He didn't love the god- hell fucking no- but he did love how Loki always knew just what to do with his hands when his mouth was busy (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). And Loki- damn him- knew just how to distract him when he was trying to get important things done. Important things like, say, building another suit, which he really didn't need, or starting new weapons to his other suits, which he also didn't need, or even trying to fill out all the paper work Pepper had given him to fill out- and yes, she had handed it to him; handed. She knew he had a thing about that.
He was currently upgrading a few of his weapons, looking to add a quantum optics unit to record electromagnetic waves and magnify them back, effectively turning himself invisible- sort of; it would more or less project what it was seeing back onto the suit- but, eh, semantics. But of course, Loki was watching him, rather closely, as he took a long drink of his bourbon and examined his blue prints. He didn't turn to look at the god, instead sliding to his next set of blueprints. It was then that he felt gentle hands sliding up under his shirt. He shivered and arched into the touch, letting out a low growl of frustration.

"Not now, Reindeer Games. I'm busy. You've been keeping me from this all week," he grumbled. Loki chuckled in amusement.

"You were up all night last night, and the night before, Anthony Stark, working on this silly little project of yours. I believe you can afford a break," the god purred, rubbing himself up against Tony's back. Tony turned to face the god, pressing a rough kiss to his lips before pulling back with a smirk of his own.

"Wait until tonight, Loki Laufeyson," he said. Loki let out an indignant huff of frustration.

"I have told you not to call me that," Loki growled, eyes narrowed.

"You get to use my full name, I get to use yours," he threw back.

"Oh, but yours has such a nice sound to it," Loki murmured, eyes moving over Tony's face. Tony shrunk back a little under the heat of the gods stare.

"Oh, hush," Tony grumbled, turning back to the holograms.

"Anthony Stark, I am being serious. You have been up a full forty eight hours without rest. I do believe a simple rest is in order," Loki said, voice more serious now. Tony felt his heart pick up and he turned slowly to face the god, surprise written in his features.

"Is that…is that worry I hear?" Tony asked, a smirk forming on his face.

"Do not push me, Anthony Stark," Loki's voice was back to a growl. For some crazy, misunderstood reason, Tony wanted Loki to worry, wanted his heart to race whenever they were close the way his own did, wanted the god for far more than pleasure, but rather for those moments in between sex when they could talk about whatever they wanted.

"Are you telling me I need sleep or are you asking me to join you?" Tony asked.

"I suppose both. But at the moment you need a proper nights rest. We'll see how prepared you are in the morning," the god said, before taking Tony's arm and teleporting them. Tony blinked around in surprise and grinned.

"That was awesome," he said, looking at the god.

"Bed," Loki said as a reply, gently pushing Tony towards his bed.

"Yes, mother," Tony grumbled but collapsed into bed, tugging the blankets up to his chin. The lights were flicked off and Tony fell asleep almost instantly.

Explosions. That was all he saw. Explosions. And then he heard the yells of his team mates, Rodgers quiet confirmation, the weight of the bomb in his arms. Pepper didn't answer- he saw the flicker of her name across his screen as he tried to call her one last time. He saw the open portal, felt his breath hitch in his chest, his heart pound, sweat dripping down his forehead. It was all terrifying, certain death looming over him, proving Cap wrong, that he was willing to make the sacrifice. The breath rushed from his lungs; he couldn't breathe, could only watch as the bomb floated into the ship, feeling a sense of pride, of horror as it exploded. His lungs burned, his eyes too heavy to keep open, darkness consumed him….

He woke with a choked gasp, bolting upright, fingers scrabbling at the reactor in his chest, sweat soaking his back. It took too much effort to get another breath in. He tugged his knees up, tucked them tightly to his chest, buried his face in them. He felt a cool arm wrap around his back, pulling him closer.

"Relax, Anthony," Loki's familiar voice whispered. Despite everything, Tony found himself relaxing, almost against his will, as he leaned into the god, breathing still harsh. Soft fingers brushed away the hair plastered to his forehead and he leaned into the cool touch. His eyes were too heavy to keep open and he let himself sink into Loki. He barely noticed when Loki laid them back, the god keeping an arm around him, Tony's head coming to rest against the god's shoulder. He let out a soft breath, turning so he was curled around the god. Loki's voice rang out comfortingly quiet once more;

"Sleep, Anthony."

And he did.