A/N: It happened! The rating has moved from T to M! Enjoy...


Chapter 9

Where did I go wrong?

It had been a week since Loki had agreed to treating Stark as more of a partner, yet now Tony felt as if he were in even deeper trouble than ever. His heart was pounding at a dangerously fast rate as the god of mischief harshly slammed him into the stiff wall. Loki's bright eyes were burning into Tony's with anger and frustration like nothing the mortal had ever seen and powerful cold hand clasped tightly around his throat.

Where did I go wrong? Tony's mind repeated as he started to trace back on all of his actions.

The cooperation between the two actually started out quite nice. Nice for Tony anyways. Loki would go about his regular business and Tony wouldn't bother in defying or trying to stop him. It was rather relaxing compared to being tortured, but Tony couldn't ever bring himself to tell Loki that he would do anything against his past team or even that he would actually cooperate with the villain. This irritated the god but he appeared to be holding onto his patience pretty well. Loki would occasionally allow Tony some information on what plans he was choosing to take, which typically involved uniting with past alliances and strong beings who would agree to help him in world conquest. Conversations about about ruling the world were always one sided since the mortal wasn't ready to agree and he knew it would just be completely absurd to try and disagree, so Tony found the whole topic to be uncomfortable quite simply boring. It was obvious that the deity was truly trying to get the mortal more involved in this partnership, but Tony just wasn't able keep up with his side of the deal.

As a few day had gone by, the realization finally completely hit Tony; Loki had actually kissed him. Even more, Tony kissed him back. Did the god plan on taking those actions any further? Was there actually something between the two men?

"Did it mean anything? The kiss?" Tony had once asked.

"Please Anthony, do no over think things." And that had been the end of the subject.

So Tony tried not to think about it, although it almost hurt to see that Loki was acting as if it never even happened. Tony was feeling an emptiness grow inside him and he couldn't help but feel entirely lost with no plans of what to do. As the mortal avoided doing anything to assist the god, Loki was soon becoming very distant and annoyed with Tony. Sometimes the god would simply disappear and leave Tony for different amounts of time without a word, then simply return with no explanation as to where he was. This bothered Tony but he was just thankful to be allowed access to all of the living area instead of being locked in a single room. Of course the idea of escape was always around, but after hours spent exploring the area, Tony found absolutely no exit what so ever. Just where the hell where they anyway?

Every day seemed to get slower and slower. Loki's disappearances would become more frequent and Tony was basically left to take care of himself. The mortal thought this vast amount of distance from the god would help swipe away all of his deep cravings but if anything, they seemed to be growing. It was as if being pushed away was only pulling him in deeper. Was this part of Loki's plan?

Tony was allowed access to food, water, occasional baths, and sometimes Loki would even use his magic to give the mortal a new change of clothes. However he always appeared to be cold and irritated, acting as if Tony was more of a burden that he couldn't get anything good from.

Finally, both men were hardly even talking to each other, and Loki's agitation had finally reached its breaking point.

"Stark!" Loki had found Tony relaxing on a large chair in a simple room, something the mortal did often. "You promised me improvements!" The sudden confrontation took Tony by surprise, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it.

"What do you mean? You've completely ignored me. I have nothing to work with." His reply came bluntly, but Tony was truthfully glad Loki was actually talking to him again.

"I've tried getting you involved, getting you to cooperate! But it seems you can not meet the expectations I have for a worthy partner."

"You're asking for a lot here. I haven't tried to stop you, I dropped my defiance, I haven't even said anything disrespectful!"

"Yes I'm well aware. You have done absolutely nothing and I have been more than patient with you. I have given you time to adjust and yet I still get the feeling you will not cooperate fully. Every time I even mention my plans you don't even care to respond! No suggestions, no feedback, you don't even ask questions! You just sit there as if you are still being foolish enough to try and think up some way out of all of this!" Loki's anger was starting to worry Tony as he knew the god's words weren't far from true. But the mortal had no excuse that Loki would consider to be descent.

"Ok, look, just give me more time."

"I have given you time! You told me that you would cooperate with me if I treated you with more respect. I say that I have exceeded my side of the deal, where does your part come in?"

"Well I also said I wanted to feel as if I was getting something from serving you, which I haven't." Wrong move. Completely wrong move. Within seconds, the angered god's hands were gripped tightly onto Tony's shirt, yanking him forcefully from his seated position.

