him with a cool expression.

In his accented voice, "Like 'no sex for an entire week' angry."

"You wouldn't last and I'm sorry baby but I really want to-Oh! Stop not the glare! You could probably go all Frozen on me if you wanted to."

Ignoring the reference from the Disney movie, Loki stared pointedly at the mechanic. This was going to happen, the god knew it.

Emerald stared into hazel.

There was only one way this was going to be settled, and it was definitely going to be the Tony Stark way. A little bit of the old charm and promises to take the god to Italy for dinner, and he would be home free. Or in this case stay home without having to face the possibility of swarms of fans and old ex's come up to him. It was difficult to keep Loki from zapping them on the spot. And he did not need that, not today.

The obnoxious honking from New York's traffic, the excited chatter from tourists annoyingly stopping in the middle of a busy sidewalk and the humming coming from his lover who gave him a cheeky smile before squeezing his hand as they strolled through the gates of Central park.

"I cannot believe I'm here at the moment honestly, I'm more of an inside type of guy."

Loki whose poker face and ability to keep promises especially those of withholding sex and asking Thor to sleepover for a week was the straw that broke the camel's back. Tony was fine with Point Break staying with them, but once Loki changed the week of no sex, to a month of blue balls, the genius decided that maybe spending time with nature wasn't too bad.

Added to their adventure of having a picnic was the ban on any technology or 'toys' that would distract Tony from their time together. He was whipped, he knew it, the Avengers, knew heck even Fury knew it.

He sweetly said, "My attention is always on you, dear." The dark haired man could only roll his eyes before smiling brightly at his cooperating lover. The taller of two strode with his commanding presence parting a way through the crowds of people. Tony took this time to appreciate the attire Loki had donned this afternoon.

The green eyed man wore black jeans that made his legs go on for miles, a light cardigan with the sleeves pushed up with a thin green button down, and a pair of tan oxfords. For the short time Loki had spent on Earth, his rapid accustom to wearing ordinary clothes had shocked the inventor. He was honestly expecting the man to wear only leather pants and jackets but with Loki it was a surprise.

Tony dressed in his usual faded band shirt and loose fitting jeans, followed the man who was waiting him by a much more secluded area. Bastard actually made a hurrying motion with his pale hand as he leaned against a nearby tree. Sure it was easy to stride across the vast park with those sexy pair of legs and no heavy basket weighing you down. He made his way to the waiting god.

He was entitled to carry the heavy haul, despite the whole event being planned by Loki who seemed content to simply enjoy the wonderful breeze gently swaying his long silk locks of hair away from his aristocratic face. The slight blush that came from their long walk from the gates to the very essence of Central Park, appearing on his sharp cheekbones, those emerald gems covered by aviators. Tony's favorite aviators.

Tony sighed exasperatedly as he regarded their surroundings, "Is this the perfect spot, Lo? Or is it too damp? Too hard? Too grassy? Too green?"

The god turned his attention from his survey of families and couples off in their worlds of summer activities. He elegantly used a slim finger to lower his aviators; the mischief making man raised an eyebrow.

"Stop your whining darling, it's unfitting of you. And this section of the park is perfect not too far but enough distance for us to have some privacy."

Tony carefully set the basket on the ground; he unfolded the blanket rolled under his arm before spreading it out before them.

Loki, a prince and God of Mischief and Chaos, was on the ground down to knees willingly allowing his favorite jeans to become grass stained for Tony. It was a strange yet sweet gesture.

The engineer toed off his shoes before sprawling over the creased blanket, smiling at a frowning Loki who wasn't done smoothing the surface.

Tony regarded him appreciatively, "Have I told you that you make ordinary clothes look like something a model would wear in a fashion show?"

The raven haired man languidly reached for their picnic basket, smiling wickedly at Tony's wondering hand trailing against the sliver of skin exposed between his shirt and jeans.

