I'm breaking all sorts of laws driving down the streets but all the coppers stop their high-speed chase as soon as the see the STARK license plate.

It took me six minutes to get to the blasted apartment complex, which is too damn long in my opinion. The entire trip there I felt like my innards were going to spontaneously combust. I'm eighty eight percent sure someone lit a fire in my stomach and the closer I got to the cursed apartment complex, the fire intensified. It got so bad when I got there, that I had to refrain myself from crawling the last two fights of stairs. Tony Stark does not crawl.

When I got to the door, 4F, I was leaning against the wall a little too heavily and knocked a little too weakly. I knocked again and again and finally, I thought the knocking was loud enough to be heard by someone other than a dog. I waited about thirty long seconds before Loki came to the door, drenched in sweat.

"Hey Loki. I just ca-" was all I got to say before his lips were crashed into his. He was moaning and all we were doing was kissing.

Wait. I am definitely not supposed to be kissing Loki of all people. I pulled away and he stopped and looked into my eyes and begged.

"Please, Man of Iron. I need this. I need you."

Anndd there goes all of my chances to get out of this. You see, as an Alpha, all I've ever wanted was to be needed by my Omega. It's really all any Alpha wants. But I made a pact with myself that if I ever stumble upon an Omega in heat, which everyone can see the signs but only their Alpha can smell, then I under no circumstance would engage in any sexual activity. An Omega's heat lasts about two weeks. The first three days or so are tolerable. They can function but most of the time Omegas get prepared for the rest of their heat. It's the last six days of their heat that are absolutely unbearable without some sort of penetration. It gets better if they have their Alpha there in the room. So, and this is just a theory, if Loki was just starting his heat in the coffee shop then it would make sense that his heat is in the more intense stage right now.

While I was in my mind pondering over what to do, Loki was sucking at my neck and groping me through my pants.

I've decided to do the more responsible thing and not to let this go too far, too soon. If they truly are mates then they will be together soon enough. This is not the way I wanted to meet my mate.

"Whoa there tiger. Calm yourself. Go sit over on the bed."

An Omega in heat is much more...responsive then any other time. This is probably why Loki didn't even question my words and go and sat down on the bed. He trusts me.

I took off my shirt and went over to the bed and did the same to Loki. Obviously, he got the wrong idea and went to take off his pants as well.

"No. Those stay on. There are going to be rules here. One, pants stay on at all times. Two, you can kiss me and you can touch me and you can touch yourself, but you have to stay away from my crotch. Capiche?"

Loki was too far gone to give a spoken answer but he managed a weak nod. He looked so sad at my words that it almost broke my heart.

"Listen to me. It's not that I don 't want you. Trust me, I do. It's that I don't want this to be something you regret later. I don't want you to look at me like I took advantage of you. I don't know how far along in your heat you are," and that is when it hit him. Loki isn't even from Earth. He has no idea how long these heats last or what they consist of. He could be here for weeks. "or for that matter, how long they last. If we are truly mates, then we are going to start off with me pounding you into the matress." Loki moaned at those words but he still didn't move from his spot on the other side of the bed. Not until I said it was okay and didn't that send desire straight to where it shouldn't be going.

"Come here, Loki. I'll stay with you until you are sane enough to kick me out."

That was all it took until there was a very heavy god lying on top of me sucking at my face. Kissing was something I could do. It wasn't even that sexual anymore.

We kissed until Loki exhausted himself, clearly seeing I wasn't going to give in on what I said, and then he curled up in a ball against my chest and fell asleep.

I woke up the next day to Loki's mouth exactly where it shouldn't be.

"Hey! HEY! Yeah you! No touchy my junkie, remember? Off, now."

As expected, Loki obeyed and sat very still while I pulled my pants up and put my belt back on. When I finished I looked up at Loki, ready to yell at him for breaking both rules when I noticed he was crying. Yep, you heard me. The infamous trickster God from Asgard was sitting on his bed in a heap softly weeping.

"Loki," I said softly as I moved over to where he was lying curled in on himself, "Loki, look at me."

