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Tony Stark never really had much of a reputation when it came to thinking things through. He didn't feel the need too. Most of the time he just got lucky and things worked out in the end; or rather Pepper would fix it. But just Tony's luck, Miss Pepper Potts couldn't fix this one.
Fresh cup of coffee in hand, Tony sat down on his favourite couch in the TV room of his newly restored New York penthouse. His eyes were focused on the TV, which was playing re-runs of Firefly. As hard as he tried, though, he couldn't pay attention; his brain was more focused on trying to figure out a way to get out of the mess the God of Mischief had put him in.
Loki and Tony had already been sleeping together for the past couple of weeks. Loki just shows up whenever he wants, at any hour of the day or night, (Tony refuses to forget the time he got woken up at 4am after only an hour's sleep). His mind keeps telling him that he needs to man the fuck up and just say no, but dammit that son of a bitch was just too good to resist.
However, now he had no choice but to end whatever the fuck they were doing now, because last time they nearly got caught.
They were down in Tony's workshop, and Loki was on his knees making better use of his silver tongue. Tony had just let out a strangled moan when he caught the unmistakable sound of heels clicking their way down the stairs.
Tony's eyes had widened and he quickly tried to push the God away from him. "Shit! Loki its Pepper, get the fuck up", he hissed at the occupied God. The bastard just smirked and looked like he was going to continue, probably just to irritate Tony. The only thing that must have stopped him was the thought that Tony would properly not let him forget it. So Loki got up and calmly smooth the hair out of his smirking face, while the frantic Tony shoved himself back into his grease stained jeans, trying not to get anything precious caught in the process. Loki had leaned forward to give Tony's neck a quick nip, much to Tony's irritation, before disappearing from the room in a puff of smoke.
Tony heard the distant sound of Pepper punching in her access code and he waved his arms around frantically trying to rid the room of the smoke.
"Uh Tony, are you okay?"
Tony turned quickly to see Pepper standing before him, carrying a large pile of papers and wearing a look of concern on her face. "Me? I'm fine, great, top of the world, you look lovely as always, is that a new dress, it's stunning." He answered in a rush. Calm down idiot, Tony thought to himself.
Pepper's eyes just tightened as she had looked Tony up and down, before she replied slowly. "As I appreciate your compliment, no Tony this isn't new, you've seen this dress a dozen times before. Are you sure you're okay? You looked pretty flustered when I interrupted your….. arm flapping."
"Like I said Peps, I perfectly perfect as always," he replied with a charming grin, purposely avoiding her eyes. Tony had then turned his attention to a suddenly interesting wrench that lay on the table next to him. "What was it that you wanted? I'm a very busy man you know."
Pepper still looked unconvinced, but thankfully she chose to leave it and proceeded to talk Tony through the month's supply of papers he had avoided doing so far.
Tony leaned back to take a long sip of his coffee, face turning into a grimace, because the coffee was now stone cold. Stiff joints groaning, he turned off the TV, got up and made his way to the kitchen to get another pot of coffee.
"JARVIS, you there?" Tony asked, while pouring out the ruined coffee.
"Always and forever, sir" replied his faithful assistant.
"Do you think I make bad choices?" Tony asked.
"Did you want me to comment on a particular time, or just how you are in general, sir?"
"Wow, you know hun, your faith in me warms my heart, it truly does," Tony huffed in annoyance. JARVIS was smart enough not to reply to that one. New coffee in hand, Tony set himself down in one of the kitchen stools and went back to his earlier task. How to tell a God he wants to break up their sex sessions.
Tony stared off into space taking small sips of his coffee. He didn't want to give up sex with Loki, because the demigod was fucking brilliant in bed. But even now he could hear Pepper's disapproving lecture in his head. He didn't even want to begin to think about what his fellow Avengers had to say. Steve was just beginning to like him and Natasha would kill him, while enjoying every moment.
Tony was just thinking he might as well just top himself now, before any deadly women got to him, when he felt a sudden shift in the air and knew he wasn't alone any more "Better get this over with," he mumbled. Drowning the last of his coffee, he ran a hand over his face and made his way to the bedroom. He stalled at the door with a hand on the handle, taking a deep breath and composing his face into a somewhat relaxed position, he opened the door and walked in.
Clicking the door closed behind him, his gaze made its way over to the window where the God was currently standing. At the sound of the door, Loki turned around and grinned at the smaller man. Tony gulped and felt his arousal peek as Loki began to make his way across the room.
This is not gonna be good.