"Do you think I would simply allow just any mortal to just live here? You would have been killed long ago if I did not see such high potential in you! I have granted you survival, free from pain even! What do you mean you are getting nothing from this?!"

And that was where the argument started. Tony couldn't tell if it was many small wrong moves that had gotten him to this point, or just one big one towards the end. Whatever it was, it had really gotten him in trouble with the god, and the billionaire had no idea as to where this could be going. Now Tony feared for his life as the god's grip around his neck tightened, and he soon found that he was slowly being slid up the wall several inches from the ground.

"Loki..!" The soft choke left the mortal's throat as he looked desperately into the god's eyes. His hands latched onto the god's powerful arm as he tried to get any support to prevent being strangled.

"I could kill you right now, Anthony. It would be so simple and your mere mortal life would be gone within seconds with a quick flick of my wrist!" Loki's angered words drove fear into Tony's heart and his large brown eyes were expressing it clearly.

"No... Please!" Another choke came and it was becoming harder for Tony to utter out any breaths. He was briefly pulled from the wall only to be slammed against it once again with more force.

"Although it may prove easier with you completely out of my way, I still believe you are capable of breaking. It was wrong of me to think you were ready to be placed besides me when you are still so far below me." Loki lowered the mortal to his feet and loosened his grip around his neck, allowing Tony to gasp for air. "Just don't forget that I am always capable of ending your life and I'm not afraid to do it." Tony was utterly relieved to hear that he wasn't going to die, at least not yet. A few coughs escaped him as his lungs were filling with much needed air. Although he had a feeling the god wasn't done with him yet.

"You don't have to do this, Loki." Tony's eyes were begging for mercy.

"But I think I do." Loki released Tony's neck completely and he ran his hands down the length of the mortal's arms, gripping onto his wrists once he reached them. "You haven't even learned the meaning of fear." The cold voice was whispered into Tony's ear as Loki leaned into him. His hands around the mortal's wrists latched painfully tight around them as they were pushed forcefully against the wall. Tony caught a lump in his throat as he stared into still air. There was no space between him and the god now and Loki seemed to be getting impossibly colder.

"What... What are...?" Before Tony could finish the was a sudden cold and brisk pain at his wrists where Loki's hands were. It was a freezing pain as if dozens of frozen blades were digging mercilessly under his skin. The mortal frantically looked down to his hands to see that thick ice were climbing up his arms and freezing them against the wall. He had no idea Loki was capable of doing this, but by this point not a lot surprised him.

"Anthony, did Thor ever tell you of my parentage? Where I truly come from?" The god was still leaned into Tony, whispering into his ear.

"He... He only mentioned that you were adopted." Tony answered and was too fearful to try and look towards the god. His eyes were widened and he would occasionally choke on his breaths as the freezing ice slowly had both of his arms entirely frozen to the solid wall.

"Of course. He is humiliated to admit that he was raised with a frost giant." The god's grip from Tony's wrists finally released as he pulled away from the mortal.

"What...?" And then Tony saw it. Loki's skin had changed into a dark and solid blue unlike anything Tony had seen. His normally emerald eyes were now a blood red and pierced deep into Tony's being as their eyes met. The mortal choked on a loss of words as he stared unbelievably into Loki's eyes.

"What's the matter Stark? Does my true form bother you?" Loki's teeth gritted as he looked upon Tony. By this point he was used to his true Jotun form bringing unknown fears into everyone who saw, yet Tony seemed unreasonably calm. As Tony thought about it, Loki's 'true form' didn't in fact bother him at all, it more surprised him really.

"N-no." Not a second was spared between his response and the god's hand slapping painfully across his face.

"Don't lie to me!" The Jotun hissed roughly and he looked at Tony dangerously. "You are nothing but a coward!"

"I'm not lying! Why would I care if you're some blue ice person? It doesn't really make a difference to me, you're still the same person!" Tony shot back as his entire body was shivering from the ice.

"Interesting.." The god hasn't thought of that. He supposed it made sense since Tony hadn't grown up on Asgard. He hadn't grown up with horrid stories of Jotunheim and it's dreadful Frost Giants. The god breathed out and he looked back to his prisoner. Something about his bold words intrigued Loki. Something about the way Tony didn't seem to care that the god was actually a Jotun. "You are a fascinating man, Anthony." A smile spread across Loki's lips and he ran the tips of his ice cold fingers along the mortal's jawline. "Tell me, did you miss my powerful hands around your neck? The feeling of no power and a loss of control?" The whisper sent chills down Tony's already freezing body.

