Okay mans – I want you guys to enjoy this, but I have to say something

Because of this story I have been labelled as a tumblr obsessed freak who cant grasp the concept of these characters personalities or characteristics. I would like to say; 1 – I don't even have tumblr, and 2 – this fic was meant for the lolz, not to be serious. If you don't like it, then why are you here reading it?

I only did this for people to enjoy.

For those of you who have fave'd/alerted/enjoyed this fic – I love you, and thank you. I hope I can continue to entertain.

Without further ado; enjoy

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Of all the things that could possibly be on the front page of the newspaper it would be the battle they were in a week ago. And of all the pictures it had to be this one. He supposed he's count it as front page news if he wasn't so involved.

That was the day Tony decided the universe really liked to take his life and shake it upside down, and then, just when he was getting used to it being that way, it'd jostle him back.

For the front of this paper held a very, very high quality picture of a not-so-mysterious god on a not-so-unfamiliar bike, with a very familiar genius-playboy-billionaire-philanthropist.

Of course that's what it would be. Of all the images, it would be this one; the one where Tony had his arms tightly woven around the god and with said god gracing a million dollar grin and wink to the photographer.

Woo. And that just so happened to be the day after his so-called 'admission of love', and was there even the slightest hint of hope the journalist would forget that? Nope. None.

And if it wasn't bad enough, any mention of the god would have him remembering the situation they'd been in moments before the rest of the avengers team had caught up. That was far too much remembering. Especially when every single one of the avengers cast and crew had come to dish him out, individually mind you, over the course of the past 72 hours. So here he was, a week and 3 days after the incident, with the three day old paper being thrown in his face, again, by Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner. He wondered why they'd come to chew him out together this time. Which point would they solidify? Do not trust the enemy? Do not help the enemy? Don't get friendly with the enemy? Don't get on unknown transportation devices? Don't get on unknown transportation devices with an enemy? Or maybe his favourite – coming from a very foul mouthed Clint – Are you guys fucking? It had hit a little too close to home and he'd shut the archer up with a venomously snarky response.

As it was the paper had gone flying towards his head, for the umpteenth time, and he'd swatted it away just before it hit him square in the face. The paper flopped uselessly as he tried to juggle it, eyes squinting in case a wayward page decided his pupil was a lovely place to lodge itself.

"What?" he growled as he finally controlled the paper - and by that he means squashing it - into his lap.

"What is that?" Bruce asked nicely, unable to speak rudely seen as the Captain had just launched the paper at his lab mate.

"I think we've been over this…" He sighed, hand coming up to scrub at his eyes. Why did he constantly have to explain the situation, had he not done it enough?

"Tony," Steve said, tone brooking no argument. He was clearly the most upset with the situation, although Tony wasn't sure if it was because it was the enemy or because it was another man – the papers had said a lot of things, and considering his 'admission of love' which the captain had read all about he figured it was probably a safe bet either way. "The machine; Dr Banner was talking about the machine."

"Oh." He exclaimed, not expecting that question, "It's a kind of motorbike I suppose." He replied, trying to avoid the topic longer, fingers running along his lips in what may have looked like contemplation, but was really the feeling of a ghost memory.

"What was it like?" Bruce asked in excitement at the same time Steve ground out "Not good enough Stark." Who'm I answering, he thought dumbly as he watched the two opposing reactions. He decided to answer them both in one.

"How am I supposed to know, it's not as if we sat down and had tea talking about exactly what the hell it was. We hardly had the time between flying, being yelled at by you" he pointed accusingly at Steve, "And saving the city."

"For the last time Tony, Loki did not save the city; he caused that problem and you know it."

"I distinctly remember him saying he would belt out 'Be Prepared' at his next event. I didn't hear it, did you? Come on Steve, he said he didn't do it, weren't you listening? All of his points were valid."

"He-" Steve tried to talk again, but Tony spoke across louder.

"ALL OF THEM." Steve looked like he was about to punch something – hopefully not him.

"Well, how about you write out everything you found out about the bike-thing while you were getting friendly with our friendly-neighbourhood God of Mischief and start figuring out how it works – the tech looked amazing, although I'm sure you were otherwise occupied." Bruce said teasingly as he led a grumbling Steve away from the workshop. Thank god for Bruce Banner, the only guy who'd seen reason and decided to tease him in a less vulgar way than Clint. The small things.

He slapped the paper onto the table beside him as he heard the doors slide shut and the elevator ping, signalling its journey away. Privacy, ah.

"You look flustered Mr Stark." Privacy short lived. He turned to the silky smooth voice, knowing exactly who he would see.

