Author's Note: I was inspired. This should have been the second part of the first chapter but it was getting too long so I had to cut it in half.
This story is set six months after the whole Loki fiasco. Here, Pepper and Tony are best friends. Just to set it straight.
I can't remember what Tony's mansion looked like in the movies so I'll be making this up as I go along… Please forgive me.
Warning: Male/Male relationships, Mpreg, Tony's language, a few spoilers from the movie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, seriously. Motorino's is not mine, too, and all the other products I happen to mention in the fic.
Summary: Tony had always been careful with who he sleeps with. Man or woman, he always makes sure that there will be no accidents. Still, who really knew how potent a frost giant sorcerer was in bed? Well, now he had some idea.
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"Okay," she breathed out, looking away from him as she took her glass of juice and downed two big gulps of it. He was almost tempted to offer her something stronger if it would help calm her. "Okay. So… you slept with Loki… Thor's little brother… the one who tried to take over our world and enslave humanity six months ago… the one who threw you out a freaking window…Okay."
Pepper took another deep breath. "You'd better start from the beginning."
"It's gonna be a long story," he warned her with a cheeky, little grin.
She rolled her eyes. "We have all night. Now start talking."
Approximately six months ago after Thor took his brother back to Asguard... (or five months, twenty-seven days, twenty-one hours and approximately sixteen minutes, thank you, JARVIS)
New York was still bustling with activity long after the sun had set. At ten o'clock, the night was just beginning, the streets were full of people, walking around, doing whatever. A few days after the "Loki Incident" and it was like nothing happened. The signs that New York had been turned into a war zone were reflected only in the wreckage and ongoing repairs for the damaged infrastructure. It always amazed Tony how resilient humans were whenever he thought about it. Of course, lives were lost and many mourned but at the end of that, everyone had to move on and they all were, slowly and surely.
Sitting comfortably at the back of the limousine Pepper had arranged for him, the billionaire indulged himself with a little wine as they drove through the streets to his recently purchased mansion in place of his Stark Tower penthouse. He looked out the window, not truly seeing anything outside as the alcohol he'd consumed now and from the party gave him a pleasant buzz in his head and warmth in his gut.
There had been nothing but press conferences, meetings, charity balls and celebratory dinners in his schedule for the past few days since Loki's capture and deportation and hell, it was getting ridiculous (Tony was all for parties, but not every hour of every day, damn it)! Since he was the most well-known among the Avengers, he became the group's default and unofficial spokesperson.
Clint and Natasha had disappeared for some mission Fury wouldn't tell him about. Bruce didn't do well with crowds so he had to skip all the functions (understandable). Thor was in Asguard probably playing babysitter to his psychotic, little brother and wouldn't be back anytime soon, if ever. Steve, good ol' Cap, could actually be better suited for this kind of thing but the jerk had zoomed away on his bike and had never been heard from again. He had nearly bitten Coulson's head off when he had found out the guy went missing and had been assured that they were tracking him. Last he'd heard, Cap was somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Lucky bastard. He had also bet Coulson was having the time of his life stalking Steve – which made him even more pissed off. He had said so and had watched a grown man blush to the roots of his hair. If he hadn't been in such a bad mood, he'd have taken a picture and set it as the official wallpaper for all SHIELD computers.
Well, he would have more opportunities later (he was especially looking forward to Steve finally signing his fanboy's trading cards).
Finally, he arrived at his new home, giving the driver a little tip before the limousine vanished from sight, the gates closing automatically behind it. He could vaguely hear JARVIS announce that he was engaging all security alarms in the house and the results of a sweep he'd done for any bugs or cameras or wiretaps in any of his systems were successful (he wouldn't put it past SHIELD to try hacking in).
The mansion was a close replica of his home in Malibu; the same style, nearly the same furniture, JARVIS managing the house as he did all his other properties. No private beach but he did have an Olympic-sized swimming pool with a waterslide to make up for it. His workshop here was also just as big but significantly more spacious, if only because he had just moved his suits and some random stuff from Stark Tower for him to work on.
