Devil's trap
AUTHOR: Omano-chan for the 2013 Frostiron Bang event
ARTIST: DISIZLETZI (disizletzi . tumblr . com)
LINK TO ART POST: disizletzi . tumblr post/ 61848837365/ frostiron-bang-2013-devils-trap-by-omano-chan (just without the spaces)
PAIRING: Tony Stark/Loki
RATING: Teen& up (Maybe brushing M I'm not sure)
WARNINGS: mentions of violence (but not even canon-typical I believe) and vague mentions of suicidal thoughts. And Tony's presence has a negative impact on Loki's sophisticated dictionary.
SupernaturalAU, Demon!Tony and hunter!Loki
Summary: Once young and desperate Loki made a deal with a demon, and traded his soul for his family. What complicated the ten years he was given was that Tony Stark, the demon in question, grew fond of his mortal pet but eventually got Loki into hunting as well. And as a hunter Loki set it as his goal to kill the demon and get out of his deal.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
A/N: I unfortunately have some troubles getting Loki in character, and the last few chapters are still unbeta'd but I hope you'll like it!
Special thanks for my amazing artist,Letzi for the awesome illustration, making up with me whining and saving the day with taking the ungrateful job as my beta!
Chapter 1
~* Keep calm and…*~
Loki once young and desperate made a deal with a demon – he summoned it and bargained his soul for his family.
Four and a half years later he's sitting hunched on the floor of his poorly lit kitchen in the middle of nowhere – staring at his wrists with cuts wide open – but no blood dripping down to the floor.
"Sorry, hot stuff, but you see – I can't let you do that," came the smooth sneer from the top of the counter.
"Why? Wouldn't you get me sooner?" Loki looked up at the man in the three-part suit, perched up on his counter. Eyes a surprisingly warm shade of brown, lips twitched up into a smile.
Tony raised an amused eyebrow at him.
"Unfortunately, things aren't so easy. Apparently, I only get your soul when I'm coming for it, and since I'd promised you ten years... you might just get into the sticky hands of some other son of a bitch, which I obviously can't let happen. But you are a smart boy. You should know that. So I just cannot allow you the luxury of ending your misery so soon."
"So I've realised."
Surviving a fatal accident, waking up from a coma, healthy, without any fractured bones, or brain damage... That was hardly possible. Not to mention natural.
"Now, I've been wondering... Why aren't you with your precious family? Since you've given them so much... Anyone else would be living up all the years to come. All the 10 years I so generously gave you. Go on with your life. Especially that it's so much better than it could turn out. Finish university. Get a girl, have kids. You seem to be the type of guy who'd be killing for kids. Aren't you?"
"And please, tell me what would be the point?" Loki snapped. He was sure the other knew very well that it was nothing.
"Well, a few tons of happy moments I suppose. But maybe I'm wrong. I've never been fond of families. They only mean trouble. Don't take me all wrong, they gave me the most delicious deals... but also the most pain in the ass. Begging – please, I'll make another deal just let me stay with my family! Let me see my kid finish school!" Tony pitched his voice a bit higher, whining, mocking the pain of fathers and mothers who had made the fatal mistake of dealing with the demon. "And there'd come the let me see them graduate, get married, settle down blah blah... But where'd be the point of making a deal then? And then they just call me cruel."
"You didn't force them into the deal..." Loki muttered turning his eyes back to the stainless floor.
"That's right, babe," Loki could hear the fabric rustle a bit as Tony shifted his position on the counter. "This is exactly why I can't wrap my mind around your behaviour. Others are begging for more time, and you just want to jump off the train? Did I really put you through such misery? I thought I made good for you?"
"Don't dare to mock me!" Loki snapped and jerked his head up to glare at Tony. "We both know you enjoy watching! I've felt you keeping an eye on me! You've been stalking me-!"
"I've only been keeping an eye on my investment." Tony shrugged nonchalantly.
"That's creepy! How am I supposed to have a normal life, when I know, that a demon is watching my every step?"
"Don't flatter yourself that much, darling, it wasn't every step of yours. I have a business to run," an evil smirk graced Tony's features, "And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it... now and then... You weren't that much bothered of being watched."
...Fuck right...
"So you see... What happened to your precious family? If we are already engaged in this lovely domestic conversation," Loki didn't even have to spare a glance at Tony to know the other was enjoying himself like someone watching some ridiculous soap opera on TV.