"Nice of you to show. Mind telling the others to lay off?" he asked jokingly

"I hardly thought you would approve of them knowing the nature of our encounter." Loki said smirking, leaning against the far wall, hands in the pockets of his dressed-down armour.

"Well maybe you could just tell them how I wasn't getting friendly with the enemy, and you weren't the cause of the problem."

"I think," he said looking up as if pondering, "That you were, in fact, getting pretty friendly with the 'enemy'." His face was pulled up happily, well, it seemed happier than past expressions he had witnessed.

"You're right," he said, building up his retort, "We were enjoying ourselves too much, weren't focused enough huh?" he asked and the God eyed him without losing the upwards tilt of the mouth – he knew he was being led into something.

"This is coming from you, the one who tried to burrow their way into my back whilst war waged around. This perspective, I believe, is backed by the media." Spoken lazily, like someone at complete ease, a deep rumble. How is that fair? He's in Avengers HQ, enemy territory, feeling calm?

"You were the one who said I was distracting." He shot in return. He heard the god chuckle as he stood and made his way over to the table where he would force his attention back to the construction of his newest model suit.

"Tell me, Stark; is this distracting?" He was frozen to the spot; he hardly dared to take a breath for fear of what reaction it would cause. The god had moved silently, he'd give him props for that, considering the distance and the swiftness in which it had happened. Loki had come up behind him, hands resting on his hips and face pressed near his neck, speaking the words just below his ear. Was that distracting? Yes. Hell yes. It was more distracting than that one time in college when he saw Sarah Black getting changed through their dorm windows after he'd been crushing on her since middle school. To sum up; yes, it was really fucking distracting.

"No." the reply spilled from his mouth. Was that a challenge? It sounded like a challenge to him. He would have taken it as a challenge.

"No?" the god breathed, lips grazing the skin, inflection suggesting he knew just how large a lie it was, "How about this?" he asked trailing his hands to his stomach, slowly, deliberately, causing him to come flush against Tony's back. It was at this point when most rational reactions and thoughts flew out of Tony's head, becoming a mantra of things mostly revolving around; Holy shit, Loki is touching me! And he found it wasn't nearly as disturbing as he wished it was. And Loki was just standing there, pulled against his back and breathing against the column of his neck and yeah, he understood how that could potentially be problematic when trying to fly a magical-bike-thing away from a hoard of murderous creatures.

"O-okay" he stumbled out, pulling at the hands wound around him, trying to get away from the grasp that was making his breath come far too quickly for his liking. "I get your point." He said, head ducking the opposite way from the air on his neck, almost crying out when he found there was no-way for him to move forward, what with the table being right there. Maybe he could duck out sideways, he thought quickly as the arms detached from around his waist. Only that option was stopped short when the gods hands met the desk and Tony found himself effectively pinned and trapped. He let out a small whine he hoped went unheard as he twisted in his make-shift cage, figuring he wouldn't leave his back unprotected to the god. Only now he was in an infinitely more awkward situation, as Loki hadn't moved and leaning back as far as he could still resulted in being nose-to-nose with the trickster.

His heart raced in his chest as he tried to come up with an appropriate response to the situation with no avail. He could barely do more than let air escape his lips and puff over the others face, eyes locking with a shocking intensity he couldn't break. His hands hung between them, he didn't know where to place them. He wanted them to act as a barrier, something that would stop the god, but knew they would try something very different if they actually came into contact with the man. "Okay, Loki, point proven. Might wanna, uh, establish some space or something." He muttered a far sight from eloquent.

"Oh but Tony," The god purred, lips tweaking upwards as he faked a serious exposition, and his voice carried through the air so teasingly. Loki moved forward so that his lips and then cheek rested lightly against his own, mouthing his next words; "You owe me one." He could practically hear the sex dripping off the voice, curling its way around his insides.

"I-I thought you gave me it for free." He trembled out – god damnit where was his suave style when he needed it. It wasn't really a question. Loki hummed and he could feel the movement travel through his entire being.

"I did." He turned his head so that the motions his mouth made traced along the side of his face. "But then I saved you from being riddled with holes by your team mates." Heart galloping in his chest and body on the verge of flipping out he grasped at the opportunity to gain control of the situation.

"As I recall, I was the one who pushed you away." He could feel the smile sliding over the face.

"But I did help to carry the fair maiden across perfidious grounds." Was that a tongue? He swears that was a tongue.

"I maintain that I pushed you away before we were shot." He defied, still trying to scoot away but finding it harder, not because of his entrapment, but because of his waning will.