Damn, he was tired. He wanted nothing more than to take a hot bath, probably check a few of his projects and make some changes on his suit then fall asleep while watching a movie. Maybe he would even accidentally forget about his meeting in the morning and sleep in. It already happened in the past - just ask Pepper.
'Welcome back, Sir. Aren't you a little early tonight?'
"Yeah," he answered with a yawn. He really didn't want to have another verbal sparring session with a wisecracking, sassy AI. Geniuses had to rest even if their creations didn't and his brain was officially mush at this point. "Run me a hot bath, would you, JARVIS? God, I'm exhausted."
'Right away, Sir. By the way, Miss Potts dropped by earlier this evening. She brought your favorite pizza as a reward for good behavior this week. It's already in the microwave. Would you like me to heat it for you?'
"Good behavior, my ass," he huffed, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. "They all dumped the work on me." He hummed a bit while he considered eating. "Yeah, I guess I'll have some before I go to bed."
'She also stocked the freezer with ice cream. She asked me to tell you to eat it if you're being your ornery self.'
"Pepper knows me so well," he quipped, eyes rolling. Then, he paused, drinking in large gulps. He never knew how thirsty he was and instantly refilled his glass. "Did Pepper call me ornery or was that all you?"
'That was me, Sir. She referred to you in several unflattering words but they all mean generally the same thing.'
"Why thank you for saving my delicate sensibilities, JARVIS," he muttered dryly.
'It was my pleasure, Sir,' replied the AI and Tony knew the little bastard was being sarcastic again. The British accent made it even more sardonic. 'Your bath is ready and so is your dinner.'
"Yeah, I got it. I'll be eating in my room," he said, grabbing a clean plate before striding over to the microwave. The smell of Motorino's Brussels Sprout and Pancetta Pie wafted in the air as soon as he opened the microwave and his mouth watered, taking three slices before shutting it closed again. Now all he needed was a can of beer and a movie with senseless violence, humor or both and his night would be all set.
'Please take care not to leave any crumbs in bed, Sir.'
"I'm not five, smartass," he replied with an exasperated sigh as he shook his head.
'Just a reminder.'
"Anything else, mom?"
'No, I believe that will be all,' the AI replied snootily.
He marched up the stairs and was painfully reminded why he had an elevator in Malibu, promising to himself that he would have it installed and working by the end of the week.
His bedroom was at the very end of the hall, easily the largest room in the mansion with a balcony overlooking the pool and the gardens beyond. The walls were painted in blinding white and the ceiling-to-floor windows that nearly consumed all sides were of thick, custom-made glass. Blinds hung from the ceiling, voice-controlled as most of the things in his house.
The bed was large, set near the center of the room with crisp, clean sheets of the finest quality, flanked by a pair of lamps standing on identical bedside tables. Sleek, black leather chairs and a low table were fixed on the opposite end, kept separated by a thin divider sparsely painted with branches and blossoms. The wall was lined with low shelves, filled with books and random knickknacks he picked up from travelling, and abstract paintings Pepper picked (he didn't know what they meant but they sure added some color to his room so he didn't complain). At the far end of the wall was his closet-slash-bathroom door.
Depositing his plate and his beer on the low table, he headed inside the bathroom, dense steam filling the room with warmth. He stripped off his clothes, climbing into the tub carefully and releasing a deep sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and lay still.
Finally, some relaxation and there was nothing better than a bubble bath (no one knew this except for Pepper, Happy and Rhodey and only because they caught him at some point or another and they were sworn to secrecy). Thick foam and suds moved along the surface of the water, sloshing a little as he soaped himself up.
He didn't know how much time had passed as he might have dozed off until JARVIS' voice jolted him out of it. 'Sir, we have an intruder.'
"What?" he exclaimed, nearly sending himself crashing as he got out of the tub and grabbed the closest robe he could reach from his closet.
'Sir, the intruder is –'
"Give me a sec, JARVIS," he gritted out as he pulled the robe haphazardly around his body and tied it around him carelessly. He strode to the door, mind going a mile a minute as he tried to find the quickest route to get to his suit. He had no doubt it was overkill but whoever the son of a bitch was should be aware of whose property he decided to trespass on.
