Notes: Hi! First of all, I'm so sorry about the butchered english. I'm not a native speaker and this is the first time I venture myself into writing something in years.

I'm looking for a beta, so if you're interested, please let me know. Gods know this story needs one!

Anyway all comments are welcome, tell me what you like, what you don't like and how I can improve it.

For someone who owned a tower with several floors, Tony Stark spent an unreasonable amount of time locked up in one single room. The workshop was his sanctuary, the place he would come, make a cup of coffee (yes, he did have a coffee machine down there) and get himself absorbed by his most recent work for days at a time. This was the rule even before he became Iron Man, only got worse since he started playing super-hero and, most recently turned himself into an Avenger. Consultant Avenger! The loud, annoying voice in the back of his head kept screaming at him. He didn't play well with others, so he was only a Consultant Avenger.

But being a part time consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D. strange gathering of super-heroes was enough to screw up his already mess-of-a-life. His relationship with Pepper went down the drain after his little stunt with the missile and honestly, he couldn't blame her. Dating Tony Stark was, for lack of a better definition, exhausting. Dating Iron Man was an ulcer waiting to happen. And dating a Consultant Avenger was damn right impossible to someone's nerves. So they went back to being only friends and moved on with their lives. Meaning, Pepper started dating Agent Coulson, recently out of a prolonged coma and Tony… well, Tony added an all new level of craziness to his already crazy life. Which brought him here, to the workshop at 3 in the morning, with no sleep in the past twenty-four hours and a near overdose of caffeine.

It was impossible for him to sleep, he couldn't relax enough and ended up just thrashing in bed for hours. This lack of news was killing him. And how the fucking hell did this happen? People went crazy with worry about him, not the other way around! But it had been almost two months. Fifty-eight days without a single word, appearance, note… nothing! This was driving him insane with frustration and worry. And Tony Stark did not worry!

He knew from the beginning this was a bad idea. This topped his rank of 'worst ideas ever'. It was irresponsible, reckless, dangerous and Fury would probably chop all his limbs off if he ever found out… after the others were done beating and torturing him. So, why not stop it? Because for the very first time in his life this felt so good, so right. Up until now it was a foreign feeling, but his body craved so much more than the lust. It craved the comfort, the safeness and his mind was overwhelmed with knowledge, with the challenge of finally find a matching partner to banter. But this was until fifty-eight days ago! When said partner made his last appearance. Something was wrong. It had to be! This had been going on between them for almost a year now and he never got more than three weeks without any kind of news

Tony Stark was starting to freak out about his lover's well being. Hell has frozen over!

"You shouldn't be wake until such a late hour" a cold, royal voice laced with something alike British accent brought Tony out of his reveries. The sharp intake of his breath was the only sign of startle at the new arrival.

"Neither should you" the engineer replied as he tried to suppress a smile, closed his eyes and sent a small 'thank you' to whatever deity was listening. Two months of tension and worry finally left his shoulders now he knew his lover was still in one piece, with no visible damage.

"What happened, Loki?" he demanded "Do you have any idea how long you were gone?"

The God of Mischief sighed and has he took a few steps closer Tony was able to see how tired he looked, his face even paler than normal and those amazing emerald eyes held the weight a thousand years more then the last time he had seen him. But what surprised him most was the god's next move.

Loki gently enveloped his arms around the engineer's waist, pulling their bodies together and buried his nose in the other's neck as he breathed in his lovers scent. "I'm sorry." his voice was barely a whisper "I'm so sorry if I worried you, Tony."

Now the genius was worried all over again. Loki never showed weakness or remorse. He could be civil, sometimes even kind or charming if he deemed the person worthy, going as far as being a caring lover, but this almost vulnerability was something new, leaving Tony at a loss on how to react, so he just went with it.

"Hey, it's ok, reindeer games." his tone was light but the way he tightened his hold on Loki and left his fingers run through his black locks spoke a entire different story "What's a few more white hairs in my fabulous hair, right?"

"Can we… can we just go to bed?" his voice cracked with something like uncertainty before placing a chaste kiss in Tony's neck.

Tony frowned slightly at the request but, once again, went with it "Sure. Do you want to teleport us or should we…" his voice trailed off as he felt himself being teleported from the workshop into his room, both their clothes magically gone, save for their underwear. He almost lost his balance if it wasn't for the bed right behind him to support his legs. "I guess this will do." he briefly muttered before adding louder "J.A.R.V.I.S, please make sure everything is shut down in the workshop and initiate the security protocol over this floor. We don't want unwelcome guests tonight."

"Of course, Sir" the A.I. replied "Already done."

Almost immediately Loki hopped in bed and was under the covers while Tony remained there, looking at his lover with a confused frown with his behaviour. At least there was no sign of bruises on the god's perfect skin, so he wasn't fiscally hurt, wherever he had been. On the other hand this was all so… un-Loki. What happened to him?

"Are you planning to stand there all night?" a perfect eyebrow raised at him "You will freeze to death."

Tony shook his head and somewhat reticently got in bed with Loki. The god didn't wait a second to pull the engineer to him and lock their lips together. His grip was strong and his tong impatient, demanding an immediate entrance. But no! This was wrong; he couldn't rush into sex without knowing what was going on.

"Loki, wait" Tony gently held the god's shoulders but left a trail of kisses down his neck "What is going on? What happened?" his eyes fixed on those wild forests "You were gone for almost two months. Where were you? Do you have any idea what I went through? I was going insane here, without knowing…" he should stop talking before he admitted something he wasn't ready for, but he couldn't. For weeks he lived with his stomach knotted, scared that something terrible had happened to the idiotic asgardian, or jotun… whatever. His nerves were a wreck (So, this was how Pepper felt all the time? The woman should be given a statue, or better yet, a fucking parade!) and his brain-to-mouth filter gone. "I was terrified! You disappeared and I was left here wondering where you were, if you were injured, or even alive! Your brother has been in New Mexico and for all he knows you never even left Asgard in the last two years. So yeah… I was terrified" all this said in a single breath, with the last statement almost yelled.

Loki was watching him with unveiled interest, almost like he was studying him, both eyebrows raised now, his lips apart, as if he was about to reply, but in the end, he gave Tony a small smile and a very chaste kiss before trailing his hand down to squeeze the genius intimately. Nothing chaste about the gesture anymore.

"Not now, Tony." he almost purred in his lover's ear. "After. I promise."

"Loki…" he started, only to be stopped by the cool hand sneaking inside his boxers. It gripped his cock and the thumb was now rubbing the tip, smearing pre-cum around it.

"Shhhh…later" that smooth voice just a whisper against his lips "Now I want you to take me!"

Tony knew he shouldn't give in to such request. There was still something off about Loki, he should sit them down and make him talk, but… the God of Mischief was a dirty player and new exactly how to win this fight.

So, what you think? Should I continue? Should I stop?
Oh, and let me now if anyone's interested in being a beta.