The light was blinding as Tony squinted, his eyes trying to adjust to the light. J.A.R.V.I.S usually faded the lights on slowly. Was pepper shining a like on his face to wake him or something? The air was cool on his face, but he was toasty, warm covers were curled around him. He would never have felt so comfortable if the light wasn't so God damn bright. Tony squeezed his eyes shut. He realised why J.A.R.V.I.S hadn't eased the lights on, and why he hadn't awoken to the weather and local news spoken from the stupid English accent of his computer. He wasn't home.

Slowly, Tony opened his right eye and looked to the right. He was in a large bed covered in drapes. He was not in someone's home. A hotel? The green velvet bed coverings lay undisturbed beside him. So he was alone? So… somehow, he had ended up in a posh hotel room, obviously drunk as he had no recollection of the previous night, and alone? Tony looked beneath the sheets. And naked? He was naked alone? Maybe he'd been drinking with Rodey? Or maybe he'd turned up at Pepper's drunk and she'd taken him to the nearest hotel.. Was she here? That would explain why he was naked.

Tony began to sit up, he wanted to call Pepper for waffles, or for more sex. Maybe both. Definitely both. As Tony turned to rise he felt a pain all down one side of his body. As he sat up fully, the covers revealed a covering of bruises. Three of his bottom ribs were black and swollen. What had happened?

The arc reactor glowed feebly in his chest. He had taken some beating. As Tony lowered himself onto his elbows, he began to survey his surroundings. Green, gold and black adorned every available corner of the room. It was very grand as was his bed, if not a little intimidating. This was no hotel room. As he looked around, a small flash of red caught his eye. He began searching for the culprit. Sure enough, there it was, a vision of gold and red. His suit. It was, however, considerably smaller than when he had last seen it. This of course was an action figure on a desk.

As he stared at the walls Tony was quite surprise to see a door in one. It was not there before, he was sure of it. But it was definitely thee now. Tony must still have been drunk. This was the only door, it had to have been there before. He had to get in somehow. If Tony was unsurprised at the door appearing, he was certainly surprised at what came through it.

Before him was a tall, lean man with pale skin and raven-black hair. His hair was damp and was dripping a little at the ends. The man wore nothing but a long black robe which ended closer to the floor than his knees. He glanced at Tony indifferently as he moved to sit at the dressing table. As he sat down, the door vanished. Of course, Tony thought, Magic.

The man began to dry his hair on a small black towel, the dark locks spilling everywhere. It was a while until Tony realised he was staring and averted his gaze. "Where are we?" Tony asked, a little surprised by the sound of his voice, he was used to it's constant sound, but he hadn't heard it in such a long time. What he thought was a good question got no answer. Tony wondered if he had water stuck in his ear or something. "W-what happened?" The God smiled at this. He preferred this question. The raven-haired man sat back a little in his chair, setting the towel down and shaking his head so that his dark locks would settle more comfortably around his face. "Loki?" The man asked impatiently. The God smirked again, this time standing up to face the man.

"What do you think happened?" He asked, stepping towards the bed.

"Well.. I'm naked… did we..?" He was Tony FUCKING Stark! He didn't get this nervous! He did what he wanted, who he wanted, but even mass freaking murderers? Did it matter? He should have picked himself out of bed, injured and naked or not, and looked for some clothes. If he was naked, the God had seen it before. This would keep all the little dignity he had left, but NO, God forbid he'd be smart about it. NO, he had to make himself out to be one of those weak, vulnerable, cringey little SHITS that he hated so much. No point arguing now, you've gone and done it, given the world's worst enemy power over you. Well done TONY! As Tony's inside withering played through, he didn't notice the mischievous look In the God's eyes, flickering for only a moment.

Each step was slow and deliberate The long, pale legs advancing. Tony swallowed a lump in his throat. Was Loki doing seductive walking? As Loki reached the bed, he still hadn't broken Tony's gaze, turning to sit on the side of the bed, head never turning from Tony, he was locked in his eyes. Instead of answering the question with a reply, Loki began to crawl slowly and carefully across the bed, stopping to straddle Tony, gentle of his injuries. Tony's eyes widened in terror, paralysed under the man's gaze.

Long, elegant fingers stroked the side of Tony's neck, stopping at his chin the angle his face up a little. A twisted grin spread from each of Loki's ears as he bent down so that their lips might meet. Tony had his answer, they had definitely had sex.

Loki's lips were surprisingly soft but the kiss was firm. It was not aggressive as Tony may have expected judging by his broken ribs. Loki was a teaser, he kissed sensually and carefully, eventually forcing Tony's lips apart with a cool, darting tongue. Tony began to daydream of the origin's of the nickname 'silver tongue' and decided to distract himself by breaking the kiss, his chest ached from withdrawal, and pressed his lips to the bottom of the god's neck. Biting at the skin, and soothing with little kisses. As he worked at his neck, he let a hand slip to the front of loci's robe, pulling at it's tie. As it came undone, it revealed a perfect pale body which made Tony think of marble statues. He would have stopped to admire the man-God-thing in all his glory, but continued his hungry kisses up his neck. Tony wrapped his thighs around the man's waist, bringing him closer. Loki's eyes were shut, his mouth hung open a little and the shorter man's kisses continued up his neck. An unintentional gasp escaped the God's lips and Tony nipped at the sensitive skin beneath the man's ear. This development made Tony smile, leaving him shocked when Loki pulled him off and practically ran out the room and through a door which had appeared again, his now open robe billowing behind him.

"Bathroom's over there" The God called without pointing and the door vanished behind him leaving Tony alone. Sure enough, just before the other had disappeared, another appeared to his right. Tony lay back against the pillow, appalled by his lack of self control. He didn't have to kiss him back. He had just tried to kill him the day before. Within two minutes Tony was asleep, his mind racing with thoughts of billowing robes, green eyes and cool lips.