Chapter 2
A Lost Kiss

Tony wrestled free, pushing Loki away with surprising strengh - a decision which he regretted as soon as he had made it. He kicked himself for wishing that the god had kept a hold, despite his struggle.

"Maybe I went a little too far. But you started it!" he said, child-like and pointing an accusing finger at Loki, who rolled his eyes.

"You're like a child, Stark."

Tony laughed spitefully, he couldn't help himself.

"I'm like a child? Well, that's being rather hypocritical, darling. I don't think I'm the only one here who is like a child."

Loki looked questioningly at him.

"Really? Loki, you were so desperate for attention, you were going to enslave a whole race - or destroy it. If that wasn't childish, please tell me what is. And all for unresolved childhood issues..."

"Apparently you're trying to appeal to my humanity," Loki interrupted, beginning to walk in steady circles around Stark, who studied him as he walked around his front and fought the resistance to turn around as the frost giant walked behind him, hating the idea of not being able to read his expression.

"Actually, I was going to threaten you. I suggest you forget any ideas you had about your revenge."

Loki smiled silkily, stopped walking around in circles and faced Stark, deciding not to admit that revenge wasn't exactly his plan - to be truthful, he found something intruiging about the arrogant scientist. That is what had brought him back...

That, and the fact that the memory had not only been played over and over again in Stark's head. Loki tilted his head slightly, but said nothing.

"Unless you only came because you couldn't resist my good looks and charming charisma," Tony winked after Loki didn't answer, causing a slight bluish blush to creep up around Loki's cheeks. He turned away quickly, hoping Stark hadn't noticed.

"Oh, yes," he muttered, sarcastically, "That's exactly why I came."

Tony took a step towards him.

"Knew you liked me, really." Loki gave a harsh bark of laughter.

"I assure you, I have never disliked anyone more."

Although he had half been expecting it, Tony felt his heart drop like an anchor.

What was he hoping for? Loki to come back and fall to his knees, begging Tony to let him join the Avengers? Yeah, that was bound to happen. Who was he kidding - Loki hated Stark as much as Stark hated him.

And he really didn't know why this was so bad.

"Right back at you, beautiful." Tony said finally, smiling despite himself.

Loki smirked, and in two strides he was suddenly at Tony's ear again, not holding onto the scientist this time, but close enough to set his heartratefaster than it was ten seconds ago.

Stark could feel the god's clothing pressing into him and his breathing increased, slightly.

Loki leaned his head close to the side of the genius's head, placing his lips so that they brushed gently against Stark's ear as he spoke.

"How much do you hate me?" his chilling tone causing shivers to send their way down Tony's spine. He hoped Loki hadn't noticed as he replied, his voice hushed but firm.

"Let's put it this way; you're not the only one who wants revenge out of the two of us." Loki grinned, a grin which Stark felt rather than heard.

"Well, why don't you do something about that?" he quizzed quietly, bringing his face level with Tony's. Stark squared up, slightly.

"I think I will," he said, stepping closer, eyes narrowed. Now mere millimetres away from each other, Loki grinned, his eyes alight.

"Go on then," he urged, "Do it."

And he did.

With a shout of the rage that Tony had been keeping inside for the whole of their conversation and the fury that had stirred since he had first set eyes on the stupid little git, he grabbed the other by the hips and pushed him into the bar harshly, causing Loki to cry out slightly, before Tony pressed himself against the green and black clad idiot and raised his head, slowly to meet the hard, green eyes.

"I said do it..." Loki hissed, as he watched Stark wrestle with himself.

"Screw you." Stark growled before taking the lips in his.

Loki's eyes had widened, only to close as Stark's lips had finally pressed against his own partly opened. He frowned slightly as he enjoyed the warmth of Stark's lips taking in his own with the hard pressure applied.

Although the kiss lasted for about four seconds before Stark pulled away, Loki craved more and gave a little moan as he pulled away, his own lips following Stark's.

He opened his eyes slowly to see Tony frowning, only inches away from him, his hands still secured around Loki's hips, pushing him into the bar..

