"And what would you be doing here?"

Tony was pointing the energy cannon on his palm towards a figure still hidden in shadows, but whose silhouette was hard to mistake with any else's, mostly thanks to a pair of golden satanic horns crowning his helmet.

And yes, the oppressive feeling of being in front of something able to turn your skin into cockroaches by just snapping his fingers helped identifying his guest too, that was for sure.

He stepped off the shadow, revealing himself.

"Do you refer at Gods as they were old friends nowadays? You humans are surely puzzling things."

Loki's green eyes were slightly glowing, as there were gems hidden within his iris, catching all the reflexes of the moonlight and giving them back in a ghostly glare.

He wasn't as imposing as Thor, but his presence alone was enough to make Stark want to be anywhere else but there: Loki wasn't just scary, it was like every nerve and synapses of his body was screaming to him to stay away from that man.

"I asked you what are you doing here, Loki." Stark repeated, charging the energy on his hand with a buzzing sound, ready to at least make some big boom-like noise to attract the attention of the other Avengers "Your brother is not in the Tower, and I have no idea where he is, nor I am willing to listen to any suggestion, offer or proposal: I've been warned enough about your deceptions."

Loki smirked and walked nonchalantly towards Tony, ignoring the threatening of the incoming energy beam. His green and heavy cloak waved behind his back, accompanying his steps, but that or the golden armor didn't make a sound, no clanging, no flapping, nothing: as he was made of air, of nothing.

An illusion?

"Where are you hidden?"

"Can't you detect me?"

"You know I can't… technology doesn't worth much against magic."

"At least you are aware"

The sound came from behind Tony's back, and he found a hand on his armored shoulder, a hand with long fingers and dark green polish on nails.

"You know, I've always wondered why you do paint your nails…"

"You know, I've always wondered why you spend hours styling and shaping your beard."

"Touché."

They were facing each other now.

Wearing his Iron Man suit Tony nearly matched Loki's height, but the difference was still enough to allow the god to look at him from above… not a good sensation.

"You haven't told me why are you here yet."

Loki stirred an amused smile.

"Your existence bothers my brother: he finds you mostly untrustworthy, vain and way too similar to his younger self… I wanted to check."

Tony blinked, puzzled.

"It's that so? You risked stepping inside the Avengers Tower just because you wanted to know someone you brother doesn't like?"

"As I hate him, so everyone he hates becomes dear to me." explained calmly Loki, pointing a finger at the glowing circle on Tony's chest "Besides, it's not like you all represent any danger for me, if my brother is not around."

"You underestimate us."

"No, you overestimate yourselves. You are just humans in the end."

Tony grunted, behind the mask: he didn't like be reminded of that.

Loki seemed quite happy with that reaction, and began studying the room: it was one of the various places Stark used to work in and, consequently, to sleep in, even if the only hint of that was a cot that saw better days with messy sheets abandoned on it. For someone described by his brother as the most self loving person that ever lived, it was rather stark…

The God of Mischief chuckled, amused by his own inner joke.

"Why are you laughing now? Do you find blueprints that funny?"

Tony reached for the working table, clumsy collecting all the papers on it, not aided at all by the indelicate gloves of the suit.

"Oh no… it's just that my image of you was different… my brother is really terrible at judging people."

"Well, he is right about you."

Loki came toward him, challenging the engineer with his eyes.

"Is he? What did he said?"

"That we have not to trust you, as when you speak, you speak lies."

"Oh, that's funny! You know what he said about you?"

Tony removed the front part of his helmet, revealing his face, to stare back at Loki's eyes.

The god was too sure of himself, and that was incredibly annoying to him.

"What did he say?"

"He said that I don't have to trust you, as when you speak, you are drunk."

Stark didn't even think about it, the fist was already travelling towards the god's face, but was promptly blocked.

Bare hands were clasping around the thick metal of his armor, but he could feel the pressure anyway: he had to thank he was actually in his suit, or at the moment he would have been probably be really busy removing pieces of shattered bones from his own flesh.

Loki wasn't in Thor's league, if they were to talk about strength, but sure it was somewhere around Steve's… and that was fairy enough.

"You are an impudent one, Tony Stark."

"And you definitely like to tease way too much, Loki Laufeyson."

Loki smirked, and got closer, his lips nearly brushing on Tony's.

"You know Stark, I spent eight years among humans once, as a woman, to study why my brother liked them so much… and I found that the most interesting parts of them had nothing to do with hearth or intentions…"

"Is that so?"

Tony found himself allowed to retreat his fist, and instead of stepping back, he wrapped his arms around the god's waist, bewitched by his unnaturally green eyes.

He couldn't escape, and he didn't want to.

But he wasn't able to tell yet if it was his own will, or one of Loki's tricks.

Tony's armor wasn't on his body anymore, abandoned near the camp bed in a pile, looking like some stolen trophy, raped from a battlefield and then forgotten.

But there was no sign of Loki's, as there was not of his clothes.

