A/N: Well would you look at that, three days, three fics for this fandom. What can I say, the Loki/Tony bug has got me bad! I decided to make a 'verse for these, the secret 'verse. This one unlike the other two fics is actually a two-shot. This first part is in Tony's pov, and Loki's is in the works :) This story is loosely based around the song I Almost Told You That I Loved You by Papa Roach, if you have not heard it, I suggest that you give it a listen. The first verse helped inspire Tony's pov, Loki's was inspired by the second

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This Secret Called Love

This house of cards almost came crashing down last night. You saw it, I know you did.

Your emerald eyes widened slightly with a realization as you processed those three words I almost uttered. But then the flash of shock dissipates from your eyes and it's as if nothing happened.

And later that night when you've gone to where ever it is you go, I'm left laying bed replaying the events in my head.

It's been a rough day and I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for an eternity. You had other plans, and like they often do when you're around, things didn't play out how I'd envisioned.

No sooner than when I cross the threshold and close the door behind me do I find your mouth crashing against mine as your fingers deftly begin working on my zipper with the utmost swiftness.

Pants dropping you work your fingers along the band of my boxers pulling them down slowly to join the rest of my clothes pooling on the ground by your knees.

There's no preamble, just your mouth suddenly wrapping around my cock and I now have a suspicion your moniker, silver tongue, may extend past your ability of persuasive oration.

Your mouth is warm and inviting, a stark contrast from your usual cooled skin. The way your tongue swirls around my cock as you lightly drag your teeth along sensitive flesh coupled with the vibrations of your humming are enough to have me bucking into your mouth all too willingly.

My right hand finds its way to your hair, winding fingers through your onyx locks as my hips snap forward again.

My breathing is harsh, made worse by how you're lightly tracing my thighs with those long ivory fingers as you continue to work that wicked tongue of yours. The sensation of your mouth on me seems amplified, greater than anything I've ever known, and I have to wonder if perhaps your magic has a hand in all this, but then you dig your nails into my thighs and my head drops back as I let out a soft moan.

Eyelashes fluttering I drop my hand from your hair and run my knuckle along your cheek.

'I lo-,' but that's as far as I get because your tongue flicks across my head and the words die on my lips.

'Lo-ki, I'm-,' I let out a choked gasp as I come and you swallow me down to the very last drop.

It's only then as you pull back to rest on your heels, tongue darting across your lips, that I see the flicker of shock? uncertainty? Whatever it is, it's brief and soon your emerald eyes slide back to a look of indifference.

You don't say a word, but we both know I've fucked up; big time.

Bringing a hand to run through my hair I send a wary glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand.

It's been over an hour since you've left. It's a little discomforting that I know that, but I shake that thought away.

We had a good thing going; it only figures I would fuck it up.

Closing my eyes I try to push away all the linger musings and claim the sleep I so desperately need.

But try as I may, that nagging thought refuses to leave; instead it remains, echoing dauntingly, a cruel reminder of how I've just changed the rules to the game. I've gone and ruined something so simple, twisted the game so far from what you presented. Will you even want to play it anymore?

I almost told you that I loved you tonight, and that scares the shit out of me.