Was he supposed to answer that? Tony opened his mouth and let out a few stutters but couldn't manage to say anything. There was suddenly a loud shattering sound and the ice around Tony's arms fell to the floor. The mortal let out a long breath but the Jotun was soon leaning into him again.

"My dear Anthony, I will have you begging." The silky voice whispered and Tony was instantly in the god's grasp again. How could the god be so cruel yet so desirable? The Jotun's icy finger ran over Tony's soft lips. They looked so comforting, so kissable, and Tony's eyes were glistening with silent want. And so, the god would deliver.

Loki pressed his lips passionately into the mortal's and Tony wasted no time in kissing him back. This time he had been expecting the kiss and in all honesty Tony had hoped that their previous intimacy wouldn't be their last. Loki's thin lips were still icy cold and blue, rough against Tony's fleshy mouth. But as the kiss progressed, Loki's Jotun form retired and the blue color drained from him.

There was no point or time for Tony to start trying to explain or reason his strong craving for the god, but the long time where Loki had distanced himself from Tony only seemed to internally feed his deep desires. The mortal's arms were still painfully cold but he managed to move them from against the wall and gradually stroked his hands down the deity's waist. A soft moan escaped Tony's throat as Loki softly bit into the corner of his mouth. One of the god's cold hands slipped under Tony's shirt and around his lower back while the other hand grabbed onto his soft tufts of hair. The billionaire allowed his head to be pulled back as the god's softened lips kissed deeply into his neck.

"What are you doing?" Tony's question was quickly silenced as Loki reclaimed his mouth. The mortal's eyes fell close as he returned the vigorous kiss and allowed the god's tongue access to dart freely within his mouth. This intimacy was far different than anything they had previously done. It was more exhilarating, more intimate, and Tony was completely ignoring any part of him that warned to fight against his desires for the god.

"Don't ask questions. Enjoy it, Anthony." Loki's soft whisper breathed into the mortal's mouth and Tony nodded in understanding. There was a bright shimmering light and Tony briefly opened his eyes to see the top of Loki's outfit vanish in the golden shine. Tony took some time to carefully examine Loki's bare chest with lust and complete desire. The god of mischief's frame and body was a lot smaller than his brother's, but his strong muscles were still apparent and nothing far from powerful. Tony's hands gently stroked down the god's pale chest and a smirk flashed in his eyes.

Tony soon kissed into Loki's mouth again and put all of his deepest cravings into it. The hand at his lower back tugged at his shirt and soon the top disappeared in the same gold light as Loki pulled the mortal more into himself until there was absolutely no space between them. The next time Tony's eyes opened, he noticed that the god had teleported them inside a luxurious bedroom. The sight of the room made him smile and he began to kiss desperately into the god's neck as he firmly wrapped his arms around him. Soon Tony was taking the dominant role he was accustomed to as his hands met with the top of the god's tight pants.

Tony's soft kisses traveled down the god's broad chest and he yanked Loki's pants down to his ankles. The mortal lustfully glanced down to Loki's massive cock before looking back into the god's green eyes. He held eye contact with Loki as he stroked down the long length with uncertainty. However the god moaned in approval for the billionaire to continue as he ran his lanky fingers through Tony's messy hair.

The mortal gradually got into a kneeling position as he gave the god's eyes another glance. Loki's hips were thrusting forward and his erection pressed against Tony's full lips. Was this really happening? Tony instinctively took in the god's cock and stopped halfway as he adjusted to the new item in his mouth. As his tongue rolled over the deity's cock, Loki thrust forward until his full length was within the mortal's mouth. A slight gag was given from the sudden intake and the cock was reaching down his throat. Tony allowed the full length to adjust in it's place and the god gripped firmly onto the back of his hair.

"Suck, my dear." Loki commanded and the mortal obeyed. Tony started out hesitantly but as he begun to get the hang of it, Loki was frequently giving out soft and pleasurable moans. Loki's sounds of enjoyment were just as pleasurable for Tony as he found himself wanting to please the god in whatever ways he could. His tongue made small delicate circles around the head as his hands ran gently down Loki's masculine thighs.

