Your salty skin and how it mixes in with mine

The way it feels to be completely intertwined
Not that I didn't care, it's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel, it's what I didn't show

So let me be, and I'll set you free

I am in misery
And there ain't nobody who can comfort me, oh yeah
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah

-Maroon 5 "Misery"

It had been two weeks since that incident and after a rather long rant from what's her face father, a mess of paperwork he had left Pepper to deal with for damage control, a hash out between his and we'll just go with she thing's father, both decided not to sue. They instead signed a restraining order on both Tony and Steve with Thor as a collateral clause. All in all, it left Tony in a very sour mood as he stripped off this tie and dress shirt, kicking his shoes clear across the room before shouting at JARVIS that if anyone calls, tell them he's not to be disturbed or they will have his "flight stabilizer" up their asses. When the AI responded with a simple "of course sir" Tony let out a long sigh and descended into his lab, fully prepared to drown out everything with a good glass of scotch and a lot of schematics.

He could already hear Dummy whirring along doing whatever the hell it was doing and a potent crash alerted him that his stress was now in a different area of his life.

"DUMMY! I SWEAR I WILL DONATE YOU! AND FORGET MIT! YOU'LL GO TO A COMMUNITY COLLEGE!" he slammed his glass of scotch down and rubbed his temples before turning to his screen only to fly back when a pair of green eyes glinting with mischief met his.

"Holy mother of…" Tony wheezed, hand grasping the arc reactor as he stared at the god of chaos who remained nonchalantly leaning against one of his worktables, keen eyes wandering and appraising the room. Tony took the time to look the god up and down. He wasn't in leather pants anymore but neither was he in his full body armor. A dark pair of navy jeans followed up by a skintight turtle neck half sleeve shirt with a simple green band running across the chest. The small leather band still encircles his neck. He looked damn good. Stark shook his head. Focus Tony, focus. This is still Loki the God of Chaos, mischief and destruction.

"How did you get in here?" That earned him a simple raise of the eyebrow before the one and only Loki Laufeyson went back to inspecting his lab. Tony began to feel more or less invaded. The only people allowed in his lab were Banner and Pepper. One was usually more welcomed than the other because one didn't scold or lecture him.

"I haven't seen your royal hind-ass in two weeks and the one day that I would rather have you leveling New York just so I can punch the living daylights out of something, you show up in my lab. How did you get in here?" Tony surprised himself with the force of his voice in that statement but kept his cool and even patted himself on the back a little when slightly widened eyes turned to meet his once more.

"I'm was…mentally and physically unoccupied and found that state to be very unpleasant for it was not in the least bit entertaining or amusing." Loki deadpanned.

Tony blinked a few times, taking in that rapidly thrown out statement and deadpanned back with, "So you were…bored."

The eyebrow raised again and the lanky figure turned his attention back to inspecting the room, his eyes landing on Dummy as it was placing the cups in a perfect stack before knocking over a stack of plates right next to it. The crashing sound caused Tony to flinch and he shouted again, this time more to get a kick out of watching the robot cower rather than actual anger.

"DUMMY! DON'T MAKE ME CHANGE IT TO AN ENGINEERING LAB!" The robot bowed and scurried out of sight as if someone had put rocket fuel in its engine and lit it. Turning back around, the inventor was taken aback at a soft grin on the god's finely chiseled features and a look that suggested nostalgia in those swirling green pools of life. Loki caught him staring and quickly snapped back to his usual cold and malicious exterior.

"This room feels a bit more personable than the last one I entered."

"That was my bedroom." Tony smirked when he saw the beginnings of a blush creep its way onto the God of Chaos's neck. 'So I see he definitely remembers more than I do.'

"This," he continued, "on the other hand, is my lab so in a sense this is me though of course the best part here is the actual me standing in the lab with all of my own glory and well me." He wanted to slap himself but chose instead to pull up a chair and tap a few buttons on the workbench next to him to get the holographic screens to surround him. With a flash of his fingers, the screens expanded and he placed each in their own corner before swiveling back around to meet a slightly stunned Loki.

"Aside from being a playboy and a billionaire, I believe I also did use genius as an adjective." Tony turned away with a huff and went back to examining the screens, making a minor tweak here, and a major recalculation there. How on earth he had expected his thrusters to function at full capacity when JARVIS decides to up the train him under three times the gravity if he can't get the propulsion to match the increase in work needed to generate the same upward velocity. Also, it gave him one hell of a distraction from the being hovering just feet away from him when he already knows that same being had been at one point, completely stripped, moaning, and pliant at his very fingertips.