Loki's eyes were red and puffy with tears glistening over them.

"I'm sorry but I thought we had an understanding. Pants and no crotch. Remember?"

Loki weakly nodded and hiccuped. He hiccuped and it was the cutest thing in the world. I laughed quietly as I pulled him against my chest and held him there running my hands through his hair.

Once he settled a little and stopped crying (and hiccuping, damn hiccuping) he started to moan again and I couldn't figure out why he was moaning until I remembered my hand in his hair and thought it could be worse.

He turned around abruptly and planted a huge, sloppy, messy kiss on me and I laughed through it. When he took a breath of air he moved down o my chest and was leaving trails of kisses. While he was busy doing that, I remembered that I have a life that doesn't just consist of Loki's little apartment and I pulled my phone out to check it.

One message from Pepper wanting to know if I found him.

Two calls and three messages from Clint.

Two calls from Fury.

Two calls and a message from Natasha.

Three calls and some very poorly written messages from Thor.

Three calls and a voice mail from Rhodey.

Five calls from Steve.

Eight calls, a voice mail, and six messages from Bruce.

Wow.

I noticed Loki wasn't touchy-touchy on me anymore so I looked up scared to find out what he was doing only to find him staring at the Arc Reactor.

"You like? Made it myself."

Loki had the same face that most children wear when they spot me in the crowds. You know? The open-mouth, speechless, eyes full of wonder type of thing.

Gently he placed a finger on it and traced it along one of the lines.

"What is it?" Loki somehow managed to get out.

Mentally debating on if I should tell him or not, I decided it couldn't be too bad if he knew.

"It's a miniature Arc Reactor. It keeps shrapnel from piercing my heart. I was captured in Afghanistan by the enemies who had gotten a hold of my weapons and tortured me into making them an even bigger weapon. I respectfully declined and then proceeded to build the Iron Man mach one and kick their sorry asses."

At the end of the little tirade, I looked up at Loki who was now staring at me with some sort of emotion in his eyes I couldn't place at the time and he quickly looked away.

"Can you talk or not?"

"Very...little. Mouth...dry."

I could have kicked myself. Of course Loki's mouth was dry. All he has done for the last day and a half was touch me and sleep. An Omega in heat has to eat certain foods to keep their energy up. Loki was in no shape to cook himself food and calling in an order was hard when you were never sure who would be delivering the food, Alpha or Omega. I can't even be a good Alpha. I'm so fucking useless.

Loki must have seen my change in demeanor because he said, "'S...okay. I'm...a...God."

"That is no excuse for me not feeding you. I'm sorry Loki. I'm not great at this. I'm going to go get you something right now. What do you want. Just note, I'm not great in the kitchen."

"No! No...don't...leave."

"Well, you have to eat. You stay here and I am going to go get you a glass of water first, okay? We'll take it a step at a time."

Loki agreed and I disentangled myself from him and walked to where I assume was the kitchen. On the way there, I called Pepper.

"Oh thank God Tony! You're okay! How's it going? I assume you are still at Loki's."

"I'm fine Pep. I am at Loki's and I just realized that I have no idea the last time he ate was and I have no idea what I'm supposed to feed him."

"Ok, well start with water. That helps with the mo-"

"Yeah I got that part Pepper. Food?"

"Usually Steve gets me a salad with meat in it. Like chicken or steak. Make sure that he has fruit too."

"'Kay. Thanks!"

I hung up on her and searched through the kitchen to find a glass and promptly filled it with water and scurried back to the room to find Loki in a ball again panting.

"Here, drink," he said as he sat down on the bed.

As soon as Loki heard me, he jumped on me and almost spilled the water.

"Missed me that bad Bambi?"

He whined as a response and hugged tighter.

"You need to drink the water. Don't want you dying on me."

"'S...okay. I'm...a.."

"A God. Yeah I got that. But I'm not going to settle until you can form coherent sentences again. "

"Fine," and with that he gulped the entire glass of water down and sat the glass back down on the stand. "There. I can form a sentence now. Kiss me."

I did as instructed and we continued to do so until we heard a knock on the door.