The god just waved lazily his hand in the air and they were gone, turning into an evanescent image of themselves before disappearing. He kept just jewelry on, some chiseled golden bracelets he didn't seem eager to take off.

In any other situation, Stark would have considered that strange, at the moment it was just a tantrum of a beautifully dangerous snake in man clothes, and really sexy ones, that was far enough to distract him from being smart, reasonable or whatsoever.

He had expected Loki to start off a fight for dominance, instead he lured the human into his arms, whispering fast words to persuade the iron suit to slip away, not shielding anymore the tanned body of the Avenger.

Tony didn't even bothered thinking that this was potentially really dangerous, that Loki wasn't supposed to know a way to get rid of his armor just by moving his lips. Because those lips full of lies now were on his own, hungrily reaching for a lustful kiss: Stark lied over the slender figure of the trickster, pressing his weight against Loki, to trap him under himself against the thin and dirty mattress of the cot.

They just kissed for what seemed an eternity, fingers running through each other's hair, rubbing cheeks and noses together, panting and stealing each other's breath, tongues meeting in a painfully slow war full of quick, dazzling battles.

But at some point, Tony just couldn't hold any longer.

He was just a human, he had not the unbreakable patience of the god of deception and of fire, nor his ability to conceal his intentions.

He suddenly lifted himself enough to allow Loki to move and whispered against his lips "turn". The god stole a short kiss, before rolling on his belly, offering to the Avenger the sight of his back, pale as the moon, arching it as Tony began to kiss it, tracing his way down his spine, until he reached for his buttocks, spreading them with rough fingers, licking the twitching hole of the mischievous god.

Loki wasn't much of a screamer, he hardly made any sound.

Even when Tony entered him, and every inch of the human's erection burned against his tense ring of muscles, he just let out a soft moan… but Stark could tell he was liking it.

He could tell from how the fingers of Laufey's son were clinging around the bed sheets, he could tell from how Loki quickly started in what seemed surprise when his thrusts were angled just right, he could tell from how the breath of the god become more and more irregular, and heavy, interrupted by brief high pinched sighs.

After not much, Loki lifted himself to meet Tony's hips, pushing to let him dive deeper inside his body, biting his lips, tense as a violin's string.

Tony rested his hands on the god's hips, to support himself and to keep him still.

Then he began seriously thrust.

Furious, fast, hard.

Loki was curled over himself, moaning and sobbing, in ecstasy: he didn't let Stark have fun for long, because suddenly he arched back, pushing with all he had got against the other man, hands grasping against Tony's arms to stop him, and to support himself.

Just the right angle, just the right second.

With a silent scream, he reached the climax, and with a strangled sigh he let himself fall on the mattress, hearth pounding fast.

Tony was hypnotized.

He delicately leaned over the god, crouched on the bed, kissing his shoulder, while his rock hard erection was still pulsating and leaking precum.

Loki turned his face, green eyes searching for the human's, and he smiled his shiftily.

"Come here, they don't call me Silver Tongue for no reason"

Stark chuckled, and sat on the mighty creature's chest, offering his manhood to the trickster's lips, but Loki didn't allow the human to enjoy his services for long: his skilled tongue drove the already really aroused man to release so fast Tony just had the time to tug Loki's hair while coming deep inside his throat, making his cough in surprise as he set his mouth free.

"A god just swallowed m…"

"Enough!"

Loki shouted him up, rising a finger as he cleaned from the Avenger's sperm the side of his mouth.

He didn't seem much annoyed though.

He sat up, shoving Tony on the opposite side of the shaky camp bed, and crawled over him, attacking his neck.

When Stark managed to regain control, meeting the trickster's lips, all he was able to notice was a really satisfied smirk.

"I fell for one of your tricks, didn't I?"

Tony asked, caressing Loki's back like it didn't matter so much.

"I never so something for no reason"

"And the reason for this was…?"

"My brother doesn't like you already, and being him a proud and close-minded traditionalist as he is, he doesn't like people that shame his little brother by humoring his wanton desire of being used like a woman so…" the light in his eyes was triumphant "I think I just managed to crack the unity that makes Avengers so strong."

Tony frowned.

"And how he is supposed to find out?"

"Oh Tony Stark, I'm still his younger brother… he would be able to smell my scent on you even if you bathe in cologne for the rest of your days, you know?" Loki laughed, before disappearing from the Avenger's embrace, just to appear again on the other side of the room, completely dressed.

"You little tricky bastard…"

Hissed Tony, reaching for his armor's glove, to have at least something to defend himself with.

"You honor me with those words! How kind!" Loki bowed theatrically, and then wrapped himself in his cloak "but I fear now is time for me to go… farewell, Tony Stark"

A blink he vanished, the blink after he was pressing his lips on those of the puzzled human being.

"But I have to admit it was really good."

Tony wasn't able to say anything, to try to do anything, as the world began to spin.

The kiss, there was some kind of sweet tasting venom on the god's lips, that was all he was able to think before the world faded to black.

And with a thud, he fell.