"I believe you said something along those lines when you thoroughly ravished me after that Hallow's Eve party."

Tony's closed eyes snapped open, memories of long legs engulfed in the tightest of leathers with a vest made of the same material, a pale neck exposing it's length revealed a collar it's band the color of emerald and sides with tiniest of spikes glittering in light of candles in their decorative candelabras. A pair of adorable cat ears strewn to the side as Tony groped Loki's round ass roughly before shoving his tongue into the warm, inviting mouth of the god who made the loveliest sounds. Long soft mewls and breathy gasps echoed in the decorated room, the slimmer man's sinful hips arching desperately against his hard co-

A drawling voice claimed Tony's attention back to the present, shifting around his suddenly restricted pants. He discreetly as possible adjusted his cargo pants

"Are you feeling well darling? It's not too hard is it? The location we are sitting right now I mean.

Loki's stared pointedly at the slight erection Tony was failing at hiding before turning on his belly. He rested his chin on a propped up elbow, smiling wickedly at his viridian eyed god.

"Just dandy, thoughts of a sexy kitten at the party came to mind."

He shifted his flirty eyes toward the God of Mischief who was opening tiny mason jars filled with fresh lemonade that he'd purchased from a vintage store. Loki gave him a coy look from under his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

The dark haired man handed the glass bottle to his Cheshire smiling lover. Tony nodded appreciatively at the drink taking a long swing from it.

He licked the sweetness from his lips that the drink had left refreshing drink before his eyes fell on Loki's Adams apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed his own drink.

"You wouldn't happen to still have that sexy costume would you Lo?"

Guilt of making this spontaneous outing into him fucking Loki long and hard began to form at the pit of his stomach.

Loki raised his eyes to meet Tony's as he pulled out a plastic container and two metal forks, "Oh dear such naughty thoughts to have in a public place, my love."

Tony seemed to barely register what the God of Mischief had said when a plastic container was held in front of him.

"What? Sorry Lokes, honey my mind is completely-"

"In a dirty gutter yes I believe that's where it usually is with you. Now would you like some of the potato salad Captain made last night?"

An image of Captain America in a frilly too small apron appeared in his mind. The words 'Kiss the Cook' spell across his broad chest killed any arousal he'd been feeling with Loki earlier. Who knew how long it would last.

"Ah there's the boner killer!"

The image of mister do good in an apron slaving over a dirty kitchen eased his hormones.

Loki, with a cute frown repeated, "What reference is that from?"

Tony like usual answered a question with another question.

"Did you bring the yogurt covered blueberries, Raven?

Loki of course after 7 months of dating knew to see a distraction tactic anywhere with Tony. He allowed it from time to time. Especially with the usage of a very special nickname.

Loki flicked his gaze from his ministrations to look at Tony who was pawing through the basket. The pout on his bearer face making him resemble more of a man child.

Loki scolded, "No and stop eating balls of sugar they are unhealthy for you!"

He bopped the wrinkles in between the engineer's eyebrows that came from his mock frown.

"You're skinny enough for both of us. How about I feed you something a little more on the greasy side?"

Loki like the royal that he was raised as a child elegantly ate his own morsel with grace and poise. The whole 9 yards, pinky out, napkin over his lap, delicate bites. The man was truly the definition of royalty. Minus the whole criminal history. A minor setback.

Dabbing his lips with a folded cloth napkin, he commented, "You sound like my brother, he would always sneak desserts and large chickens to my room and force me to eat after dinner. Claiming it would make me strong and larger in size."

The god rolled his eyes fondly at the memories, feeling nostalgia gnaw at his heart when it came to thinking of his family.

The engineer shoved a forkful of salad into his mouth before asking, "Did you ever eat an entire chicken by yourself?"

The viridian eyed god shook his head negatively, "No but I did tell the cook about why large portions of food would suddenly go missing and let's just say we had only my favorites for an entire week. Much to Thor's displeasure. He loathes vegetables whilst I enjoy them."

