Title: That Little Spark
Series: Avengers
Pairing: Ironfrost/Frostiron with touches of Blackhawk, Science Bros and a few others
Themes: Romance, Humor, Drama, Smut
Rating: 18+ Plus. This will contain gay sex so please be aware.
Note: This is my first Avengers piece and I really got this idea on a whim. This is a slash (yaoi) piece so if you don't like it I apologize. This fic will also contain m-preg (male pregnancy) and not only drama but a little bit of angst as well as lots of romance and fluff. If you have any suggestions please tell me in the review, and after reading there will be a message at the bottom for those avid readers! And note that I do not, in any way shape or form own the creation of the characters featured in this series unless it is a useless OC or some insignificant bad guy (with furious research of course.)
It didn't happen with a boom, or a bang, or a zap, nor with any mushy or romantic things that happen in a story like this.
This story is about a billionaire philanthropist who knocks up a demi-god during a drunken one night stand and the romance that comes from it.
It started two weeks ago at one of Tony Stark's huge dinner parties celebrating his fine wit and prowess with engineering. All the Avengers were invited but the only ones who actually showed up were Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers as they lived in the Avengers Tower that had been so willingly provided for overnight (and weekend) stays. Currently everything was going swimmingly really; people gushing over the intelligence and power of Tony whilst catching mind boggling glimpses of the things he created with such fine precision.
Tony was three fingers into a bottle of scotch when he saw her. The woman was beyond belief with long raven hair and an emerald green tight fitting dress that made Tony not only drool but nearly slip his drink down another girls front. After a casual huff and angry word the blond bimbo stomped away and Tony was left among the chattering of others to approach her. She was sweeping beautiful green eyes (that seemed to match the dress) over one of the pieces, sweeping fingers over the holographic design like she actually knew what she was doing.
"Miss, tell me you're not here alone," his speech wasn't slurred but silken and his breath nearly caught when he saw her positively glowing. Her skin was more than fair but it more or less matched the glow of the moon; she was ethereal, a goddess. Her laughter made more than just his heart stir and she told him that she was indeed alone and loved the concept of the hovercraft she was looking upon.
"My name? Lori, Mr. Stark."
And by then, they were talking about schematics and problems in his designs, bouncing ideas off one another and drinking more than their share of scotch (for Tony) and a continual supply of Poker's in the Lounge for the lovely Lori woman. After the expose was mostly over and a good third of the guests were going either home or to an after party to get more drunk or drugged Tony decided to take her to his penthouse.
He wasn't all that upset when he woke alone; usually women would hang around and Pepper would be the one to escort them out but all that was left was a beautifully written note in the woman's script.
'Last night was lovely, Tony. We should meet again.
-Lori'
Tony might have stared at the note but it was short lived as Jarvis called his attention to remind him that he had a meeting in an hour.
Okay so now that you have Tony's part of the story, here's the whole reasoning for Loki's… Behavior.
The Jotun people or Frost Giants as they are commonly referred to in Midgardian have an odd way of bearing young. Being quite androgynous in appearance means that also that most of the time it does not matter which partner carries the child as long as they are able to carry it to term. So, upon closer inspection (if anyone were able to get close enough to Loki's junk before dying) he would find that, instead of having a pair of healthy testicles he has a slit that is, indeed, a vagina. All male Jotun have it, it's no big thing even though he is indeed a male.
There is also another part of it; the Jotun mating cycle comes with something that is similar to a feline's heat. Not that he's crying into the moon for someone to fuck him senseless, it is simply the time where they know they are fertile and choose to act upon it.
So when Loki knew that his cycle was approaching he decided that, since his banishment to Earth by Odin (with Thor backing him in full force) he would conceive and bear himself a child to remain at his side. His heart ached for his other children on Asgard (and other realms) but he knew full well that releasing them from the bonds the Allfather had put upon him would not only endanger his life but the children who he loved at time more than life. With silent mourning he released their fate to the gods and decided to give himself another chance and to find a suitable mate.
But it dawned on him really, of all the humans and the slowly climbing race of alien and magic user, who would be the mate to breed him a brood of strong children? All the average humans were ruled out'; they weren't up to snuff with what the demi-god wanted and nothing would take away from the fact he didn't want an average human. So it really came down to, with all the disgust he could carry, the Avengers. Instantly three were off the list. Romanoff, Banner and Rogers; female, the 'Big Guy', and the super soldier that wasn't all that human anymore though the thought to use him came to mind, Loki decided against it.