Before Tony could finish, the god all at once stepped away from the mortal and his cock swiftly left from inside his mouth.

"My turn." Loki strong voice whispered as he brought Tony to his feet. The playboy stared into Loki's unmoving eyes and the god begun to bite into his bruised neck. Loki stepped forward until Tony was backed into a large bed. The god's dominating hands pushed Tony deep into the sheets and he swiftly straddled over his body. With a quick wave of his hand, the rest of Tony's clothes vanished and a quiet gasp left Tony as the chilled air hit him. The mortal's entire being was completely filled with exhilarating lust and he desperately clung onto the dominating god. The playboy was not used to having such a loss of power but the change wasn't exactly a bad thing.

As Loki's pelvis ground into the mortal's, they shared another deep and passionate kiss. Tony no longer thought about anything and he let his emotions and desires completely take control of him. It was as if he no longer had any say in what he did or how his body reacted. Tony's hardened erection gave a small twitch as Loki began to stroke it with aggressive affection. There was no doubt that Tony had never been so completely seduced in his entire life and every inch of his body anticipated what Loki had for him. He desperately hoped that the god was getting the same amount of pleasure from it as he was but from the look of Loki's fervently passionate expressions, Tony could guess that he was enjoying himself quite a lot.

Tony's arm swiftly swung around the back of Loki's neck to support himself as he arched his hips higher and higher. The action brought an opulent grin to the god's face and his lips aggressively toyed with the mortal's bare chest. The glowing arc reactor was shining brightly onto Loki's face and a steady hand slowly cupped over the circle of light as the god moved his kisses to the top of Tony's stomach. His free hand was placed firmly on the bed besides the mortal and the hand over the arc reactor gradually made its way to Tony's lower back. Loki helped in arching the mortal's hips to a much needed height and his hard erection was pressed against Tony's tight entrance.

A small wave of fear washed over Tony as the thought of Loki's immense cock entering inside him came to mind.

"W-wait." Tony had to catch his breath in order to mutter the single word but it was too late. The cock broke inside the entrance and it was slowly traveling deeper, tearing and rubbing tightly against the walls. Tony let out a low groan of both pain and pleasure as his eyes firmly shut closed.

"You were saying?" The smile could be heard in the god's voice as he pushed harder inside the mortal. Tony clenched his jaw as he threw his head back, gasping roughly for air.

"Hey! Gentle!" Tony managed to say as he looked back to the god. Loki steadied himself so he was sitting in an upright position while still firmly inside the mortal.

"Did you really think I'd be going soft on you?" As he grabbed onto Tony's own cock, he thrust again into the mortal so his full length was within him. This acquired another pleasurable gasp from Tony and his jaw locked impossibly tighter. Loki begun to massage Tony's erected cock, and as he did the mortal's urges couldn't be resisted as he thrust longingly into Loki's powerful hands. With this, Loki began to pump in and out of Tony's opening. His movements were far from even as some pumps were gradual and deep while others were quick and short. He reached deeper and further as he set a fast pace and a low growl escaped Loki's throat as the need to cum was building undeniably high.

Tony moaned loudly as Loki's work from within him and his quick moving hands continued. Even in the playboy's powerfully seducing dreams, he could have never imagined this experience to be quite so pleasurable. Loki thrust once more, deeper with more force, as he completely released within Tony. Feeling the warmth fully fill inside the mortal, Tony allowed himself to release into the god's hands as he breathed deeper with a hardened moan. Loki stopped pumping and for a moment everything seemed to stay still as the men panted low moans.

Eventually, the god slid from inside the mortal and shortly after, collapsed promptly on top of him. The orgasm had been strong and powerful and had taken most strength from both men. Tony stayed still and unmoving as his heavy breath returned to him and he stared blankly into the ceiling above him.

"Loki..." The god rolled from the top of Tony in response to the soft moan of his name so he was laying directly next to him. The drained deity wrapped his arms tightly around the playboy and his eyes slid shut from exhaustion. Tony stared at the god's soft face for a few moments before finally allowing his own heavy eyes to close. He curled into the god's arms without even realizing it as the two laid on the soft mattress.

"You are mine." The god's soft and entrancing whisper was the last thing Tony heard as he slowly slipped into a deep sleep.


A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! As always, thank you for reading and please leave some feedback!