Part 1

"You have your Midgard…your throne there… You have the Chitauri forever at your disposal. Now…give us the tessaract…" The Other spoke in his cold voice that would send chills through any weaker man.

But not this God; not Loki. He just smirked. "So impatient…" he chuckled, leaning against a boulder in the familiar and dark realm he had sought audience with The Other before. His scepter was resting beside him, his arms folded as he watched The Other stalk back and forth ominously. Loki stood calmly though, not thinking of past threats he'd receive from The Other, nor what he knew his master could do to him… He just stood proud, his Kingly Asgardian uniform with armor, his horns curved majestically as he watched The Other.

"You made a promise, Asgardian… I'd advise you not to play our patience!" The Other spat.

"Oh, calm yourself. I plan to give you what it is you want." Loki waved his irritation away. "As soon as I am sure I keep what I want."

"The Chitauri is yours to control, to do your bidding." The Other grumbled, sure that was what he meant.

"I intend to keep this glorious scepter of yours." He said, picking it up and observing it. The Other seemed to growl in annoyance. "It's come in handy, and there's still use I have for it… It shouldn't be too much of a trouble, should it? After all I've done for you?"

"What use could you have for the scepter any longer?!"

"I just might need a little influence on those I intend to keep at my disposal. Are you denying me the scepter? While I still have the tessaract? Tsk tsk…" Loki shook his head, ignoring more growls.

"HE will not take so lightly to being denied what is his, Asgardian, so enough fooling around!" The Other snapped at Loki.

"Promise me the scepter."

He seemed to glare at Loki, though his eyes were not seen. He stalked back and forth, watching the raven-haired God. Until finally, he stopped. "…You may keep the scepter, to use as you wish… But should you deny the tessaract any longer, or defy our Master in any way with the weapon he gives you…you will pay, and you know just how you will pay…" those last words leaked so softly with an ominous threat.

Loki's eyes narrowed, ignoring the flash of memory of the hours of torture he'd endured from Thanos, simply to show him what COULD happen to him, if he turned on or disappointed the devil he'd made a deal with. "…Understood…"

With a wave of his hand then, he'd summoned the glowing blue cube into his palm. He gazed at it once it had fully materialized. The memories of his victory with this object passed through his mind. The submission of Human Race to his rule, the pride of finally, finally succeeding. The fall of the Avengers…minus a special member. Tony Stark, in all his brilliance, had never expected to fall under Loki's control by the scepter, nor did he expect to turn on his previous allies and bring their downfall, at Loki's side. Oh, but he did. Loki was very proud of his dear puppet, and that dear puppet was his reason for keeping the scepter. He wasn't so ready to release him from his strings…

The Other watched Loki, growing annoyed as the blue reflection in Loki's eyes soon died down. He lowered the cube from in front of his face, looking to The Other who began stalking toward him. Once the creature was close enough, Loki offered out the object that had been so craved, The Other snatching it away. Loki smirked a dark smirk and took the scepter in his hand. "Is our business done here?"

"For now, Asgardian… But remember my warning… Appreciate the power your Master has given you, and you would do best not to defy him…" with each word The Other spoke, the dark realm was slowly shimmering away in a mist of colors; black, dark blue, purple until it was replaced with familiar walls and furniture of a certain Midgardian building. Stark Tower.

Loki's eyes had fallen shut upon his return, but at the sound of footsteps, they slid open and he turned his head just in time to see Tony Stark, suited up except for the helmet, walking up to him. He knelt beside Loki, arm resting upon his knee and blue, tessaract-control-influenced eyes looking into Loki's.

"Did it go well, Master?" he asked carefully.

Loki smirked at him. "It went perfectly. Any trouble while I was preoccupied?" he had been speaking with The Other for nearly an hour, giving updates before getting down to the real business.

Tony shook his head, giving a small smirk. "Nothing I can't handle. Just a few rebels running amuck, but their attempts were feeble. The Chitauri put a stop to their antics, tossing the rebels into the ship chambers. And I gave a short speech, informing them to keep in line."