So that left Stark and the archer. The latter was off the list simply because he had already had him countless times while he was off attempting to rule over Midgard and he knew just how to make him kneel and that wasn't any fun anymore.
Stark. Tony Star. Anthony Stark. Loki had thought for this till the final days before his cycle began; how to seduce him, claim him and ensure the pregnancy would hold without making a hasty mistake or allowing something like sentiment come into play. Loki would be scoffing at this if three months ago he thought of the play boy to be someone like him. Running through the all the files SHEILD had to offer gave him more than just a glimpse at who Tony was now but before; the misdeeds, mistakes and the past that made him who he was.
Tony and Loki were alike in many ways, though those will be disclosed till we get later on.
Now then.
In order for Loki to prepare for proper breeding he had to choose a mate (done) and to seduce him. A quick glance of him through the tabloids let the god know that not only was he self absorbed but also prided himself on his possessions. So she played herself, thankful that one of his blasted parties would be coinciding with his time of the month. All that was left was to make sure that they could have sex multiple times during his cycle (he concluded four times in the two week period would be sufficient) and then she would simply vanish from Tony's life, and nearly a year later Loki would have what he so wanted.
So with the ease of his magic used a spell to change his gender to make him into a woman, Odin's glamour shifting to accommodate and of course, he had to look in the mirror to analyze himself (or shall we say herself now?) in the mirror. Tall, slender save for the swell of her breasts, thighs and hips. On the first day of the cycle she was glad to say that the usual symptoms were showing; sensitivity to the pleasure zones and the need to simply be around people that the silver tongued god wished to be around. Using a flicker of magic she purred, letting the silk surround and envelop her. Six inch stilettos and the best silk this side of the Milky Way and Loki was going to get her man.
Getting into the soiree was easier than she thought; hacking and adding her name Lori Feyson onto the guest list was simple enough. From the little television she watched while staying in the flat she 'rented' gave her an idea of who else might be there and since this latest gala was quite talked about possibilities were endless yet there was a worrying fact that if she were to remain in this form for the duration of her cycle then Tony might even come to recognize her if it became complicated in any way. But that would be thought for a later time. She wanted her man.
It wasn't fair, Tony thought while watching a hologram of one of his newest programs. The hovercraft was almost identical as the Chitari but different. It could make turns and even go in reverse. His mind had been wandering to that Lori woman and of course he'd already asked Jarvis to find out who the woman was on the list.
"Lori Feyson, sir. Shall I look her up sir?"
"Cheeky," Tony huffed towards the hologram before eventually nodding and agreeing. Easing out of the chair of his workshop he made his way to the kitchen, deciding to finally eat something more substantial than the bottle of scotch he'd been polishing off.
"Sir."
A pause.
"Lori Feyson does not exist."
This caused the man to stop poking around the remains of some Chinese food, frowning at nothing it seemed. The machine went on to explain that the only place where the name comes up is on the list of guests for the reception the day before. Tony is unimpressed, deciding to just shake off the thought, before asking Jarvis how the woman left.
"She collected her items, took one of your shirts and pairs of pants, wrote the note and left the Tower. After that she went North, sir."
He didn't give it much thought then, deciding that maybe it was better to have a one night stand with her. They wouldn't meet until the next night at a dinner for one of the companies that Tony had an alliance with. This time she seemed to be friends with one of the other guests but Tony couldn't take his eyes off her. This time she wore a black cropped blazer that ended just after her bust, white blouse and black tie. Her pants were leather and skin tight and she wore the same shoes as she had before. Theo ne green accent was a kicker; the waist corset she wore was that same emerald green like the dress before. Her hair was down again, eyes sparkling in his direction.
"Tell me, Lori," Tony began, leaning in to speak with her while she sipped again on the spiked pineapple mixed drink. "Who is the woman behind such mesmerizing eyes?"
Her laughter made him simply purr and she rested a hand on his arm, letting the cool touch linger as her eyes flickered to meet his, holding his gaze as she spoke. "I'm the one who seems to have fallen for your charm, Tony Stark."
That night they crashed into bed laughing, sharing kisses while Tony had nearly ripped the blazer off, drunken fingers grabbing and pulling on the bodice strings. Since they stumbled into the Tower Jarvis had not only dimmed the lights, set the temperature but he also started playing some 'mood setting' music. Bedroom Hymns seemed to be a good choice, the vocals of Florence Welch not only setting the mood but adding to the passion of the two in bed.