Loki had said he was bored in his usual Thor inherited Shakespearean manner so why was he here. Why was he not off robbing a bank, sticking cats in trees, putting fake eyeballs in soups, or stealing lollipops from kids with cavities in daycares? Why of all places was he here?

"I teleported." came a smooth voice out of nowhere, snapping the well known genius out of his concentration, throwing him off guard as he turned to once again, find the god inches away from him. If he his heart wasn't partially an arc reactor, he was sure he would have been in an ambulance and carted off for a heart attack.

"What?" was all he mustered, gulping at the proximity and the fact that his traitor mind was thinking of other things he could be doing in his swivel chair, on the worktable, on the workbench, in the unfinished car. Damn it.

"I teleported." Loki stated once more clearing taking pleasure in the discomfort he was causing the human being. "You know what you would usually reference as the "whole magic thingy that you do."" That statement ended in an eye roll.

"How?" Tony croaked, realizing that he found common tongue on Loki's silver tongue to be something he liked very much.

"Picture where you want to go, clearly." Loki leaned forward, whispering into the inventor's ear, smirking to himself as he felt the shudder run down the other's spine. "Focus on every detail that you can remember." Tony gasped as he felt a lurching sensation and his whole world was swirling, turning, twisting as if down some never ending vortex. Just as soon as it started, he jerked to a stop, collapsing onto dark tile, eyes tightly shut as he tried to get the world from hurtling away from him as it twisted and turned. He felt long arms wrap themselves around his torso and gingerly lift him upwards, a hazy voice in the background calling out his name.

"Anthony, Anthony Stark," Loki gently handled his mortal into a sitting position. He knew it was too sudden and much too violent for the human to stand but he was still foolish enough to try, why even he didn't know. The human stirred, turning his head to his right then immediately scrambling away. Loki had seen this before and it was confirmed when a door slammed open and retching noises could be heard once again down the hall. What amused the god was the fact that the man found the bathroom.

'I guess he always had it designed so that he could find it seeing as how he needs it so often.' Loki snorted wincing when a particularly hard wretch reached his ears and echoed through the dark living space. When the inventor quieted down to silent pants, Loki approached slowly, looking down at the mortal who was still hugging the toilet bowl like a teddy bear.

"Never…do…that…again." Tony gasped, closing his eyes as the world was still sluggishly twirling and his brain was ringing, feeling like it decided to take up wrestling inside his skull.

"I don't seem to have any adverse thoughts when it comes to such a method of travel. It's by far less time consuming and as you humans have termed it…more…"green." Loki rolled the last term of his favorite color with a small smirk when he heard a response snort from the prone man lying against the porcelain seat blink up at him through half lidded, and still slightly pain clouded eyes.

"Gods." Tony rolled his eyes.

"That's what I am, don't wear it out." That earned a wide pair of eyes and a jaw drop from the genius leaving Loki with a small smirk of complete satisfaction. Offering his hand to the wary eyes human, he pulled the small man up to his feet, giving the creature a moment to adjust and how did he say it, right, "Imma be sick again."

"If you are to regurgitate your day's intake of substance, I suggest you at least aim for the device that is build to hand such a vile brew."

"I'm alright." Huffed Tony. "Just give me a bit."

"I have all the time in the world Anthony. You're life to me is no more than a month of my lifespan at most."

"I didn't mean that and again, rub it in, and would you STOP calling me that name." Tony hissed, wrenching himself free of the god's grip and pinning the lanky individual with a glower. "Where the hell are we anyways?"

"That's what I thought you could tell me Anthony Stark." Loki snarled back, stepping forward when he saw the glower flicker just a slight bit. "I took us to wherever it was that your mind decided to focus on."

"Wha?"

"English to you, you got us here, you get us out." Loki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "The least you could do to welcome a guest," ignoring a half sarcastic, half amused huff from Tony, Loki continued, "would be to at least turn on the lights."

"JARVIS lights." Tony barked.

"Of course sir, though you will have to inform me later if I am to relocate your coordinates within thirty seconds of you arriving at another location." the AI quipped. The lights flickered on to reveal a sparsely decorated room, mahogany wall panels, a signature set of window walls that outlook the city in a panoramic view, and of course, a full equipped bar smack in the middle of it all. Tony blinked, taking a moment to process before realizing he was in the middle of his and 12% of it Pepper's crown jewel.