Loki smiled at Tony's guffawing laugh, the image of the Mighty Thor picking at his vegetables miserably made a hilarious mental image for the engineer.

"You were a snitch dear, an adorable snitch I'm sure."

Loki looked at him in confusion, "A snitch? Isn't that the flying golden sphere that the little wizard has to catch in a sport?"

Loki's time working in vintage bookstore not only allowed him to encourage others in partaking in his favorite pastime but it was his manner of further learning about the world he now resided on. Finding a famous book series like Harry Potter had definitely captured the god's attention, including the whole nonsense of wands and cloaks, of course. Tony indiscreetly had mentioned the god had worn versions of both items like the magical scepter he'd possessed as well as the flowing green cape. Loki had resorted simply glaring at Tony with a piercing green orbs. He literally felt a cold chill fill the air that day. Tony learned to be a bit less of an asshole when it came correcting his god.

Tony answered the question with a peck to the forehead. "I meant snitch like tattler."

Loki nodded. It was the truth. He was a snitch when he was younger but only for the strange joy of seeing Thor in trouble.

"So let's see what mystery delight is in box 1. I swear you will enjoy what I brought us today."

"If I eat whatever monstrosity you sneaked, I will have the movements of a bloated penguin;

Tony chimed in, "A cute bloated penguin."

Loki snorted softly.

The engineer leaned over the gracefully sprawled man, pressing his body against the lithe form of Loki who Tony was sure, had breathed his name at the contact.

Tony pressed tender kiss to the crown of the smiling god's head before digging deep in their basket of treats and was that a bottle of Champagne? Loki certainly went the distance which was one of the many things he liked about the Asgardian.

"Have you tried shawarma? The mechanic eyed the god questioningly, his hand continued to be hidden in the basket.

Loki looked at him curiously, "I don't believe I have but I'm sure you'll convince me to try."

Stark pulled out a paper bag with grease stains on the side, a delicious smell escaped from the mystery food.

"Come on Stretch, you thought the McMuffin looked disgusting and now you don't mind it anymore."

Loki pursed his lips for a second before his bright green eyes flickered upward to stare teasingly at the engineer.

"Sometimes I feel like you want me to gain a little weight, a fetish Mr. Stark?"

Loki grinned mischievously at Tony's blush. There was something definitely satisfying in making the man with the gift for speech and massive ego to turn a wonderful color of crimson and a stuttering mess with a few words. And the art of bodily seduction that Loki was very talented in.

Tony would admit to anyone who could listen, even the jerk with the eye patch or otherwise called All-Father that Loki's body was a dream. Those smooth muscled legs that went on for miles, the tight toned body though perhaps not as obvious as bulging Thor with his massive muscles. It didn't matter, the god's strength was truly obvious when Loki would push against an unexpected wall to thoroughly tongue fuck his mouth.

The trim waist of Loki was what awed Tony. Truthfully, skinny or not, Loki would always look perfect to Tony. But at the present, the god ate so little to the point where Tony was becoming worried. He would sneak in meals randomly throughout the day so his lover would eat a little more.

"You're beautiful Lo, but I swear you eat like a bird! Indulge with me! I'll make it worth your while."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively

Loki sighed, "Fine but in all honestly the reason I wanted us to come here was to have some time alone."

The crinkling sound of paper unwrapping and the distinguishable moan of pleasure from the eating man of iron captured his attention. He rolled his eyes at Tony's lack of food manners.

He threw a cloth napkin at Tony who captured it with a food covered hand.

"Oh sweetheart if you wanted to do a little copulating in the sheets I would have said yes."

Loki smacked Tony on the arm, half heartily glaring at the laughter in those bright hazel eyes.

He refrained from smiling, sternly saying, "Anthony!"

The small pout on Loki's face made things a bit more difficult for the engineer to pause his laughter but that vulnerability that he was becoming more and more exposed to was there, in that open expression upon his lover's face.

