Chapter 1

Emerald green eyes were the first thing he noticed, staring straight into his soul. As the figure approached, Tony had no doubt as to who this was. How did he get inside his room? Tony could only wonder, but he was finding an inability to speak. A sly and almost evil smile came across the one known as the God of Mischief's lips, which sent chills through out Tony's whole body. All Tony could do was stare at the god. Stare at him as he slowly approached him, climbing on top of him.

"Don't move.." The powerful being whispered seductively into Tony's ear, the smile never leaving his face. He grabbed onto the back of the mortal's messy hair, pulling him deeper into the bed. Tony kept his eyes open, kept staring and knew that he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His heart raced in his damaged chest as Loki's pelvis ground into his own, it was at that moment that Tony realized that both of them were completely naked. This confused Tony entirely but at this point he didn't question anything. Before he knew it, Loki was leaning into him, biting into his neck while sliding his hand down his bare chest. Sliding it lower... And lower...

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Tony jolted into an upright position while gasping for air. He found himself covered in small drops of sweat, the god no where to be seen. The man raised his knees up to his chest and grabbed them tightly, leaning against the bedpost.

It was a dream. Just a dream.

Tony ran his fingers through his hair and cursed under his breath realizing how hard he was. This hadn't been the first time he dreamed of the mischievous god he had met several months ago.

"Jarvis, what time is it?" He asked into the air, still trying to get a grip on himself.

"5:27 AM, Sir." The artificial intelligence replied. 5:27, a decent time to get up, Tony thought to himself.

After taking a long shower and dressing into one of his favorite black and red suits, Tony still found himself to be constantly thinking back on the dream. No matter how he looked at it, he simply could not figure out why on Earth he would be having such a dream, which genuinely concerned him.

The day went on as any other day. Tony attended meetings, did some business, and had himself a lovely dinner. Until finally, he was returning back to his beautiful Stark Tower. He walked through the entrance of the skyscraper and immediately saw an orange haired woman, starting to approach him.

"Tony, have you been avoiding me? That's really mature." Pepper said with irritation coating her voice. Tony groaned silently knowing that he had been avoiding this woman ever since their last big fight. But he was in no mood to put up with her.

"Pepper, can you please calm the hell down! You know I've actually been working harder than usual and I can't always be with you. But I'd like to be left alone, thank you very much." He muttered and pushed past the woman, which only angered Pepper further.

"You really are avoiding me, aren't you?!" Pepper grabbed on to Tony's shoulder, pulling him back so he was facing her. "What, you can't handle not always being right? That's how you want to play this?"

Tony only groaned again, more loudly this time. He really didn't want to put up with Pepper and her bitching at the moment. He didn't care if Pepper saw it as immature, but he just had to be away from her.

"Please Pepper, just leave me alone. We can discuss this later. I'm not in the mood." He brushed Pepper's hand off of his shoulder and started walking towards the elevator in the center of the elevator, then suddenly stopped in his steps. No. He didn't want to just go back up and continue his daily business. He was beyond tired of that. What he needed was a bar, a drink, and everything that came with it. He turned back around to Pepper and started walking to the entrance of the building. "You know what, I'm out of here. Please don't follow me." He quickly made his way past Pepper and out the doors.

"Tony! Tony wait! Don't you dare just walk away now!" Pepper frustratingly called out but it was of to no use. Tony had already disappeared into a large crowd of people, traveling down the sidewalk. The woman groaned and decided to confront the arrogant bastard about the subject later.

Tony Stark sat in his regular bar, miserably swirling his whiskey in the glass. He ignored anyone who tried to talk to him and was too lost in thought to even have a decent conversation. He longed for something more in his life, and had never been the same since Thor took Loki away, ending all chaos. But wasn't chaos supposed to be a bad thing? Why did it seem as if he was missing it.. Or something that came with it. His thoughts started to drift back to Loki, the controlling and powerful god who had caused so much destruction to the city. Tony shook his head trying to push the thought of Loki and his reoccurring dreams out. He stood from the bar and made his way out, feeling a bit tipsy. He slowly made his way to the exit and looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dark. Night had fallen now, and the streets were almost empty. Tony blinked roughly and looked up to the sky to see his tower. He should probably be going back there.

Tony Stark... How fortunate.

The God of Mischief smiled sinisterly as he watched the one known as Iron Man stagger down the streets of New York. The man was obviously intoxicated, which would only make things easier for him. It had only been a few days since escaping prison, and now he was determined to claim this realm. Even better, get revenge on those who humiliated him. Tony Stark. What a perfect way to start his actions. But what was his plan? Was he going to just simply kill him? No. There was something more he wanted from him. Just him. Slowly, his smile widened as he came up with a plan.

Tony stumbled and caught himself on the wall of a building. Apparently he was more drunk than he thought.

Fantastic.