"…They found out I'm a freak," Loki spat out after long moments of rolling the words around his tongue.
"They?" Tony threw back his head to let out a bark of sharp laughter. "Oh my, your family is so hilarious! I love them – not that I wouldn't want to shove a glowstick up your father's ass sometimes, but still.
"But okay, fine, you don't take my humour well, that's fine, babe, you'll get used to it, and realize it's easier to laugh with me. They say it hurts less. Oh, fuck, you are one precious thing. I knew I had to keep you."
It took Tony this long ramble for his giggles to subside into a shark-like sharp smirk.
"Let's say you leave them. People would go around, and then what? Lead a hedonist life? I surely would, Hell, why not? Since you know when it's going to end, you can just burn it down! Make rich, gamble, man! Or since you seem the intellectual type, go out and save as many people as you can squeeze into 10 years. Or write a book. A penny for your thoughts... you'd make it rich. You'd have girls, money... Life of a shooting star! What else could you ask for? So many dumbasses would be killing for your opportunities. Look into the mirror, Princess, and let me tell you, apart from the scary haunted face, like 'oh-shit-I-just-saw-a-ghost', which is actually only half true, you are pretty sexy. Moreover even with this slight psycho look you could make it! Make the bitches kneel. I've seen bastards living such life without your capacities – what else would you need?"
Yes. What could he ask for?
The worst part? Loki knew Tony was right. He could have made it all. Get everything and anything. But there was a tiny problem. He didn't want them. He only wanted it to be over.
"Ahh, I see, you are hopeless, I can't do anything with your pretty depressed ass... But, hey, lucky day! I just might be in a merciful mood today..." Tony leaned forward, and even though he was still so far away Loki could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over his skin, heavy lidded eyes flaring blood red. "Tell me what you want. And I'll consider fulfilling your needs."
-So choose wisely.
It was all reminding Loki too much of that kiss that ruined his whole life. Why he couldn't have anything.
Loki could ask for so many things.
His family to be back to normal.
He could ask for more time so that he would see a reason to try and make something out of it. Make up for his wasted four years and use it wisely this time, living up every second knowing that they were running short.
He could ask to be able to die.
He could ask for his freedom. For his soul back.
He could ask for...
But it wasn't that kind of bargain. There was no guarantee he was going to get his wish. It would just be considered – at the luckiest odds. His wish had to meet Tony's... in some way or the other.
"Fuck me."
…
"With pleasure."
When asleep, he really didn't look that dangerous. Or threatening. Or a demon, for the matter. His skin was slightly darker than a normal tan, a bronze glow in the morning rays of the sun sneaking through the shutters. Messy bed-head, softened features. Loki could get used to the sight. In his bed. Which wasn't really his. He never had such comfortable, king sized bed. At least there were some advantages in comfort if a demon was bedding you.
Loki barely stood the strong gut wrenching urge – need – to reach out –just stretch his fingers – and run them along Tony's cheekbone down to his beard, or to just steal a last touch of silky tousled hair.
"Kinky," Tony drawled still only half-conscious tied to a kitchen chair in the devil's trap circle drawn on the floor.
"Not really," Loki snorted from the corner of the room. His voice was tense as he watched Tony shake his head tentatively from one side to the other, then jerk it back – as if his neck was incapable of normal movements. The skin on Tony's throat was tight, golden-brown and so, so tempting. Loki would swear he saw the artery thrum under his skin.
"Don't be so nervous hot stuff. That ruins all the fun."
"Did I happen to hit your head too hard?" Loki growled in annoyance to cover up for his nervousness.
"No. Not really. It's a bit hard in a bed too. So no. Barely a bump, but nothin' much to worry about… First time, huh?" Tony asked then as he looked down the line of his nose to make out the magic circle he was now sitting in. "You're some type of a sadist."
"Unlike you…"
"Now you're being racist… You know I'm into all kinky stuff. And I absolutely have nothing against bondage, but maybe you'd prefer it in bed. Trust me, I'm an engineer. Okay, maybe not the best reference – do you even get it? What I'm trying to say is that I'm an expert and you should know we could talk about your kinks. Nothing to be ashamed of in front of me."
"Are you being nervous, or you are just simply incapable of shutting up for a minute?"
"Why would I be nervous? I might be missing your point here."
"Ah, nothing much. You are just going to be exorcised."
"Now that… Nope, I just happen to be a great admirer of – I mean addicted to –caffeine. I'm always like this before I charm my first cup of coffee out of some pretty cashier lady or guy. I'm quite picky."