Loki had been palming Tony's covered erection; her mewls of pleasure mixing languidly with his sounds as he had finally found where she liked to be touched. They weren't as drunk as before – Tony had made sure not to drink so much and had the bartender water down the woman's drink and now the two were nearly rutting into each other's hands when she pulled away, pushing him onto his back. As if by magic, her hands glided over his pants, and with the release of the zipper he nearly sprung against his boxers. She had no problem stroking him, delicate and teasing fingers finding just the places to make him squirm.
Soon she was straddling his hips, pushing the hair from her face to look Tony in the eye as she was impaled by his member. It coaxed moans and her head drew back, letting the sound echo and carry. Stark was pleased not only by this but the sheer beauty of the woman before him. One night was fine, her mystery and beauty not only drawing him but coaxing him. He wanted more, craved this woman. His fingers dug into her hips and forced her down, causing her to gasp and arch her back into a perfect curve. Tony's free hand mapped the swell of her breast, bringing her body to his lips while she rocked and arched against him.
Her sounds only increased the beginnings of her orgasm began to knot in her stomach and all she could do to stop from screaming his name was to either bite her lip which had begun to bleed or to kiss the man; she readily pressed their lips in heated and fevered kisses as she tightened around him. Tony would respond to Lori's movements with a buck, hands once occupied were fully holding onto her hips. Any height difference was made up with the fact that she was able to bend in the most perfect ways; her sounds began to escalate and when she came she actually screamed his name, collapsing on top of him. Tony had been a gentleman, waiting for her release before his own came, filling her yet again. This had made Lori purr, and suddenly Stark had felt sleepy, and the last thing he remembered was Lori's eyes glowing in the dim darkness of the room, a smile on her face.
Again, when Tony awoke he was alone, but there was no note. Assuming she simply left without leaving a note he grabbed a pair of clean sweats and made his way to grab some cereal when the most beautiful sight he'd seen awhile met his slowly wakening eyes and brain.
Lori was there; having stolen the white dress shirt Tony wore the night before. Even in the rumpled formalwear she looked stunning with the rising sun illuminating her in golden light. Gold and green, colors that suited her very well; this would have sent about six red flags into his brain if she hadn't turned to him, allowing him to see all of her in the morning light. He went to her, sharing a brief kiss before he had her pushed against the large window. His lips teeth and tongue peppered the ski n of her neck and shoulder, the following purrs and whimpers he gave only fueling the fire that had since grown since he woke to this surprise.
Tony took her there, against the glass and over the city below. No one would have seen it with how high they were but still the thought thrilled the man. Lori's legs were hooked around his waist and she was gasping and moaning his name over and over into his ear while those lovely nails were telling him just how good of a job he was doing. Once it was over he carried her back to bed to recover while deciding a shower was in order before food.
When he came out, she was gone, another note lying in her place.
'Another lovely time, Stark.
Till Next time.
-Lori'
Tony smiled and kept that note as well, saving it in some book he had lying around while asking Jarvis of the woman's exit. She had gone South this time and caught a cab. Interesting.
Returning to the cheap apartment (and present time in the eyes of the plot of the fiction) Loki felt as if in a daze, deciding relaxing in bed would be the best thing for her mind. She had kept up a good food intake to stimulate production, but still she felt dizzy, light and airy. As if it had already taken she touched her stomach, a wide smile curling upon her lips.
As if on cue, a bought of nausea hit her, and she was running to the bathroom.
Mission complete, she thought, before her head went back into the porcelain basin.
Thank you for taking your time to read this lovely work of mine! I really hope you enjoyed it and I really hope you read it. I have to warn you, if you don't review I might have to send my Norwegian Forest Cat Loki on you; he's sweet yes, but he likes to use his claws and they hurt!
And, if you read above, here is the message who is looking forward to hijinks with a pregnant Loki. If you have anything you'd like them to experience (cravings, silly things and such) please feel free to put them (and any critique/advice) you have in with your review!
Plus, I also have a Tumblr, so I might be drawing a few scenes from the story and chapters to come.
Oh, and if anyone is interested in Loki's drink, it is indeed called the Poker in the Lounge, here's the recipie:
1 1/2 oz white tequila
1/2 oz triple sec
4 oz pineapple juice
Shake everything with ice; strain into a highball glass filled with ice.