"Very good." Loki smiled, and he moved to stand then. The attempt was a struggled one—his audiences with the other always left him feeling slightly weak, he despised it…

Tony steadied him, a flicker of worry on his face. "Master?"

Loki shook his head. "Worry not, Anthony…" he looked into those influenced-blue eyes and knew the weakness was worth it, the time it took to keep what he had wished to keep was worth it. With the scepter still in his hand, that meant Tony still at his side.

And Loki was not giving his dear puppet up…not just yet…

"Do you need rest?" Tony questioned.

Loki shook his head, standing tall, as if he felt no weakness at all. "Don't think so little of me." He chuckled, stepping closer to Tony who had stood with him.

"I don't, Master, I just…worry…" Tony had come closer, his eyes running along Loki's frame, then back to his face.

Loki smirked at that. Such worry amused and touched him. He was easily amused by the worry and concern that his puppet would show him…and that just made him fonder of his company. Whether that company, in the end, was willing or not…Loki did not believe he would let it go.

Loki caressed Tony's cheek, the smirk still upon his face. "You don't need to. We never shall again worry… The world is mine, as are you…we succeeded, Love."

Tony smirked back, his cockiness showing through. "We did. Though, you wouldn't have been able to do it as smoothly if not for me." He crossed his arms.

"Maybe so…" He chuckled.

Tony's smirk softened. "I will serve you until the end, Master. You have my power, my strength, my mind, my soul…" he kneeled upon his knees before Loki.

"…All of you…" Loki sighed in a deep tone. And as Tony rose to his feet to look him in the eyes again, Loki had taken the man's' lips with his own, roughly and with fervor. His hand moved to grip the back of Tony's neck possessively, the other hand wounding around his still suited waist as Tony's arms grasped Loki's waist, pulling their bodies together.

"You have all of me, Master. Until the end."


The man in the suit of red and gold soured through the air of the city of New York, surveying and insuring no disturbances were going on away from his and his masters' watch. It seems using the last rebels' actions and punishment as an example has taught Loki's subjects their lesson.

They were going about their days as they were instructed; receive your needed possession for the week such as food and bathroom necessities and such, and return to your homes, and stay there unless instructed otherwise. Any humans out against orders are to be warned; but only once.

Tony's next task was one that was recommended of him to do every now and then; check in on the Avengers and insure they are secure and obedient in their cells. And he was on his way, heading for the Chitauri ship that hovered over half the city. He flew to the entrance, sighing when it was not opened right away.

"I have a job to do and I suggest you allow me to do it. Unless you'd like to hear from my Master once I inform him of my tasks being halted." Tony spoke through his suit, not willing to wait.

Finally it opened, a wide circle sliding open from the middle and on, many parts separating until it was open enough for Tony to fly through, which he did. Once inside, his suit brought out the small light he had on his shoulder—this place was too dark and dull. On his feet now, he walked through; ignoring the growls and hisses of the Chitauri around him. He walked through with confidence and power. They could not touch him. Not Loki's favored servant.

"Your visit is not needed, Iron Man." One of them spat.

"I don't like being around you ugly pieces of shit any more than I have to, don't worry. I'll be done soon enough, so leave me be." Tony said without even turning to see which one had spoken to him.

He finally arrived to the lower chambers of the ship, where the worst offenders were held, his light flashing upon any wall or corner he turned his gaze upon. Very few humans were put here, so he passed the empty cells before slowing. Soon, he came across the cells he was looking for and he observed the prisoners within.

In the first cell he passed, to the right, was a man with golden hair. It was long, tangled and a mess. He sat upon his knees in the cell, a large and long solid object upon his shoulders with his wrist tied to it. His gaze was lowered to the ground as his shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder.

Tony chuckled cockily, knowing his hammer was back in his lab at Stark Tower, along with the Captains shield and the Hawk's bow and arrows. He turned to the left.