"Where is the damned bastard?" he demanded as soon as he opened the door.
There was a pause.
"JARVIS?"
'Well, Sir, I was about to tell you that the intruder is in your bedroom - most specifically on the balcony.'
Resisting the urge to knock his head on the wall, he turned his eyes to the balcony where someone was clearly standing with his back turned to Tony. The light coming from the pool kept him in shadow and the billionaire could hardly pick anything from his profile.
Damn it, he was defenseless. How the fuck did the asshole get in here? And what in hell was he trying to do, standing on Tony's balcony?
'Sir, should we contact the authorities regarding the intruder?' asked the AI in his "quiet voice" which meant keeping the conversation within the bedroom's soundproof walls.
"Not yet," he nearly snarled. "I'll talk to the guy and give you the signal."
'I hardly think that's wise, Sir.'
"Noted, JARVIS," he said, eyes never leaving the tall figure just standing still beyond a wall of bulletproof glass. "I can handle myself."
He marched forward with purposeful strides, eyes narrowed in his approach. But the closer he got, the slower his steps became and his eyes widened significantly as he finally recognized the person in his house.
What the hell?
Standing outside his bedroom, his hands braced on the stainless steel railing, was none other than Loki, Thor's little brother, the god who nearly brought the world to its knees, a megalomaniac who wanted to enslave humanity. The same god who should be back in Asguard serving his time in the dungeons or something.
Tony found himself completely frozen as he stared and a prickle of fear went down his spine, his obvious helplessness fueling his growing irritation. He couldn't handle this alone and without his suit. As much as it pained him to admit, he needed help. But before he could have JARVIS contact SHIELD, the God of Mischief turned and looked straight at him, as if he'd known Tony was there and what he was about to do (it really wouldn't surprise him if he did).
Their gazes met and Tony refused to look away or even blink when Loki began to move from the balcony to his bedroom. Intense green eyes locked with his, his gaze exploring Tony from top to bottom (was that - oh, he did not just smirk, the bastard) until they roamed the expanse of his bedroom and Tony was free to observe him.
There was a distinct absence of the crazy gold helmet with the horns and his wild, black hair waved and framed his angular face. He was devoid of expression, except for the tiny twitch at the corner of his lips that rubbed Tony the wrong way (he knew the jerk was laughing at him for sure he just didn't know why). He wore some kind of silk robe or tunic (in green and black, of course) with some patterns in gold thread that reached his knees like a non-lethal version of his bronze and leather armor. Of course, the fabric clung in all the right places and he now had a better idea what was under all that leather and metal (he tried to remember that he was only wearing a bathrobe; down, Little Tony, down). Leather encased those impossibly long legs and those large feet (and Tony knew what people said about big feet - bad, Tony, bad; don't think about it – too late).
"What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice deep and low, forcing Tony's thoughts out of the gutter it was swimming in right into a sewer.
"You know, phone sex is all well and good," he began, blinking innocently at the god (who could probably crush him with his bare hands but his brain had already conveniently forgotten about that), "but we need, you know, actual phones and a little bit of distance to make this work."
For an instant, confusion filled those amazing eyes and Tony remembered that he knew even less about Earth than Thor did (which was kind of funny – no, actually, it was hilarious; imagine locking them both in a room with a toaster).
He looked down though just out of curiosity and was completely horrified by what he was seeing. The robe he wore was the gag gift Happy gave him for his birthday – a bright green, cotton bathrobe dotted with Ironman faces as big as his hands and a hem that reached halfway down his thighs. Even worse was that the robe was already down his left shoulder and exposed his chest and arc reactor and the knot cinched around his waist had gotten loose but was still keeping his robe together somewhat (thank God for small mercies) with only part of his inner thigh visible (hopefully nothing else and he definitely wouldn't look no matter how tempted he was).
Now he understood why the asshole was laughing at him. Why was today turning out to be a very bad day? He had been good; in fact, he was in his best behavior. He even attended his meetings for Christ's sake!