Loki wished desperately he could kick the demon's pretty sexy ass back to Hell on his own. But he had done his homework, so it was time to take sore serious measures. Swallowing back all his anxiety and inhibitions, controlling the shivering of his hand and the tremor in his voice by sheer will he took his journal and started reading out loud.
"Regna terrae, cantata Deo,
psallite Domin
qui fertis super caelum
caeli ad Orientem
Ecce dabit voci Suae
tribuite virtutem Deo"
Loki didn't really dare to look up from his journal. He barely glanced up as he heard Tony groan, and the chair crunch as he jerked. His head snapped from one side to the other with neck-breaking force and speed. The demon grunted and hissed and then panted to try and swallow back the sounds trying to escape his throat with his dignity.
He could end this…
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanic potestas, omnis incursion
infernalis adversari, omnis legio,
omnis congregation et secta diabolica…"
All of a sudden Tony burst out in hysteric laughter.
Loki snapped his mouth shut immediately and just stared at Tony in shock and confusion.
"Oohh sorry! Sorry! You can go on if you want!" Tony gasped as he tried to regain his composure, then glanced up at Loki and fell back into bubbles of laughter.
"What is so funny?!" Loki all but shouted at him.
A demon wasn't supposed to be laughing in the middle of its exorcism!
"Oh, boy! Don't you have a sexy voice! I wish you'd dug up the longer version" Tony sighed dreamily then a few giggles bubbled up from his chest again. "I wouldn't mind listening to you until you finish… Damn I would kill to see your face! But pretending an exorcism to be working on me is a bit difficult first thing in the morning. I might have hurt my neck"
Tony wasn't supposed to be sitting so calm in his chair! He was fucking enjoying himself!
"Pretending?! You're lying! How the fucking hell wouldn't it work on you?!"
"Binding spell." Tony stated matter of factly. As if it were the most natural thing in the world that a demon can just escape its exorcism and turn it into his own amusement instead! "This body – is actually mine. You can't chase me out of it."
Loki frowned at him. Teeth gritted, fists clenched and shaking, eyes ablaze with despair and hatred.
"Demons don't have bodies!"
"You tell me!" Tony quirked an eyebrow, then cracked a toothy pearly white grin. "That's the whole point of a very strong binding spell. So in the end – I do. This one is mine. I told you. You're not getting rid of me."
"How?"
"Deal," Tony told him on the voice you speak to a stupid kid. "You'll love this story," He cleared his throat as you start a bedtime fairy tale, "Once upon a time there was a smart bastard who wanted power and fame. He was a genius turning to me. But apparently when his time came he didn't want to die. Have I mentioned he was a genius? He managed to offer me something valuable enough to leave his miserable excuse of a life – the one and only time I agreed to a second turn of deals. So I got his baby boy. And in a year or two, we got a very precious and strong bond. And happy ending: the bastard in the end went to Hell. Only a few years later than our first deal was set, but hey! Here I got my body. Everyone got what they deserved."
"Son of a bitch…So this," Loki waved shakily with his hand, gesturing at Tony's body, "is of that boy's?"
"It's mine, dumbass. It's only his, as it's born flesh and bone. And now, stupidity wears off my good mood and patience." Tony sighed dramatically and Loki was too late to catch the red flare of his eyes and the nonexistent wave of Tony's hand.
"One more advice, Princess-"
Loki gasped as all air left his lungs, his back flat against the wall. Loki could barely breathe from the sudden huge pressure on his chest.
"- do your homework first, before you try and exorcise a demon- "
Tony was walking up to him as nonchalant and easy as ever. Suit back in place without a wrinkle on his velvet shirt or any stray of hair hanging in his forehead. Tony stood now only a breath width away from Loki, and it became even harder to breathe. The air was too hot, too dry! His lungs couldn't handle that.
"- Watch out for the cracks on the floor next time."
And Tony crushed their lips together in a bruising punishingly deep kiss, sucking all the air out of Loki's body.
Loki was about to black out when Tony finally let go and left Loki writhing and gasping for air on the floor. With no trace of the demon's visit apart from Loki's bruised and burnt lips.
A/N: This work can be found on my tumblr (omano-chan . tumblr . com) under the label Devil's Trap :)
I hope you enjoyed it so far and will the next chapters too :) please share your thoughts with me! Thank you ^^