In this chamber lay a man who he was used to seeing wearing glasses. But now, he lay upon what looked like a black lab desk. Above his head hovered darkly glowing objects, emanating a glow around his head. It was Dr. Banner, who had been put into what was like a coma or deep sleep by the objects around his head, to avoid him changing into the hulk and raging through the ship. Tony barely let his gaze rest upon the man and he moved on.

The next cell to the left was seemingly empty. But the deeper Tony observed, he saw a woman sitting in the corner. Her arms rested upon her knees and she did not look up either, though Tony was sure she felt his presence. The Black Widow.

The next one to the right showed Clint Barton standing before the transparent wall. His arms were crossed as he glared. Anger showed in his face. Anger of pain he'd received, of the betrayal he had dealt with. But he had no words. Tony's gaze finally came to the last cell, the one that he faced at the end of the chamber.

Within the cell in the center sat a man in torn blue, white and red suit. His mask lay at his side, too torn apart to wear any longer and his hair was a mess. There were a few scars upon his bruised skin, very little of them had faded. But he, unlike most of the others, was not against looking at his company. And unlike Barton, he was not against speaking.

"Did Loki send his pet to check on us again?" Steve Rogers spoke then, sounding tired and angry.

Tony chuckled. "He simply wanted an eye he could trust to come and check on his favorite prisoners."

"His favorite? I thought that was you." Steve said with a raised brow.

"I'm not Loki's prisoner." Tony said calmly, pushing the assumption aside.

"He has you under his spell, Tony. He's forcing you into service for him, trapping the real you away. That, in my eyes, is a prisoner."

"He opened my eyes to a new life I could have, and showed me the faults in the life and people I had before. If anything, being in his service has freed me."

Steve barely chuckled, his shoulders giving a quick shake. "Wow… I never thought I'd see the day that the genius Tony Stark was so controlled, and so easily, by someone so crazy and pathetic."

Tony's eyes narrowed, though Steve could not see it. "I'm not controlled, no matter what you might think. And I suggest you don't speak of my Master in such a way; unless you'd like the Chitauri to pay you a visit."

"Then what are you, Tony? What the hell are you to him?" Steve questioned with a glare.

"I'm more than any others have ever been for him. I understand him better than any others, because we are alike. And he has appreciated every part of me, better than any others."

"We didn't appreciate you?" Steve scoffed.

"Not like he has. And I see that none of you ever will. And I know now that I do not need any of you. I never did." He gave a small smirk. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Cap. Try and keep out of trouble." He turned and began to leave then.

"It won't end victoriously for either of you, Tony. You should know that… Whether it's your end brought by his hand, or his end brought by others… This victory? It won't last…and we will free you. I promise that." Steve called to him.

"You can't free what's already been freed." was his last reply, before he made his way out of the ship, ignoring each and every Chitauri as he passed and returning to his Master, his job done.


"So…Thanos will leave you be, now?" Tony asked in a gasped sigh. He lay against his head rest as a long-fingered hand ran up his torso, up and down his side, another running along his inner and outer thigh. Soft lips kissed, sucked and let teeth bite down upon his shoulder, neck, throat and jaw as he lay there.

Loki smirked as he hovered above the man. "He has no business with me any longer. So don't let your mind worry, Love…. It should be focused on other things…" his hand grazed over Tony's crotch, giving it such a careful, teasing caress. Tony's hands gripped Loki's waist, running up around his back as he moaned slightly.

"I can't…help my worry, Master…" Tony explained, "And I feel as if…you keep secrets from me."

Loki looked at him with half lidded eyes, a smirk still upon his lips. "I tell you all you need to know, Love. Whatever else I speak is nothing I need to reveal to you. Nor shall I. /I/ am the Master here." He gripped Tony's bulging crotch, making Tony gasp and bite his lip.

He moaned and ran a hand down Loki's back to caress and grip his ass, his eyes shut as he felt his lust slowly growing. There were times he wished to be the one doing this, bringing Loki pleasure. Just then he opened his lust-filled eyes to gaze at Loki, before rolling, topping the God suddenly.

