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Author's Note: I am actually still ahead in this story! I haven't really been writing for the past week, school just caught up with me. Though it is the last week, then SUMMER! And lots more chapters! This story is now part of a series called Untouchable Promises. I did originally leave it at 5 fics (3 Tony/Loki, 1 Clint/Coulson and 1 Charles/Erik), but my friends almost disowned me if I left it off at that, so it has now steamrollered into 10 stories (1 Charles/Erik, 3 Clint/Coulson, and 6 Tony/Loki – cause they are my OTP). I take prompts (I am on Tumblr under the same name), so please come prompt me! Enjoy!

Fighting Amongst Ourselves

Loki stared around the lounge, taking in all the little details. He could see the green of Central Park from the window, the green against the grey. Loki pressed a palm to the window, almost as if he could touch the world below. The soft blue glow was almost beneath him, changed from the Stark to just the A.

Tony walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around the god's waist. He rested his head against Loki's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the pale neck.

"How do you like it?" Loki shifted in Tony's grasp, turning to look at the brown-haired inventor.

"How do I like what?" His voice was laced in curiosity.

"The Avengers Mansion. Does it meet your impeccable standards?" Loki grinned into Tony's hair.

"At least the walls are not white. That would be unbearable." Tony gave a rough laugh.

"I was never a fan of white."

"Far too ostentatious for Mr. Stark." JARVIS chimed in, sarcasm dripping from his every word. Tony glared at the room.

"Thank you, JARVIS." Loki threw back his head and laughed.

"Him, I like." Tony peered up at the dark-haired Aesir, and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. Loki looked down at Tony, dipping his head to meet Tony's mouth. The engineer moaned into the god's mouth, curling his hand around the dark hair. Loki smiled into the kiss, slowly drawing back.

"Won't the rest be on their way up now?" Loki smirked, raising an eyebrow. Tony groaned.

"Suppose so. Though why they can't just bugger off to their own rooms is completely beyond me." Tony untangled himself from the tall god, heading over to the sofa.

"Why do you think they want to talk to us? They have had every opportunity to in the last few days." Loki settled himself next to Tony, curling his feet up underneath himself.

"Dunno. But they're all batshit crazy, so expect the unexpected." Tony shrugged. Loki giggled into the inventor's shoulder.

The silence was broken, the lift opening, announcing the arrival of the rest of the Avengers. Their eyes widened slightly at the sight of Tony and the god (except Natasha. Because she didn't seem to have emotions). Steve walked over to the pair, steeling himself.

"Loki. It's nice to have you back." Loki's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Thank you. But that sentence seemed to have an inevitable and there. " Steve blushed slightly, clearing his throat.

"We never really got round to actually talking last time you were here. We would like the opportunity to get to know you better." Loki still kept his face expressionless.

"Considering your reactions to me when you walked in, I'm assuming you still think that I'm only here to cause trouble." Loki's mouth upturned into a sneer. "I'm the God of Lies. It's my trade. Don't think you can lie to me, because I assure you, you can't."

Tony leaned forward, something blazing in his eyes.

"Steve?" His voice was hard. Steve seemed to get pale, grasping around for the right words.

"It's just... Loki is still on the SHIELD wanted list. We couldn't just ignore that." Charles chimed in. Tony shifted his glare to the telepath. Charles seemed to shrink backwards.

"Tony. We had to. It's protocol. Director Fury has been informed." Tony jumped up, standing almost nose to nose with Steve. Loki wrapped his arms around the inventor, trying to pull him away from the blonde.

"Tony. Tony, it's not worth it. Just leave it." Tony allowed himself to be led away, fire still burning in his eyes.

"Why weren't we informed?" Coulson spoke up from the corner of the room. His expression was bland, the archer's behind him furious.

"So what are you and Director Fury going to do then? Drag him off and lock him up? He has had every opportunity to hurt us. And he hasn't. Or is it that you think he doesn't love Tony? Tony can't be trusted because he's biased?" Clint's voice was harsh. Loki stared at the pair of them, his eyes widening in shock. A low voice sounded from the back of the group.

"I agree with Clint. Had I been in Loki's position, it would have been all too easy to dispose of you earlier. I trust him." Erik stepped through the group, making his way over to the stunned engineer and god. The SHIELD agents followed.

"I'm not letting him being taken away. They've just got each other back. Fury can try whatever he wants, but we'll be standing in his way." Shocked faces stared back, Charles' pale.

"Erik..." The telepath started. Erik cut him off harshly.

"You are a telepath, Charles. Surely you can see that he means no harm towards us. I don't think he ever did, except to maybe Thor." Erik's voice was expressionless, eyes devoid of any emotion. Charles winced, eyes facing downwards.

An alarm went off from somewhere below them, alerting them.

"Sir, Director Fury is trying to gain access to the penthouse. Shall I allow him up?" JARVIS asked, his tone one of bored curiousity.

"Is he accompanied, JARVIS?" Loki asked, his voice low.

"No, Mr Laufeyson. He is unaccompanied." The AI responded, somewhat warmly. Tony nodded to himself.

"Send him up JARVIS."

"Certainly Sir."

The door opened after a few moments, revealing the tall Director. He scanned the room with his eye, coming to rest on the god.

"I heard you were here. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Fury asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm. Loki smirked.

"I was enjoying quality time with my boyfriend, until we were so rudely interrupted." Came the calm reply. Fury's eye widened only marginly.

"What is your purpose on Earth, Mr Odinson?" Loki's face became taut.

"Laufeyson. It seems I am not a son of Odin after all." Tony turned to Loki, confusion written on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by Fury.

"You may give Stark some mumbo-jumbo crap about being good. But I do not buy it." Loki narrowed his eyes at Fury.

"I care not for what you believe. I have never tried to persuade Tony I am good, and neither he nor I pretend otherwise. So I would advise you, Director Fury, to not meddle." Fury and Loki both stood tall, neither of them breaking gaze.

Fury nodded, almost unpercetibaly.

"I trust, Mr. Stark, that you will keep your newest pet under control." He swept out of the room, leaving a trail of silence behind him.