Chapter 1

I was hungover. But who would be surprised? As the newspapers say, I always seem to have a beer in hand. Currently, I didn't, but that's because I smashed the bottle on the counter.

"JARVIS, what time is it?" I slurred.

It's 3:43 in the afternoon, September third.I groaned. I probably was drinking well into the early morning hours before I passed out. I opened my eyes, and saw a figure to my left, snuggled under blankets. Ugh. Another one-night-stand.

I got up slowly, as not to wake the stranger. I noticed the figure's hair; a nice, shiny raven colour. As I walked to the door, I heard a little movement, and I turned my head.

Green eyes. Staring at me, two inches away from my face. I blinked, and the mystery person stepped back.

"Hello, Anthony. Do you mind making some coffee? I prefer mine with a teaspoon of sugar and a little bit of milk. Thank you, dear." Loki sauntered off towards the bathroom. I gaped after him. I had slept with Loki Laufeyson. The Norse god of mischief and chaos. This was interesting.

I decided I should do the god's bidding, I wasn't prepared for battle. My limbs were shaky, and I imagined a rough sex last night.

"JARVIS, download last night's events to my phone."

Download at 23 percent.

"Thanks, Jarv."

A couple minutes later, I heard the shower turn off. The room got really cold, and when I reached up to grab a mug, I felt hands on my hips. Lips sucked on my neck, and I felt aroused.

I turned, at least tried to. Loki held me in place, intent on marking my skin. He bit and nibbled and sucked all over my neck, while groping my lower region.

"Ugh, please stop. I'm in enough trouble already," I felt Loki grin, and he spinned me around to face him, and grinned.

"Ah, yes. But where's the fun in that, Stark?" Loki crushed his lips against mine, and I melted. He bit my lips open, tongue plunging into my mouth. I gasped as he ran his nimble fingers up my chest, and circled the arc reactor. My skin tingled, and I became greedy with my kisses, wanting more. Loki pulled back, and I could see lust in his beautiful green eyes. He made a sharp movement with his hand, and all articles of clothing on either of us were gone. He lifted me onto the counter, and I groined as he rubbed his length against me.

He pushed in, only to snap his fingers and have the roles reversed, as I was now pushing into him. Loki looked at me, his eyes telling me to be rough, to give him the best orgasm of his life. I thrust my hips, my full length going into his loose hole, and we both gasped at the pleasure. I thrust faster and faster, and as I reached the edge, Loki whispered

"Tony," as he came. That was enough to send me over, and we both relaxed, sitting on the counter, trying to catch our breath.