Loki allowed it, smirking up at Tony and letting his arms rest above his head. Tony was surprised he didn't try to keep his position, and he suspected there was a reason why. He narrowed his, but lowered his lips to Loki's neck, taking it with his lips, holding his torso above the God's but resting his waist upon his. "You may be the Master…" Tony said in a deep, partly lust-influenced tone, "but I believe I've earned truth from the God of Lies. I give myself to you, Loki…" he gave a sudden thrust of his waist against Loki's, allowing Loki to feel his growing need, as well as feeling Loki's own. "Give yourself to me…"

Loki sighed a moan, before smirking. "Oh? You've earned it, have you?" it was then that Loki gained his position again, however different. He had suddenly vanished, only to reappear behind Tony who was on his hand and knees upon his bed. Loki wrapped an arm around his torso, his waist resting against the back of Tony. Tony tried to move onto his knees to turn around but instead, Loki kept Tony's back against his chest, allowing him to be on his knees. One hand ran roughly across Tony's chest, fingers passing around the reactor as his other hand ran roughly down his torso, slowly slipping down to his crotch again, gripping it and causing Tony to bite his lip, leaning back upon the God's chest.

The hand upon Tony's chest slowly ran down, the one upon his crotch roughly running up and as he did so, the top of Tony's shirt shimmered green, vanishing downward as his pants shimmered as well, vanished upwards. "I give more of myself, Tony….to you…than I do any other…" his hands moved to grasp Tony's waist, Tony's hands moving to hold the God's there. He gave a slow thrust against his backside, the moan almost sounding like a lustful growl. "I give you the few truths I'm willing to admit…" Tony's pants and shirt were half gone now. "I give you a place at my side…." Only his crotch and waist were still covered for the moment. "I give you the only degree of love…" clothes now gone, Loki turned and tossed him back upon the bed, Tony watching him as he now lay on his back. "…that I have the ability to give…"

The look on Loki's face as a mix of lust and hidden emotions when he spoke those words and it was in moments like these that Tony wished for his Master to give him more truth than he did.

Loki's hands wandered down Tony's legs, hooking under them to yank his legs up and open, making Tony gasp. He felt only a slight flush, and a rush of excitement. He swallowed, always trying to keep calm and cocky in moments' like this. But oh, how his Master could please him….and how he wished to do the same.

Loki leaned over him as his own suit began to slowly vanish, revealing the pale and slightly scarred skin. He leaned down to lick at Tony's chest teasingly, his tongue running over his nipples. Tony sighed, his legs wrapping around Loki's waist as suddenly he felt the God's heated, hard length press against his ass. He bit his Loki's lips, smirking knowing he was a cause for such excitement in the God. He rubbed his ass against the God's length, smirking and moaning deeply, seductively, his hands moving to bring the God's face to his. He took Loki's lips deeply, possessively. His lips moved roughly, using his lips to open Loki's mouth before slipping his tongue within. Battling Loki's tongue, Tony's wandered within, savoring the taste of the God's mouth and causing the both of them to moan their own moans, Loki's tongue battling back.

"Only you, Tony Stark….have this love from me… Only you…" Loki promised him in a gasp, pulling his lips from Tony's, letting them wander to his neck as he gave a suddenly slow thrust within him, causing Tony to grip his shoulders, his legs tightening around Loki's waist as he let out a gasp before controlling himself. He bit his lip, breathing through his nose. He moved a hand to grasp the back of Loki's neck, pulling his face back so he could take the God's lips again, rougher than before, his tongue hungry and battling with Loki's. His other hand grasped the back of Loki's shoulder as he thrust deeper within Tony, moaning into their kiss as Tony took a deep breath through his nose, his battling tongue faltering for a moment.

As Loki soon began a deep rhythm with his thrust, growling every time he went deeper, Tony's hand ran down his back, clawing before gripping his ass, urging his thrust to continue. Soon, his lips parted from Loki's as he gasped, trying to catch his breath which was becoming faulty. Loki smirked at his uneven breathing and suddenly, Tony felt long skilled fingers caressing the skin of his hip, wandering upon his waist and then down to take his throbbing length, gripping it tightly.

