Soft moans and heavy pants filled the room. The air was thick with the scent of motor oil, spice, sweat, and sex. Bodies arched into each other to gain sweet friction; Hands gripping sheets and one another to find purchase; Lips crashing, tongues entwining. The windows fogged at the clash of overly flush skin against icy heat threating to consume them both. Beads of sweat formed against tanned skin, freezing on contact with the touch of cobalt blue fingers only to melt as the digits trailed away. Russet eyes burned as they were consumed by the smoldering crimson orbs bearing down upon him.

To tony, there was nothing more beautiful and sensual than Loki in his Jotun form. It took him over a year to get him to reveal his true form. And he was absolutely smitten. The god abhorred it; Tony adored it. He proved that by laying the frost giant across the nearest surface and pounding him into oblivion. Although Tony didn't have to beg and plead anymore to see Loki in his Mystique blue skin, it still took some convincing and was few and far between. He would absolutely demand it once the god was up and about again.

He wandered around his workshop aimlessly unable to think about anything but the dream/memory that plagued him from the night before. Flash after flash of skin on skin, gripping, pulling, scratching, biting, kissing, tasting. Fuck! It was driving him crazy and making him horny as hell. Convinced he wasn't going to get any work done today, he resigned himself to get lost in his best bottle of scotch.

Passing out in the middle of his bed (surprised he made it that far), bottle still in hand, the dream from the night before returned with a vengeance, but had been altered.

They stood in the middle of the master bedroom in various forms of undress barely touching each other. Loki ran arctic fingertips down his chest and around the reactor. "Anthony, of all the times we couple, why do you dream of this? Why this form?" He skimmed his fingers down the plains of Tony's stomach resting at the top of his jeans. Those fiercely loving ruby eyes searching his own.

"Why not? I like you like this. It's exotic, it's raw, it's you. What's not to love?" Loki opened his mouth to speak, Tony cut him off. "Don't give me that shit about being a 'monster'. We've been over this. You're my 'monster', my frost giant, my god. Mine." Tony pulled him closer possessively and began nipping at the azure flesh that made his tongue tingle with the need to kiss every inch of him. Grinding his hips against his frost giant; eliciting a low moan from the other, he slid his hands inside Loki's pants to cup his bare ass. Tony growled with the sudden urge to dominate. Scooping Loki up, he tossed him onto the bed. The god looked back at him with lustful surprise.

"Tony."

"The fuck—did you just call me Tony? Now I know I'm dreaming." He shucked his pants and crawled onto the bed as Loki scooted further up. "Say it again."

"Tony." He said breathily, licking his thin blue lips. That bright pink tongue taunting him.

The shorter man clamored up over him crashing their lips together. The fight for dominance was short lived as the god gave in quickly, wanting his little human to take control. Tony bit down on his neck, gasping he wrapped his arms around his lovers back. "I'm going to ruin you. Wanna watch you come undone." He mumbled against chilled skin as he reached between them cupping Loki through leather pants. He bucked up into the touch.

"More… Please."

Fuck all! Loki never begged for anything! He was going to lose it completely and they hadn't even started. The glow from his reactor flickered as he undid the god's pants and plunged his hand inside. The Trickster moaned wantonly as Tony ran his tongue over his collarbone nipping at it, making his way lower still.

Loki threaded his fingers through Tony's hair. "Is this how you want me T-Tony? Vulnerable and needy? Desperate for your touch? Laid out before you, begging for the release that only you can give me?" Tony groaned at his words, tasting the cool skin under him, tracing the ridged that spanned his lean torso. Loki whimpered as the man of iron pulled the leather down over his hips, grazing his teeth over his hipbone. "I would do anything you asked. Anything for you."

"Anything?" Tony's eyes locked with his as he flicked his tongue out and dragged it up the god's length.

"Anything, Anthony. Anything."

Tony came back over him, the spark in the reactor surged brilliant green. It dawned on him that this was no ordinary dream. "I want to make this a reality. I want you to come back to me." His parted lips hovered a hair's breathe from the god's. Loki inhaled deeply as the man of iron exhaled; emerald tendrils of magic wove their way into him. The enchanted glow encompassing the lovers. He pulled his mortal down to him connecting their lips in a fevered embrace.

Although Loki was the one receiving his power, Tony clearly radiated with it. The magic that enveloped him spread down to his fingers as his calloused hand stroked the god's length. "You are mine. You belong to me and I'm not done with you yet babe." His words ran deeper than their current state and they both knew it. "Do you understand me?"

Loki hissed as the genius squeezed him. "Y-yes."

"Say it."

"I'm yours." He didn't know where the possessiveness came from. Maybe drunk with the power he, quite literally, had over him. The Trickster didn't care. He was lost and helpless to Tony's whim and he loved it. If only it were more than a dream.

"Say you'll never leave me." Tony removed Loki's pants completely before crawling back between his legs. There was a hint of desperation in his demand. He ran both hands up the god's thighs parting them further. The touch sending frigid flesh aflame. Grabbing his legs he pulled sharply until there were flush against each other. "Say it!"

Loki's breathe quickened and his hips bucked when Tony rubbed his fingers along his hardened length. "I'll never leave you, Tony."

