Chapter 2

~*Hunter*~

Things weren't always going fabulously in Loki's life. Oh, had he mentioned he sold his soul to a demon? No? And that he was just unbelievably unsuccessful at killing himself?

Well, now he was damn close to ending his life. The only problem in the plan: it wasn't the plan!

How ironic. The one time he actually wanted to get out of it alive and hopefully with all his limbs and organs attached to their original places, he ended up just a blink away from dying. And of course that damned demon wasn't anywhere to be seen this time for his usual 'I can't let you die before close-time and blah-blah-blah'.

Loki had never wished for the bastard more.

Okay, scratch that. Hadn't he been on the verge of death, Loki might remember waking up in the middle of the night alone and drenched in sweat in a random motel room with a throbbing hard-on, but that didn't really matter now.

He was just going through some archives in the local library and might have hacked a few databases meanwhile, but he definitely didn't ask for a half-invisible and definitely supposed-to-be-dead bitch, who had an obsession for green and took a liking in Loki's shirt. Or maybe not, since the clothing was hanging in pieces from his shoulder with some blood-stains here and there. But who knows...

"Now, aren't you edible, Silvertongue," She purred – but for the record a snake would make a nicer pet than her.

Why was he so well known all of a sudden in demon-fields?

Oh wait! Didn't he accidentally exorcise two, because they were wearing his patience thin? Yeah, probably that!

But apparently Loki was a little bit tied up and too busy bleeding out to come up with a relative-kind of snarky remark.

"I just feel compelled to rip out your tongue and watch you choke on your own blood," She sneered and now she didn't look that pretty at all anymore.

And that blade got dangerously close to the edge of his mouth. No, Loki really didn't need a trademark Joker-smile, thank you very much.

"The only thing is," Hell, he had missed this snarky tone, "he barely has enough blood to grant you a show..." Loki was certainly going to kill him for that amused undertone!

"What do you want here?!" She snapped at Tony, perched up on the top of the metal dissection table, absentmindedly playing with some butcher knife in his hand. He made a dramatic play of not giving a damn about Loki bleeding from several cuts and the blade now dipping into the tight skin of his throat.

"Oh, don't mind me here," Tony waved with his free hand. But as he glanced up, his eyes were ruby-red and furious like the flames of Hell. "I'm just mulling over the best way of ripping your rotten flesh off your bones bitch, if you so much as touch him again."

A bat of an eyelid and the demon was off Loki. He felt the blade slid along his throat but the press of the edge wasn't strong enough to cut deep. The woman crashed into the opposite wall when Loki could breathe freely again. He forced his eyes open and the blur on the edges away as long as he could, so that he saw Tony hop off the table and stroll towards the demon gathering her limbs with a painful moan under the wrecks of the wall.

A blaze of ruby red, a lazy clutch of a hand and she was gasping for air as well as she tried desperately to swallow back the blood from her organs and her wicked soul –

That was the time Loki couldn't fight the pull of the void any longer.

He would have preferred to be awakened by something cool – which might have also soothed the throbbing pain in his head – it had priorities over his whole body, okay? – But he could do with something nicely warm too. Yes. Those fingertips definitely felt good on his temples –

Now, that shock of heat certainly did not.

"What took you so long this time?" he growled through the fence of his clenched teeth.

"How ungrateful," Tony tsked from very close, "I have a business to run, Princess. Hard life of the worksmen!... You just couldn't keep from exorcising some demons finally, could you?"

He breathed the last one into Loki's face, as he settled himself half in the hunter's lap, half leaning over him, "It's kind of hot, I have to give you that."

Tony licked a long wet stripe up the length of Loki's neck – flavouring the metallic taste of his blood and closing the wound in his wake. Loki couldn't bite back a wrecked moan. "Such a shame it doesn't work on me..." Tony nibbled sensually on his earlobe, "We'll never know if you could make me cum that way..." And the devil rolled his hips to press his hard-on into Loki's flesh searching for friction and so hot even through his slacks on the moist cooling skin of the pale ripped stomach.