So I am back :D

And know I have a beta reader YAAAY. Applauds to SweetHummingbird!
Oh and the cover for this story was made by my very best friend that just started reading fanfiction. Big thanks to her to.

So I hope you enjoy the new story and that you will review and tell me what you think :P

Chapter 1

Tony walked in to the golden room where the ball for the Nobel fest was being held. Yes, he was at the boring Nobel fest once again. He had to, because he had been stupid enough to promise Pepper that he would do anything as an apology for accidently interrupting her first date with that special guy from another company. So she took the opportunity to make him go to the very special ceremony in Sweden. He was happy for the men and women that won a prize, it was really big after all and they mostly deserved it too. He had been sitting there, close to the Swedish king and queen, talking to some old dude and eyeing the Swedish prince that sat opposite of him. Could you blame him? He was quite hot after all. But now it was the last thing on the agenda of this fest. There were no cameras in the room and there were only a few invited journalists. Tony was alone and of course it had been a bit of commotion about that because now it was truly out that he and Pepper had broken up and just last night there was a picture taken of him at a fancy gay bar in New York, making out with a really muscular guy.

Yes, Tony Stark was gay. He had been for a while but never really done it with a man. He had been turned on by male models on covers, posing in just underwear, muscles showing in the right places and it ended with him going out to find a girl to release himself with, in fear that he was in fact gay. This past year it had been with Pepper he knew that he couldn't hide it anymore and that he had noticed that he wasn't turned on by ladies anymore. First he thought that he had gotten bored with Pepper but he didn't want to look at other women either, he was looking at men and it ended as usual by him having sex with Pep. When he finally came out, to her of course, she wasn't surprised; actually she was waiting for him to finally say it. Of course she had noticed the way he looks at men and that it always ended in bed so she pretty much put two and two together. He was happy that she wasn't angry and she was still his best friend and sort of his beard for a while but that was over now, he was out and proud as most say, enjoying his playboy days with a lot of different men. Kind of nice to also be in such a gay friendly country now as well but he didn't want to push it by dancing with some hot dude, there weren't any hot dudes there anyway so he ended up with dancing with an old British woman that kept talking about how she enjoyed the ball after the Nobel dinner and that she had been enjoying it for 25 years now. She kept on talking about dancing with a tsar, some lords and even various kings during her years but Tony stopped listening when he caught sight on a very tall figure with raven hair, holding a glass of red wine. Could it be? No, he was supposed to be in Asgard in a cell. But who could be that similar to the crazy, yet sexy god?

"Excuse me." Tony mumbled and left the woman on the dance floor, moving towards the man who was talking to some other old guy that Tony remembered to be a winner of the Nobel Prize, right now he couldn't remember which. While he got closer to the tall man he could hear that silken British accent that sounded so different than last time he had heard it. It didn't sound manic; it didn't drip with poison or intimidating in any way. It sounded so friendly and mannered.

The man who was talking to the god of mischief, probably not knowing who he was, noticed Tony coming closer and his smile became bigger. "Mr. Stark, it's an honor to meet you." The old man exclaimed at him and Tony could see the god froze, he didn't move and Tony actually thought that he had stopped breathing.

"Hello, would you excuse my intrusion; but I would like to talk to my… friend in private." Tony said still standing behind the god. He didn't know why he said friend, but it sounded better then escaped Asgardian prisoner.

"Well of course." The old man said still with his smile in place and he walked away slowly.

Tony looked at the raven hair and noticed that it was shorter than last time, this time it stopped at the neck but it was neatly slicked back.

"Will I have to talk to your back all night?" Tony then asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. He watched Loki take a deep breath before slowly turning so their eyes met. That was when Tony noticed how beautiful green they were. Wait, he remembers them being light blue the last time he saw him.

"I never thought that I would meet you here, Mr. Stark." Loki said with a low voice. Was he scared? Tony never thought that this god would actually be scared of anything.

"Yeah well I am shocked myself to see an escaped prisoner from Asgard here." Tony said with a low voice so no one would hear them. "Would you like to explain yourself?" He then asked and crossed his arms and eyed the god who took a sip from his wine.

"I am not a prisoner as you can see, but that doesn't mean that I am not being punished for my actions." Loki responded and looked down in to his wine. "Are you going to ruin my punishment by calling your friends?" He then asked and looked at Tony with a stern look.

Tony sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. "Something tells me that the king up there who gave you your punishment wouldn't like that very much." Tony said and waved a waitress over. "Could I get some scotch?" He asked and got a nod and a giggle from the woman before she walked away.

"Can I ask what your plans are then?" Loki eyed Tony up and down and couldn't help but being impressed by how stunning he looked in a tux.

Tony chuckled, causing Loki to stop checking him out. "I plan to hang out with you, I came here alone and I am bored. Besides, I want to hear what your punishment really is." Tony said and got his scotch from the woman.

Loki nodded a bit confused but he did look around and noticed an empty couch in the corner. He motioned Tony to it and they walked together over there, each occupying a corner of the not so big couch, it wasn't comfortable either since it was one of those old nice French couches you can see in old movies. Loki turned to the man that was eyeing him while drinking his scotch. "I was in prison for two months." Loki started but was immediately interrupted.

"Two months? That is nothing." Tony exclaimed but when he saw the dark look in Loki's eyes he couldn't help but see some kind of horror in there, like a bad memory coming back to him. He knows those eyes; he had seen them in a mirror himself.

"Trust me when I say that two months in an Asgardian prison is good enough to make me take any other punishment the All-father had in store for me." Loki said, eyes looking down in to the now empty wine glass.