"Told you you couldn't resist me," Tony muttered, quietly. Although his fingers still gripped onto Loki's hips with determined dominance, his eyes looked lost as he gazed at the equally stunned face infront of him.

Stark's joking was the only normality to be found in this strange scene, as Loki's back dug into the bar still held there by strong hands. Loki blinked and laughed slightly, bowing his beautiful head down for a moment, then brought it back up so the green eyes met the deep brown.

He paused, watching as a smug smile found its way onto Tony's lips. Loki gave a small shake of his head, his smile lingering.

"I hate everything about you." he said, softly. Tony smirked.

"Oh, really?" he uttered, moving and tilting his head slowly leaning forward as if to go in to kiss Loki again - but he only brushed their lips together briefly.

Loki's eyes remained squeezed tightly closed as Tony pulled away after the fleeting touch, leaving him yearning for the warmth of the lost kiss.

"Yes," he breathed, his eyelids fluttering open. Tony looked at him. With all the hate he'd thrown towards Loki, he'd never fully appreciated just how beautiful and broken he truely was, a shadow of sadness in the sparkling emerald green eyes before him.

He smiled slightly as he pushed his lips against Loki's, catching his bottom lip as their keen lips moved together.

It lasted longer than the past kiss, Loki wrapping his arms around Stark's middle, holding him closer. Tony tightened his grip on Loki's hips, causing him to mewl gently into the kiss.

It was unlike anything Tony had ever felt - it was so wrong but so right. He still wasn't ready to admit that he liked the norse god at all; infact, he was sure that he still hated him. More than ever, now. But the thoughts were pushed out of his mind as Loki moved his down a fraction, taking control and bit his bottom lip lightly.

Eventually, they pulled their lips slowly apart, foreheads coming to rest against each other, each breathing as quickly and deeply as the other. Loki let a smile spread across his still-tingling lips, unable to stop himself. He pulled his foreheard away so that he could talk properly.

"There's another reason why I am like a child," he whispered, tugging at the back of Stark's shirt gently and glancing into the brown eyes.

Tony raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Go on."

"I always get what I want."

Tony had stopped pushing Loki into the counter with as much force, though his hands lingered on the small hips. He had laughed briefly at Loki's last line.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, still inches away from the pale face, the hot breath tickling Loki's face as he spoke.

"Nothing," he said quickly, grinning guiltily and winking. One side of Tony's mouth turned up in a half-smile.

"Don't worry," he muttered, "You're not the first one that couldn't resist me." Loki grinned at the arrogance that he had grown accustomed to.

"Oh, really?" he said, his hands still tugging at the soft fabric, "I find that hard to believe." he whispered, teasing, leaning forward to run his nose against Tony's, bringing their lips close again.

"Trust me." Stark murmured, tilting his head slightly, waiting for the reply before he pushed his lips to Loki's once again.

"Oh, I don't think I will."

Loki grabbed at the back of Tony's t-shirt, his hands pulling their chests together again, smiling into the kiss.

Tony pulled apart for a second, earning a whine from the frost giant, who felt his need for the kisses to last longer a desperation, pulling at his black heart.

"Good choice." he muttered before reconnecting their lips, deepening the kiss as they both fought for domination, Tony's hands sliding up Loki's slim back. One remaining at the bottom whilst the other sneaked up to run up the back of Loki's head, cradling it and grabbing his midnight black hair at the same time. Loki dug his nails into Stark's back, desperation growing.

Eventually they broke apart again, as the need to breathe had interrupted, to the displeasure of both. They stood, panting slightly. Their hands slid gently away from each other. Neither spoke for a while, the only sound was the rain beating against the tower. Tony wandering over to look out of the window.

"How long are you alone for?" Loki broke the silence, unable to help himself. Tony scratched his head.

"Well, Stevie's away for a full week, Brucie's coming back in just under a week," he looked back to the god, "and I have absolutely no idea about birdbrains and triggerhappy."

Loki gave a laugh, nodding. The thought that Loki could leave at any time suddenly occurred to him as he took in the sight of the frost giant, leaning lazily against the bar - and he found that the idea seemed quite unbearable.