"The Stark Tower." Both he and Loki stated at the same time.

"Why I wonder, of all the places you could have pictured so vividly in your mind, did you chose this one?" Loki pinned a contemplative gaze on the mortal, staring at the arc reactor glow for a moment before locking eyes with the still somewhat shell shocked human.

"Because I—," Tony began.

"Sir, Mr. Rogers is on the phone. He says it's urgent." The disembodied voice of the AI cut in through the empty lobby causing Loki to jump and Tony to swear.

"I said no calls JARVIS. I don't care if he lost his stash of porno again or whether he's turning into a woman at the moment."

"Sir, he says the alarm system at your Malibu house was set off by an energy signature belonging to Loki and he needs confirmation that you sir are alright or Fury was about to deploy everyone over."

Growling again, Tony waved a hand, a gesture Loki put to his memory as one of an indirect indication of resignation.

"Tony! Are you alright?" The clear voice of the Captain boomed across the screens. Loki had taken refuge in one of the plusher lounge seats, watching the hologram in amusement before whipping himself up a small glass of whiskey, icing the glass himself.

Tony's eyes widened when he saw that one, his best glasses had appeared out of no where in the God's hands, and two, he didn't own any whiskey rocks because he didn't particularly like whiskey, and three…did that guy's hand just turn blue?

"TONY!" His attention snapped back to the screen, nearly snapping his neck in the process. Ignoring a small huff of amusement from the currently incognito god, he glowered back at prissy Captain goody pants.

"I'm fine and as you can see, I'm not even in my Malibu house." This earned him a very large eyed blinked from Steve as he looked around.

"Hey," Steve said, his eyes pinned on someone right behind the inventor. WAIT SHIT! LOKI!

"I can explain." Tony stuttered, turning around to nearly choke his own tongue down his throat.

A long, creamy legged brunette sat in the same chair, holding the same glass of whiskey. High cheekbones, flawless, pale skin, and a pair of glinting green eyes were framed perfectly by the long tangled waves of flowing black hair. Tony raked his eyes up and down his new guest who was only wearing a short, half thigh cut off mini black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline, revealing very well endowed assets.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your conversation with Mr. Stark." The smooth, rich voice left Tony boneless and with a very difficult problem starting to arise in his pants. He knew prissy two shoes had one too. Funny thing is, what would happen if he told the good captain he might as well be gay because that was Loki.

"It's no problem ma'am. I'm sorry to have called in and intruded." Rogers stuttered, giving the lady a customary salute while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"May I as what the trouble is then? I heard that alarm bells had been set off in Mr. Stark's other choice of residence. Is it something that he and I need to be concerned about?" "Loki" was smirking so hard on the inside as she batted her eyelashes, taking a sip of her drink and being sure to lick her lips.

"It's nothing, must have been because obviously you two are here and well not there and um, I'll let you go Tony." Tony hummed in agreement, never taking his eyes of his new company as the screen clicked off and silence entered the room save from the clinking of ice and whiskey stones in Loki's drink.

"I take it this form is acceptable then Anthony." The god drawling, taking another sip of the drink, rolling his tongue around the ice before licking his lips once more, eyes still holding the inventor's stare, green eyes glinting with mirth and satisfaction. When the human didn't answer, the god continued.

"I'm sure Mr. Rogers will have enjoyed the view and of course, your reputation proceeds you." Standing up and pulling his new female form to her full height, which even minus the heels, he'd always hated those types of shoes and couldn't understand why mortal females bore with the agony to look not better at all, he still more or less, towered a bit over the human.

"Yeah well, wait and see if he ever finds out I scored a god." Tony breathed, sucking in sharply when well-manicured hands ran themselves down his side, side stepping the reactor and finding purchase on his pocket.

"Want to tell him right now?"

"And risk being filleted by your brother. I think I'd like to keep myself functioning and alive." He could feel that he was nearly hyperventilating as those tantalizing lips drew themselves ever closer to his face, a small smell of alcohol lingering on her breath and those boobs, damn those things are REAL?

Loki smirked as he pressed his body against the inventor's, grinding his hips into the human's like the rave, eliciting a small squeak followed by a moan.