"I guess you won't tell me what happened in there?" Tony asked him and made a motion to the same waitress that was watching them to get Loki a new glass without speaking to her.

Loki put the glass on a table beside him and turned to Tony. "Let's just say that Asgard doesn't have the same human rights that you do and that I have angered a lot of people." He looked so sad and broken, but that was only for a second before the walls came up again and it was once again hard to read him. "My punishment now is that I am banished from Asgard with limited amount of magic and I must do good deeds in secrecy." He explained as a long story short but it was pretty much it.

Tony nodded and couldn't help but smile when he saw the shocked look on Loki's face when he got another glass of red wine by the waitress. He obviously hadn't seen him have the silent conversation with the woman. "You say limited, how limited?" He then asked and took another sip from his nice scotch.

"I can only use healing magic, also illusions and teleporting." He told him truthfully and took a sip from the red wine.

Tony nodded again, trying to think of another question that wouldn't anger the god and cause a scene. But he didn't have to because suddenly the Swedish king was on stage, thanking everyone for being there and hoping to see everyone again next year. Then people started to exit the golden hall, leaving half empty glasses on tables, taking their time to say goodbye to friends that they only met that day every year. Tony turned back to Loki who was looking at all the people around him. "Would you like to continue this conversation at my hotel?" Tony asked carefully earning another shocked look from the god.

"Why do you want my company?" He eyed him suspiciously from his end of the couch.

Yeah, why would he want to continue this? Was he asking for trouble? No, he just found interest in the god and he was shocked to feel calm near Shields most wanted villain. "I guess I actually enjoyed your company." He answered him truthfully and gave him a smirk.

Loki was still shocked but couldn't help but smile. "Well, if I am to have a drink with you I should probably teleport over there. I don't want all the avengers to know that I am here." He spoke and stood up, Tony getting up as well.

"Hilton hotel." Tony said and Loki was gone. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed but no one had their eyes on them. So he made his way out of the golden hall.

Tony walked in to the entrance hall of the hotel, he was greeted by the receptionist and she told him that he had a guest for him that was waiting at the bar. Tony thanked her and walked over at the lounge area and there he sat in an armchair, looking out at Stockholm and a drink in his hand. Tony walked to the bar and ordered some whisky, when he got it he walked over to the god who smiled up at him and followed his movement when he sat down.

"What are you drinking?" Tony asked and looked at the fancy glass with some kind of light yellow colour liquid.

Loki chuckled and looked at his drink. "It is called a White lady." He said and took a sip from his drink.

"It doesn't surprise me that you like sweet yet sour drinks." Tony stated and grinned at the god who only smiled at his sarcasm. "So what kind of good deeds have you done?" Tony asked and looked at the city.

Loki seemed to take some time to think. "I helped a family out of a burning building in Paris." He started and showed one finger. "I healed a man that was in a car accident." Another finger got up. "I was the one who stopped the man who tried to blow himself up here in Stockholm; it's funny that everyone thought that he just failed." Loki chuckled and got a third finger up. Tony chuckled with him at that, he had heard of the man that failed miserably by pushing the button too early and explode in an ally, no one else got hurt except him, he died. "I also saved a man that was lost in the woods." He said and the forth finger was raised, but then the hand fell and rested on the armrest.

"Only four good deeds? How long have you been here?" Tony exclaimed and couldn't help but hide his laugh.

"I can't do much when I must remain a secret." Loki told him and pouted. "Trust me, I want to do more but then I would risk being exposed." He said truthfully. "And I've been here for 3 months now."

Tony nodded and smiled at him. "I'm happy to hear that you want this." He said and took a sip from his whisky.

Loki nodded and looked at his drink. Tony could see that he was getting tired of these questions and he was proven right. "So I've heard that you have, as you Midgardians put, come out of the closet?" Loki said with a smirk.

Tony laughed and nodded, he ran a hand through his hair again. "It doesn't seem fair that you are the only one who answers questions. So is there anything more you want to know?" He asked and swirled his drink.

Loki bit his lower lip, thinking. "Have you done it, with a man?" He asked with a low voice, not looking at the man beside him.

"Yes, I have. I am after all called a playboy so I have done it many times with different men." Tony said and smirked. "Have you done it with a man? Or is it only women that suit you?" Tony asks carefully. In some way he wanted Loki to at least be open minded, but he didn't know why he wanted that. Loki was extremely sexy but he couldn't fraternize with the enemy, he was a hero after all. But he was having a hard time seeing Loki as an enemy at the moment; sitting there calmly with a white lady in his hand, knowing that he had done four good deeds.

"Yes I have, some of the guards in Asgard can confirm that." Loki said, face unreadable. But in some way Tony could see that it wasn't just talking conquests and remembering him talking about two months in a prison with no human rights, he could only imagine that he had added to the list unwillingly. It's sick and he surely felt it when he felt his stomach twist by the realization.

"I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, and you should know that you are not my worst." Tony said and put a hand on Loki's surprisingly smooth hand.

"What?" Loki asked confused and some kind of fear in there too, looking down at the masculine hand on his.

"I can only imagine what happened to you in that prison but if it was like I think it was I can only say that if I had known I would have tried to do something about it." Tony said truthfully, absently making circles with his thumbs.

Loki looked in to his eyes, dark green showing sadness, anger and fear. He took his hand out of Tony's and stood up. "I have to go." That was the only thing he said before he disappeared. Tony looked around to confirm that no one had seen him teleport and once again they were lucky. He sighed and looked at his whisky. What did he say wrong?