Tony growled lowly and pushed one enchanted digit into the writhing god under him causing him to moan loudly, "Swear it Loki. Swear you will never leave me." He entered another finger and began working them slowly.

Loki knotted his hands in the sheets. "By the Norn's, Anthony, I swear on my life I will never leave you!"

Removing his fingers he replaced them swiftly with his member pushing in until he was seated against Loki's bare blue ass. "Good." He started a bruising pace as he repeatedly pounded into his lover. Loki grabbed onto his biceps as he threw one of the god's legs over his shoulder and leaned in. There was a feral moan that left his throat as he watched Loki squirm and pant beneath him. Crying out when he hit that bundle of nerves. The lustful glare of those radiant red eyes pushed him further—challenging him.

"Harder" The god hissed—but it wasn't in English; Tony understood it none the less.

Pulling out, he flipped his cerulean god over, bringing him up on his knees. Placing Loki's hands on the headboard he drove back into him with abandon. The god threw his head back letting out a string of curses in old Norse.

"Mmm—I love it when you talk dirty to me." The Ironman replied one hand gripping Loki's hip, the other tracing the markings on his back. They started glimmering brightly as he ran his fingers over them, spreading outward. "Goddammit, you are so fucking beautiful." The god's silver tongue continued his mantra in between gasps and screams of Tony's name. The headboard banged loudly against the wall. Tony threaded his fingers through long thick locks and bit down on Loki's shoulder.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes!"

"Do you need me?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?"

(whimper) "Yes!"

"Do you want more?"

Loki muttered incoherently. Tony rotated his hip slightly, ripping a scream from the god's lips. "I didn't hear you.. what do you want?"

"More! Please! Don't stop!"

Tony let go of his hair and snaked his hand down to his neglected length, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Loki's head lolled to one side as he continued his assault on the god's neck. A low keening sound escaping his parted lips.

"That's it baby, come for me. Give it to me, Loki. " He growled.

Moments later Loki's body tensed, he came hard with his lovers name on his lips. A few more deep thrust, Tony followed suit riding out his orgasm. Both men lay spent and breathing heavily. Tony held Loki close listening to the frantic pounding of his heart slowly return to normal.

Lithe cobalt fingers traced the outer edge of the reactor as Tony twirled a piece of black hair around his fingers. "How long are you going to keep me like this?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Loki tilted his head back and gave his love a bland look. "You know exactly what I mean, Anthony."

He chuckled softly, "What, not comfortable in your own skin?"

"I am comfortable in my own skin; just not my Jotun skin." The god sighed.

"Alright, alright. We just had a moment; don't want you pissed at me." Loki's skin began to pale and he relaxed in relief. "But for the record, I'm never going to tire of seeing you like that."

"Of course."

Tony scooted down a little so they were eye to eye and cupped Loki's cheek. "Hey, I mean it. I would still love you even if you grew three heads and a tail. I love all of you, even the parts you don't."

Loki huffed a small laugh. "You are too good for me."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah." It caused the god to laugh louder. "No more gloomy Gus, you're ruining the moment. So what do you think that little power transfer did this time? I hope it was something, like I don't know, enough to wake your unconscious ass up. We're running out of time here babe."

Loki ran his fingers over Tony's side as he brought his leg over the god's. "I know. I'm not sure what has happened but it is entirely too bright in here." He squinted.

"Lok's, it's still dark." Tony became animated. "Does that mean you opened your eyes?"

"It is quite possible. That would be a logical explanation." He blinked and tried to bury his head in Tony's chest, which was equally as bright but more comforting.

"How do I get ahold of Thor? I need him to bring you back here. I mean these are awesome little steps we're making, but we gotta stop meeting like this. I think if I was physically able to observe you this might go quicker." He held Loki tighter. Thoughts running rampant in his head.

"I believe all you would have to do is call for him, however, he will be resistant to bringing me back to Midgard while in this unprotected state." He brought his hand to his eyes, trying to shield them further.

"Well he can stay too, hell all of Asgard could move in for all I care. The healers obviously aren't making that much of a difference. If he's worried about protection we'll have Spangles move in too."

Loki chuckled a muffled response. "I am not the one you need to convince to make that happen."

"Yeah, well, I wish I had your way with words. Especially with Thor. The man hangs of your every word." Tony groused twirling Loki's hair at the base of his neck.

"You do not need my silver-tongue, Anthony. You yourself have the gift of gab. Talk circles around him and before you know it he will agree to whatever you desire." Tony had pulled the sheets over their heads, trying to help Loki's temporary sensitivity to the dark. "It is not working my love. I'm afraid I must go." Loki said with a heavy heart.

"What if he doesn't come?" Tony pulled him a little closer, savoring the feel of him before he woke.

"He will not ignore you. He knows there would be hell to pay if he were to do so." Loki kissed the corner of Tony's mouth chastely before squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Tony blinked up at his ceiling slowly coming out of his alcohol induced haze. He could still feel Loki's lips on him. Sighing and filled with a renewed purpose, Stark pulled himself from his twisted sheets and headed for shower. Time was of the essence: only four months left. He needed his head clear, mind fresh. He needed a drink.

"Jarvis put on the coffee. Daddy's got some brainstorming to do."

"Right away, sir."