It didn't matter. What did it matter if he was drunk? Being drunk was nearly a natural state for the billionaire. He pushed himself from the wall and continued to walk down the sidewalk, then paused in his tracks. He felt the presence of someone around him. Someone close, as if breathing on the back of his neck. He turned around quickly to see nothing but the dark space, the only light coming from the occasional street lamp. He stared at the empty street for a few seconds, then let out a long breath, starting to turn back around.

No, it couldn't be. Was this another dream? It had to be, because those same green eyes that were all too familiar were staring into his as soon as he turned around. It just couldn't be.

But it was very real. Too real.

"Loki?!" Tony stumbled back and almost fell over, but caught himself and backed away. He was in no condition to be in the presence of Loki

"Hello Anthony." The mischievous god said calmly in almost a whisper. The god took a few steps towards the drunken man, a smile slowly growing across his face. Tony only continued to take steps back. Was he supposed to do something? Maybe call for help or have a plan of attack. At least a plan of defense since he was at a disadvantage here. Though seeing Loki after his previous dreams made him uncomfortable, and was becoming angered. He felt as if Loki was the one responsible for his reoccurring dreams and that made him frustrated, even of it was far from true.

"You.. You got a lot of nerve showing your face here... After everything.. Everything you've done." Tony stammered, partially because of the alcohol, and partially because of his nerves. The mortal lunged towards the god without any second thoughts, throwing a punch but missed entirely when Loki stepped out of the way. It wasn't a hard hit to dodge, which amused Loki completely. The god turned back to see Tony stumble from his unexpected miss, standing still and folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh but I know what I'm doing, and I will not fail. However I do believe that for my plan to play out as successfully as I want it to, I must first rid myself of that pesky team of supposed heroes that you happen to be a part of." Loki stared at the human, he could see clearly that he would enjoy his time with him. Though Tony was growing more uneasy and fearful by the second. Tony straightened up and brushed his hair back, still feeling quite dizzy.

"Are.. You here to kill me?" The man asked, fearful for the answer. He slid his hand into his pocket, grabbing onto his Stark Phone.

"Not quite." Loki answered with ice in his voice, examining the mortal closely. Tony only took more steps back, pulling his phone out of his pocket and tapping the screen to make it light up.

"Call all of the Aven-" Before Tony could finish his command, Loki had strode towards him, knocking his phone from his hand and onto the street several feet away. Tony swallowed and glanced over to his phone, growing more panicked.

"Don't be foolish, Stark. There is no one to call for help. You're fate has already been decided. By me." The god smiled mischievously and watched as the mortal quicken his breath and backed further away.

"No.. You don't get to decide my fate!" Tony said trying to hold on to any sense of control and hope, but wasn't feeling too confident. He just didn't want Loki to see his fear and he held eye contact with the god until he saw someone across the street. Tony immediately turned towards the person who looked to be a young man, certainly he could get some help. "Hey-!" Tony started to yell but quickly found that the god was behind him, putting a hand firmly over Tony's mouth.

"Now, now, Anthony. You don't want to be doing that. Do you really want to be getting anyone else involved? This is just you and me." Loki wrapped an arm around the mortal's waist and pulled Tony more into himself, keeping a hand over the his mouth. Tony's heart raced even more as he glanced back to Loki, then towards the man he called out to, disappointed to see that his small yell was ineffective. But he couldn't give up that easily. Tony swung his elbow back hitting hard into Loki's stomach. He quickly stepped away from Loki and started into a full on dash down the street, not daring to look back behind him. His level of intoxication made it hard for him to run, but his fear drove him forward. There certainly must be people or a place he can hide or go to for help. But before he could even make it down the street, he found that the god had already reappeared in front of him, grabbing Tony by the shirt.

"There's no use, Anthony. Although I do believe that it is time we take out leave now, wouldn't you agree?" Loki smiled widely and softly traced Tony's jawline with the tip of his fingers. He knew he couldn't have fun with Tony out here forever, and would rather have him somewhere more private. Tony's eyes widened and he frantically looked around the street, then back towards Loki.

"Leave?! What do you-" Before Tony could finish, Loki roughly grabbed the back of Tony's hair and slammed his head hard into the wall of a nearby building. Tony blinked roughly and took a step from the wall, looking over to Loki. He was feeling extremely light headed and dizzy, not to mention his vision was blurring. Everything around Tony spun until it all finally went black, and the mortal collapsed onto the ground. The last thing he saw were those mischievous green eyes, smiling at him.

UPDATE: Wow, just read the first chapter of my story for the first time in quite a while.. It had more mistakes then I would liked to have thought but ah well! I hopefully fixed at least most of them! I honestly think my writing improves with each chapter and while revising this first one came to mind, I think I would rather keep it this way since its the original and what not. Not bad for my first fanfiction I'd say!

(But now I must go back through my other chapters and re-edit them because apparently I don't do too well on my first try.)