"Damn it, I know I put this at the very end of my closet," he groaned, feeling a blush creep up his neck as he looked down at himself and jerkily pulled his robe around himself, tightening the knot around his waist. "Would've thrown it away if it weren't from Happy, that jerk."
"I'm sure he'd be heartbroken if you did," Loki purred, his half-lidded eyes giving Tony another onceover.
An involuntary shiver danced up and down Tony's spine and from the way those smoldering green eyes looked at him, he might as well have been naked. But as much as Little Tony insinuated dirty thoughts in his head, his brain still worked well enough to remain suspicious.
"Aren't you supposed to be in timeout in Asguard or something? What are you doing back here?" he asked casually, crossing his arms over his chest to hide the blue glow of his arc reactor (made him feel less vulnerable than he did).
That seemed to douse Loki out of his weird daze and his eyes narrowed in annoyance as he glared at Tony. "It had been better when you kept your mouth shut."
Tony shrugged. Now this was more like it – a little sass and a long witty byplay with no room for dirty thoughts.
"Hey, you came here on your own, buddy," he said, shaking his head a little. "You should've known what you were getting into. I rarely keep my mouth shut when in company, isn't that right JARVIS?"
'Unfortunately so, Sir,' intoned the AI, surprising Loki who looked around searching for the source of the voice.
He calmed down soon enough, looking unruffled but still slightly suspicious as his eyes roamed the room yet again. He turned his eyes back to Tony and smirked.
"Perhaps we could give your mouth something else to do," he suggested with a quirk of his eyebrow.
"Hmmm… perhaps," he said, dragging out the word and smirking slowly.
Oh, God, he was flirting with Loki. Loki! If anyone found out about this… well, it'd be hard to explain, that's for sure. But, fuck, it was fun – and hot. Definitely hot. Hotter than a jalapeno.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked innocently and that was when the god seemed to come back to his senses, looking at Tony in shock and horror.
"I should not have come here," he muttered, shocking the playfulness out of Tony. He looked so upset at what just happened, his eyes wide as saucers. Their eyes met and he said, "it's too dangerous. You're too dangerous."
And he vanished in a whirl of green mist and fire. Poof! Gone!
'Sir, what was this all about?'
"I don't know, JARVIS. I really don't know," he said slowly, trying to process just what happened. "Just make sure you put the surveillance video out of the main server and into my personal one. This doesn't come out of this room, understand?"
'Perfectly, Sir. Consider it done.'
Present time…
"So let me get this straight," Pepper started after swallowing a bite of the leftover lasagna JARVIS heated up for dinner. "He came, he flirted with you a bit, he felt horrible and then he just went poof. Is that right?"
"Yup, pretty much," Tony replied as he refilled his glass with chocolate milk. He took a little sip and grabbed a chicken leg from a bucket of fried chicken, taking a huge bite. "Didn't understand what he meant until later."
"How much later?" asked Pepper as she sipped a glass of juice. She idly wondered if JARVIS can sneak her a copy of the surveillance video. She'd ask him later.
"The morning after I woke up," the billionaire readily answered.
Pepper nearly choked. "Wait, what? He said that you're dangerous then he comes right back?"
"Don't look at me! I don't know what goes on in his head. Or I didn't anyway. Now he's easier for me to understand," he said, shrugging. Then he beamed at her. "Nobody can resist me."
"Uh-huh, whatever, Tony."
"Yeah, and you can forget about asking JARVIS to give you a copy of the footage. I had it deleted."
Pepper rolled her eyes. "So what happened next?"
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Author's Note: Done! Yey! So, I have nothing else to say except I am tired and I wanna hear more from you guys. If you have any comments, suggestions, questions, just drop me a line and I'll try to get back with you.
Also thanks to the following: Autobot Firekat, SetsuUzumaki, gitana-bianika, xSerenityIsn'tAlwaystheAnswerx, ChaoticLoki, ladynarutochan, aryaarsay and Zero01 for the lovely comments and suggestions. Really made my day!
For Zero01: I'm glad you liked it even if you are uncomfortable with the MPreg part. I hope you continue reading, though.
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