Tony took another bite from his shawarma, chewing slowly before murmuring with a mouthful of food to Loki's distaste.

He gestured offhandedly with his free hand toward the direction of the tower, "We have plenty of time alone, they all have their own floor and you, Reindeer Games and I have the biggest of them all."

He offered Loki a bite, surprised at how it took a few seconds for Loki to think about eating the delicious food.

It was the most delicious concoction Tony had convinced him to try of the late. He continued the conversation.

"Despite all that, they meaning Thor, Banner, and Rogers manage to saunter in and slowly our time alone is more like time with-"

Tony added, "The bros?"

Loki, still learning the strange language Midgardians used, took another meditative bite. Expecting Anthony to further elaborate.

Noticing the pause, he explained, "Bros, slang for friends. So is this why we ventured out and came to a very public setting? For some time alone?"

The efforts Loki went through this year were admirable instead of threatening Tony's friends for the god of mischief and the Avengers still had some hostility between them. Except for two of them. Banner who despite his temper and the fact that he turned into a green giant monster, Loki was able to have civil conversation with his lover's obvious best friend.

Another person he was slowly becoming closer to was Pepper. Their relationship with the stubborn occasionally crazy engineer had them exchange notes and communicate more. Pepper held resentment toward Loki; her romantic relationship with Stark had ended long ago, claiming that each wanted different types of life. One wanted a stable, no constant worry of their boyfriend being killed while the other simply wanted someone to accept him but at the same time call him out on his shit.

Though Pepper, with her sharp wit and no nonsense attitude and for being the first to acknowledge their relationship was brilliant. She was the only one to notice the couple's constant lunch meetings, Stark dropping everything to spend time with the green-eyed god. She was the reason why all meetings had been supervised by her instead of Tony, Loki had informed her of his need discuss something very personal with Tony and the intensity on the god's face along with the image of Tony Stark on picnic convinced her to not nag at her boss about signing important papers and whatnot for the entire day.

And here they were.

"So all of your clever, dirty innuendos will be placed on a temporary pause, agreed?"

Bright eyes stared intently into Tony's, asking for his full raised his hands in a surrender motion.

"I'm all yours kitten, ready to listen! To be the supportive man you want from me! If you need me to shut my mouth I will-oh you do? Okay I'll be here ears open."

Tony sat on his knees, almost like an eager puppy.

The taller of the two moved forward using his elbows to sit closer to Tony. He lay on his side, Tony sat beside him as he continued to eat his meal. Loki reached a hand before its fingers slowly began to trace the arc reactor.

Only Loki had the sole privilege to touch him there as well as other personal spaces that according to Captain America he did not want to know.

"We have been together for quite some time, though where I am from it would be considered a few days but here I feel like they have been a lot longer." Tony paused to grin warmly at Loki before resuming his eating.

"I came to you, and you with no hesitancy accepted me and gave me a place to call sanctuary, very soon I realized that anywhere was home whenever you were there with me. I know I am difficult, I can be demanding, I can be rude but only when necessary, I steal your sweatshirts because they are my favorite clothing of yours. I'm easy to close off and it's a challenge for me to share my true emotions but despite all of that, you are still here. And I am forever grateful to you my darling. But there is something I feel that is missing, a deep ache that burns in me…"

Loki hummed his eyes darting everywhere but in the engineer's direction. Odd. Tony could sense the uncertainty coming off the once malevolent god. What could possibly have the silver tongued god, the man whose confidence rivaled his own, in a tizzy?

The nervous god finally said, "Would you consider having children...with
me?"

Emerald eyes glanced upwards, a rare hesitancy and vulnerability on full display, to meet chestnut colored orbs staring at him with his mouth parted in complete shock. The shawarma made a muffled thump as it slipped from his sudden slack hand, to the ground.

This was definitely not what Tony was suspecting a picnic at the park would entail.

A/N

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