"A-ah!" he gasped as Loki pumped his cock in rhythm with his thrust within Tony. He bit his lip to fight the gasps and moans that threatened to rip from him—his pride fought such a reaction. Instead, his lips took Loki's, biting the God's lower lip, causing him to moan, as his hand upon Loki's back moved to grip his waist, pulling it to him as he thrust himself against the God, feeling satisfied as well as feeling his excitement grow when he caused the God to gasp in surprise and moan.

He smirked up at him, taking his lips hungrily. He felt the wetness of his pre-cum upon his length, which Loki's hand continued to stroke and pump skillfully. He felt sweat building in multiple places upon his body, but his mind was only upon his Master. He watched him, the reactor causing a glow between their bodies. His glowing blue eyes were half-lidded as he gripped and pulled at Loki's raven-black locks, a few strands having fallen before the God's face with his thrusting actions. Tony stroked them out of the way, his hand caressing his cheek in the process as he took careful breaths. Loki suddenly thrust even deeper then.

"Ahnn-nnnmmm…" Tony controlled himself, his brows furrowed at the mix of pain and pleasure, all coming from his Master, who's lips took his neck hungrily then.

"I give you my love, Anthony…. Give me your cries, your screams…your song… Don't…" he thrust deeper, causing a controlled moan from Tony. "..hold back…" he thrust deeper again, Tony gasping but still controlling himself as best he could, gripping the God's neck and back, leg's feeling strained from holding his waist so tightly. "Don't hold back for me….ever."

"Hnnn….L-Loki…" he moaned, gripping the God to him again. His lips were slack as he tried to take Loki's lips again but with another deep thrust, he cried out. "A-aah! Loki! Aaahnnn…!" Loki's lips wondered upon his skin, his tongue licking at the flesh. He bit the skin, causing another gasp from his lover and he sucked the flesh which he had bitten.

He thrust once more, groaning against Tony's skin as he had gone deeper, gasping along with Tony, whose gasps were loud and uncontrolled now, as were his moans and cries of pleasure and pain. Loki thrust roughly into him, a growled moan growing in him as he gasped and sucked upon Tony's neck, pumping the man's length in rhythm.

"You…" Loki thrust hard, causing Tony to moan and whimper, despite himself. He bit his lip. "..Are…" he thrust again, Tony moaning deeply as Loki pumped harder and faster. "…Mine."

Loki gave his hardest thrust thus far, gripping Tony's length tightly in his hand and pumping once more as he released with him, throwing back his head in pleasure, mouth agape and brows furrowed, eyes shut. Tony's brows furrowed as well, his own pleasure reaching his limit as he watched Loki overcome with ecstasy.

That face…it was filled with such…such a vulnerable state…one Tony barely saw from Loki. He reach for Loki's neck, gasping and pulling him down into a deep kiss as he soon came as well, gasping into their kiss as Loki's tongue battled his, exploring his mouth, enjoying his taste.

Slowly, the God pulled free, but he still hovered over Tony, still kissing him with such deep passion and Tony gripped his face, pushing their lips together. Loki's lips pulled away slowly and slightly unwillingly.

"I give this to you, Love…" He sighed in such a soft, unnatural voice. "I give you parts of me no others have or ever will see…" he dropped beside Tony on the bed only to yank him on top of him. "No other, but you…" he yanked Tony's down to kiss him deeply once again.

Tony returned the kiss, melting into it, lying upon his Master, spent. He pulled his lips away, speaking through the few moments of freedom his lips got before Loki took them again. "Then I…shall savor those parts….mmm, I will…cherish them…hmmm….like no other…Mmm-Master…."

Loki did not respond. Brows furrowed with unknown emotion, he just danced his lips with Tony's embracing him as they rolled in his bed, one trying to top the other as their passion slowly dwindled.

Such a passion, however savored and cherished by either of them, sadly…would not last. There had been truth in the soldiers' words…. Just how much truth, was yet to be known.