A frostiron fic with slightly darker themes and hopefully it will also contain a good story haha xD So yes, read, enjoy and feel free to review if you can be bothered :) 'Explicit' version here /works/956959/chapters/1873309 on archive of our own :)

It had been a few months since he had let go at the Bifrost, the incident still annoyingly fresh in his mind. His rightful claim to the throne of Asgard, he was made to rule and it was ripped away from him because of what he was and what he wasn't. The last thing he saw before falling to Midgard was the pained face of his idiotic brother mourning for him as he fell to his 'death'. He didn't believe it for a second, why would they mourn a monster? He didn't want to be mourned. He was glad to be rid of that place, those people; they had no sense of what was good for them in Asgard, he certainly wouldn't miss it, it was never home. Although, now, now he was stuck on Midgard where the people were just as foolish and generally annoying, though he found they were much easier to… persuade. Be it sex, violence or empty promises, human certainly were fickle pathetic creatures. Yes, he would certainly do well here and he had an idea as to where he should start.

While on Midgard he heard talk of one Midgardian that seemed to be of noteworthy substance. A 'genius' engineer who designs high tech weapons of mass destruction, rich powerful and apparently not all that bad looking, he was someone that he could definitely use. He needed someone with power, someone who he could manipulate, and this man, this Tony Stark was just what he was looking for.

Anyone that had even heard the name Tony Stark knew that he would just about sleep with anyone, he was infamous for his parties, the amount he drank and how very 'unfussy' he was when it came to such things. Loki knew that this man was practically made for him to exploit, a nice little bonus for him in his rise to power.

The party was just as notorious as everybody thought it would be, and they all loved it. Tony Stark knew that no one could out do him, especially in this department;

"Why don't you lovely ladies got out onto my private balcony and I will find us a bottle of our very own champagne." He watched them walk away, admiring every single one of their bodies before turning to find the champagne, not forgetting to top himself up with a couple of fingers of whiskey first. He sauntered out on the balcony ready to get this night kicked off properly, he didn't notice how strangely quiet it was until he had slid shut the door behind him and turned around. Not one of the women were standing on the balcony, just a man, in a rather expensive looking black suit casually leaning on the railing of the balcony holding a black cane in the other hand.

"And you are?" Tony made towards the man, more curious than anything (he blamed the drink, but didn't he always?) The man turned around slowly, an eyebrow raised and a sly grin across his lips, he slowly moved towards Tony almost prowling.

"Loki Laufeyson, the illustrious Tony Stark I presume?" He held out a hand for Tony, who grasped it firmly, as he pulled his hand away he made sure to let his fingertips trail over Tony's hand.

"Yes indeed, I am assuming you are here for a reason?"

"Well, in a way yes, and in a way you are the reason. But I'm sure we can discuss that later."

"Whatever you say Mr Laufeyson, champagne?"

"Of course, and Tony, please call me Loki" Tony barely had time to think about where the hell the glasses came from before Loki was handing him a full glass of champagne.

"Is there any particular occasion for this party tonight?" Loki raised the glass to his lips slowly, staring intently at Tony, waiting for him to speak.

"Stark industries have just developed a range of new 'technologies' and I also just wanted a party, mostly the second one."

"Well, Tony, I am very interested in these new technologies you speak of, however I'm sure all of that can wait." Loki slowly moved closer to Tony, he felt a strong desire to learn more about this man, to know him, to explore him. He raised the top of his cane and lifted Tony's chin, he was incredibly close now, so close he could feel Tony's breath on his cheek laced with the smell of alcohol.

"More champagne, Mr Stark?" An intent look was shared between them before Tony nodded ever so slightly. Soon enough the bottle had been drained, both men talking aimlessly about everything and nothing, Loki biding his time, giving Tony time to 'trust him', well at least get to know him 'better'.

"How about, we actually go inside now and find some more drink?" Tony wrapped a firm hand around Loki's thin wrist and led him inside to the bar, generating more than a few interested and curious looks from some of the party goers as to who this strange man was. Tony acquired both of them a rather strong drink and raised his glass in a small toast,

"To… erm, strangers and alcohol?" Loki leaned forward and practically purred in Tony's ear;

"To strangers and alcohol." One side of his mouth rose into a devilish grin before he knocked back his drink and quickly attained them both another one.

Tony, what could only be described as, giggled as the ascended the stairs to his private suite; Loki smirked as he walked behind Tony, this was too easy, it had took less than six hours to get Tony under his thumb and now he was taking him upstairs, certainly living up to his reputation. Of course Tony was already attempting to talk about the technology that was being developed but Loki had other plans.

"I assuming you have your own private bar up here?"

"Good guess, it's over there somewhere help yourself, Oh! Get me one too" Loki brought over two glasses filled with amber liquid and handed one over to Tony,

"To a new… well, we will see what happens." They both finished their drinks in one go; Loki's face remained impassive as Tony grimaced slightly at the burn of the alcohol. The next thing Tony knew was a glass on the floor and a hot wanting mouth covering his, licking and nipping at his lips, demanding entrance. Tony allowed him access and felt a tongue slide into his mouth and against his own, both battling for dominance. Loki pulled Tony's head back by tugging not to softly on his hair causing him to gasp,

"You know Tony Stark, I see a small part of myself in you, take that whichever way you want to." Tony grinned, Loki's plan was now moving along; even though he had done what he planned to do, planting the seed of thought if you will, he might as well take more, he could always take more.

"Before you say anything, I can offer you great things Tony Stark and you might have things I could use in return. Think about it, but not just yet." Their passion wasn't a flood of light and sparks of electricity flowing through their veins. It was a dark and slow burning need for what the other had and what they could give the other. It was a power hungry god claiming this enigma of a man as his own and lingering smoulder of power between them being welcomed and embraced.

Naturally when Tony woke, he was alone and he was glad for it, last night had certainly been… different, and he certainly had much to think about. What the hell had even happened, well he knew exactly what happened but not why? He knew something in him had been unlocked, but he hadn't quite figured out what. Perhaps it was purpose, yes he was a famous genius, he apparently had everything he could ever want but he knew he could be more. There was always more. That's what Loki had offered him, the chance to be better, the chance to stop being forced into the light but to embrace the dark; they both wanted, needed the same thing. It wasn't a sudden realisation, he should have found it strange but he just knew it was what he was meant to be. It had always been there, a chasm being forced shut. It just took someone to show him what he could have, to bring the subjugated shadows out of him and let them grow, for him to embrace them.