"Ch-ch," Tony stuttered, eyes rolling back when he felt the grind, followed by skilled fingers running through his hair, pulling hard as lips collided with his, both of them swallowing each others moans in a steady rhythm of a struggle for dominance beginning. Tony took charge, slamming the woman into the counter of bar, sliding his leg to press in between hers, swallowing another throaty moan before latching onto the porcelain neck. Loki threw her head back. She was losing her mind.

"Change." growled Stark against her throat. That snapped Loki out of his lust filled haze enough to lock confused eyes with the inventor as brown came to meet hers again.

"What?" came a breathy moan when she felt that leg press more firmly against her.

"Change back." Green met brown and comprehension shook Loki to the core and he allowed his form to flutter, his full height returning, breasts retreating to be replaced with a muscular chest and he threw his head back once more when he felt that leg press there and give it a firm, hard rub. Every other question died on the tips of both men's tongues as lips smashed together and a furious race of torn clothing ensued. A half coherent stumble to the bedroom followed by a rather hard slam of the door and a wicked laugh from Tony with a throaty chuckle from the god echoed through the privacy of the self-sufficient Stark Tower.

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"Shit." Tony panted after finally being able to breath again let alone speak. Loki was in a similar state, bite marks running down his neck, nail rakes down his ribs and a stinging but fulfilling sensation to his backside. He looked over to the mortal analyzing his own handy work. Bruises on the hips, claw marks down the man's back, a bruised cheek, swollen lips, and complete and utter exhaustion in the glaze of those brown eyes.

"Your performance sober as compared to when you're drunk off your mind is interesting Anthony."

"Don't call me that and dish it you ass." Tony huffed, rolling onto his side, placing an arm underneath his head, holding the god's glowing gaze.

"For one, Anthony. You're much more submissive while drunk." Loki stated, mentally chuckling at the eye roll before continuing. "This time was much more of a tangle rather than just a fleeting tryst."

"Well, I do aim to please the gods." Tony snorted staring down at the milky expanse of chest still visible with the sparse sheet covering their nudity leaving every other part of them open and exposed. Hesitantly, Tony reached out, placing a hand onto the marble chest, feeling the muscles tense as the god flinched, green eyes becoming wary. Taking the chance and his newfound bravery, he ran his legs down the long limbs of the other, slowly rising to be on top, lips locking in a smooth, gentle kiss, fingers feeling each pulse of the thrumming heartbeat underneath his chest. Breaking apart, brown met the hazed over green before suddenly, he found himself flying half way across the room, catching himself on the back of a couch and the feeling of pants being back on his legs.

"YOU NEED TO STOP DOING THAT!" Tony snarled, yanking at his belt when the god had designated to clasp around his waist a bit too tightly for comfort. Loki didn't say a word but in a whirl, his full body armor was on and the staff appeared in his hand. Turning away, the god vanished in another cloud of smoke leaving Tony owl eyed, stunned, and speechless.

"God damn it." Tony hissed, punching the back of his couch and walking in a full-speed ahead charge for his bar. He was going to need a lot to calm his head.

"JARVIS! Call Pepper and tell her to get the pizza and three gallons of ice cream."

"I will inform her to place the order and get you a pint sir."

He stormed over to his work bench, nearly smashing the glass as he slammed it onto the table and pulled up every old schematic he could, even Dummy's old ones. He just needed to forget. He just needed a distraction. Huffing, he didn't even hear Pepper enter the room, a small gasp of surprise when she realized he was here and placed the pizza behind him, and the ice cream in the freezer. She knew he wouldn't touch either one tonight.

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Loki snarled as he tossed another one of his outfits in the fiery inferno. The man had the audacity to ask him to change back. The playboy asked him to change back. Why is it then that the thought did not infuriate him but twist a knife he didn't know was there inside his heart? The way he had kissed him. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't just give and take. It had been a kiss. He placed two fingers on his still tingling lips. It had been a kiss. Loki snarled and threw his helmet into the mirror, shattering it as he watch his reflection tumble down in every little piece. He needed a distraction. He needed to reassure everyone that nothing would stop him.

The next week, he was once again decked out in full, watching with impassive eyes as his army leveled New York City. The red and gold suit that blasted by him made him flinch as his brother's booming voice echoed over the crowd. The thoughts of that muscular body, those long languid moans, those strong hands gripping his making his body into an electric wire buried themselves deep inside his mind. He did not need them right now. Blasting a blue beam from his staff, he entered the fray.