"Well then, perhaps," the god spoke, drawing back, mouth and nose dragging along his cheek leaving a burning trail behind, stopping when he could see his eyes, "perhaps," he repeated, breath ghosting across his lips, the gods eyes focused on the exact same spot, "I owe you one." He looked up, locking eyes. They were so close and Tony felt he could see into the depths of his soul, see the pain that shouldn't cloud a gods mind. His eyes flitted over Loki's face, waiting for his next move, but apart from the stunning lips adorning the gods own face, he couldn't bring himself to look far from the green pools for long. The gods eyes flicked down and up once again, head moving forward and Tony was sure they were separated by nigh a hairs width now. Somehow, through the swirling of his emotions he saw the question in the gods movements, in the way the air spread wet across his lips, but didn't press closer. He gave his answer without meaning to, head giving a minute nod he wasn't sure would be noticed, so he pushed forward himself, hoping to high heaven he hadn't read this situation wrong; that Loki hadn't just been playing with him and he was going to make a fool out of himself.

He felt the press of lips against his own, cold and firm, before they made way for an open mouth and a tongue leaving an amorous trail along the pressed curve of his mouth, coaxing it open easily. It was soft, not pushing or controlling, yet incredibly hot, making him push forward chasing more as their breath mingled. The tongue worked its way inside his mouth, running smooth lines and leaving pulsing want in their wake. He tried to battle with it, but the silver-tongued god really lived up to his name and forced Tony to comply with his movements.

Tony knew his hands had made contact by the sudden grasping of cloth in his hands as he pushed in harder, mouth opening wider as to allow the ministrations to continue, hands finding their way around the armour, leather and metal on the being in front of him. The table pushing into his back was no longer a problem as Loki stepped forward and he lifted his head to follow the taller's mouth, their bodies becoming more connected.

Again he feels the god smirking, right before he feels the hands that have now left the table tighten their grip on him, one working its way up to his ribs as the other pulls at his hip.

The elevator pinged and he found himself with an armful of nothing, arms waving out as he tried to catch himself after his support had decided to vanish.

He flings the first thing he can get his hands on at the elevator as its doors open, and he sees Clint frantically pressing the buttons as the doors slide closed before they'd even finished opening.

Turns out, as he is informed when he heads up for dinner a great deal later, he'd thrown a screwdriver, and it had hit Clint fair in the arm. He'd had to go to the infirmary and get two stitches, hardly much considering their jobs, but it made him feel better.

It was past 1 in the morning when he decided he'd fall into bed, only to find his kitten staring at him, reminding him. Reminding him. Reminding him. He decided he'd have a shower first.

Tony was snapped out of his reverie the following morning when Thor let out a bellowing roar of "My Brother is toying with us!" at a very grumpy looking Steve. He hadn't realised they were in an argument.

"Your brother pulled those beasts to Earth to cause pain, and it worked! He must be held accountable for his actions!" Steve yelled back

"My brother has done things in his past which I know you do not applaud him for, but his intentions are not harmful in this case! He would not go about it in such a way!"

"Your Brother is a Monster Thor!" yelled the super soldier.

"I would urge you not to speak that way – it is such words that hath caused my brother much pain." He spoke quietly, which was somehow much scarier.

"How about we calm this down, eh?" he asked, stepping away from the bar and walking between the two forces, apparently the only one willing to do so if he was going on the looks the others were giving him. "Thor knows his brother best, so if he says his brother isn't at fault, I say we believe him." Steve lifted his arm and took in a breath to begin ranting again, "And Steve, you can take your opinions elsewhere, your mothering and grumping isn't appreciated here – you need to chill."

To that the star-spangled soldier harrumphed and stomped away.

"Thank you for your words, man of iron," Thor spoke to him softly after the situation had diffused and with it the avengers leaving to their own business, "I understand it must be hard given the situation my brother has placed you in over the past weeks." He looked down sadly.

"No worries, point-break, I trust your judgement on him well enough." He clapped his shoulder, happy the situation had ended as smoothly as it had.

"I wish the others would as well, it would make things a fair sight easier and my brother wouldn't have to continue this charade of his." He sighed.

"Wait, charade? What do you mean?" he took a step back and into Thor's eyesight.

"There are things your people don't understand, and this, I fear, will always chase my brother. But it is no matter – things cannot be changed, although I believe he is working towards it, futile as his attempts may be. Leave it be, this concern shouldn't burden you." As much as he wanted to push, the definitive tone made him drop it.

"Alright, well, I'll see you." He said as he walked away, Thor turning to the window to stare out over the city.

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There we go, a little thing I wrote as I decided I didn't want to study – I am the king (Queen) of procrastination. Now time to go do something distinctly not study oriented.

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