I decided to not continue my other fanfic, The Poisonous Dream, simply because I waited too long and I lost my muse for it.
Loki pressed the edge of the scepter where Tony's heart would be, waiting till the moment he could control him. "What?" He hissed, looking up at Tony's satisfied, pompous face. "This usually works.."
"Guess you're just having a little malfunction. Do you get those a lot? You know with your equip-" Tony's sarcastic voice was cut off when a bony, slender hand wrapped itself around his throat and threw him across the room.
"Tell me," Loki's voice heightened and he drew closer to Tony, who quickly, collected himself and stood up slowly. It was too slow for Loki's anger as he, again, wrapped his hand around his throat and shoved him against the wall. "How did you do it?" Loki spoke through clenched teeth, inches away from the other man's face. He breathe smelt very faintly of alcohol and his eyes were widened.
"It's not me, it's you," Tony raised his eyebrows, his hoarse voice barely being audible with Loki's hand was on his throat. "Your magic stick is useless compared to the technology I have." Every ounce of his voice was dripping in sarcasm and wittiness. Tony decided that that was going to get him riled up and angry. Tony did love to tease.
Loki was infuriated and annoyed beyond belief. Did this Midgardian strike him as nothing but a fool? Loki would show him who's the boss.. Loki will soon be his king. Loki would soon give orders to Tony and Loki would make sure Tony was his special servant.
"You impudent, insolent-" Loki growled, baring his teeth a little.
"Whoa there, if you're slowly climbing your way up to asking me out on a date, I suggest you do it nicely and possibly save the growling for later," Tony smirked, knowing that would set him off. Tony was thrown across the room once again and he landed with a grunt. "I should really start getting used to this, shouldn't I?" He asked, more to Loki than to himself.
Before Tony could even get up, Loki climbed on top of him and put the skepter to the side. "Ooh, Mr. Stark," He said dangerously, as if he had some secret, evil plan tucked away in his mind made for him. "Your team is nothing compared to what I released on your planet. You are to address me as king. Once I am officially made king, you will take orders from me." He narrowed his eyes nastily onto Tony's.
"Oh, I was hoping we could save that nickname for the bedroom. Or do you do that will all the people you climb on top of and attempt to boss around?"
Tony's sarcastic question made Loki slap him across the face, but instead of retracting his hand back to the floor to hold his balance on top of him, he placed it around his neck and lowered himself.
"My, my, Stark," Loki purred into Tony's ear. "You're quite the flirt. That's not usually how we do it in Asgard, but I'll teach you how to obey your king."