Part 3
…They walked to the edge of a cliff; two men, one with eyes as dark as the night, the other with eyes that mirrored the morning sky; different, yet oddly similar in the way they moved, reluctantly, to their destination. Once they did, they silently looked about. Dark clouds were gathering in the horizon, while waves crashed with increasing force down below…
The dark-eyed man took a deep breath.
"Winter's coming," he said.
He felt the other man's hand reach for his.
"Stay."
The dark-eyed man closed his eyes. They'd gone through this already; 'Stay,' the other kept saying, but what he really meant by that was, abandon your tribe… sacrifice your beliefs…Forget who you are.
He couldn't do it.
Part of him wanted to. He'd already lived with his captor a full year, worked on his fields, and shared his bread… and his bed. Happy, he'd almost forgotten he was a prince, a man with a higher purpose.
But duty beckoned.
Determined, he took one step closer to the edge -
"Please," the other said.
-and then he jumped.
Tony woke up with a start, then blinked his eyes in confusion. He was lying face down on something warm and snug... A bed; not the coarse straw bed he'd used for a full year, but a snug one, and his face was burrowed into a pillow that was just too soft.
But what about the waves…? And the clouds, and the greying sky…?
It took him a couple of seconds to realize he'd been only dreaming. Oh, shit. A fucking dream. He closed his eyes in relief; there was no way in hell he would have survived that jump… But then it hit him: if the freezing water was a dream, then the cliff was a dream too, and the rest: the straw bed, his blond giant... And he wasn't an abducted prince with a serious case of Stockholm syndrome; he was Tony-genius-playboy-billionaire-Stark, and he was in his own bed.
Oh, man. It was a huge letdown. It wasn't every day that he had such a good dream –freezing water and all. I guess I should eat Shawarma more often.
He started. Shawarma… Miraculously, that word brought forth a myriad of memories. SHIELD, Loki, The Hulk… Cap… And, of course, his blond giant.
He remembered everything now. And with the memories came sensations too. He was sore; almost too sore to move, but he needed to know if he was alone. He shifted a little only to meet with a solid object. A body. Warm and solid, quite unlike the cold, thin types he'd been sleeping with lately.
With an effort, Tony turned his head. A glorious sight met his gaze: Thor, seating back on a nest of pillows. The demigod's eyes were fixed on the TV set on the wall. There was no sound, but he didn't seem to mind. Changing channels with the remote was fun enough.
Tony stared. He'd kissed every inch of that smooth neck; he'd dug his fingers into some of those hard muscles; he'd held the man in his arms, yet he could hardly believe it had really happened. What if this was a dream too?
Maybe talking would help.
"Hey," Tony said, then winced. He was hoarse after all the moaning and screaming of the night before. Proof that this was real.
Thor smiled at him.
"You are awake at last."
"Not entirely," Tony said ruefully. "But… yeah."
Thor put the remote on the nightstand, then slid under the covers until he was lying next to Tony.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked solicitously.
"Mmmh." Tony nodded. Actually, sleeping wasn't the right word; passing out seemed more accurate. That last time, with Thor spooning him… Good God. Not that he was complaining, oh, no. He only wished the events of the night before hadn't left him so damn exhausted. He didn't even have the energy to reach out and touch Thor.
He tried. He shifted, then winced at various aches he felt.
"Oh, man," he muttered. "I'm gonna feel that for a few days." To Thor, "Probably more, since we didn't use any rubbers. I mean, you're a god and all but how do I know it was really safe?"
Thor frowned. "Rubbers?"
Tony smiled.
"You look cute when you're befuddled." Then, because he didn't have the energy to explain what rubbers were, he added, "I'm kidding."
"Kidding?"
"Jesting, if you will." Tony studied Thor's face. It was too dark to see it clearly, but the little he saw was good. Handsome motherfucker. He only hoped Thor found him as attractive. He probably did, in this light. "So," Tony said. "This is what you do when you drop from the heavens, huh. You plunder the villages, rape all the virgins..."
Thor snorted.
"Ok, ok," Tony said. "I wasn't a virgin. And it wasn't rape. But it wasn't sweet tender love, either." He shivered as he remembered Thor's powerful thrusts, the desperate words growled into his ear, (which Tony didn't understand but was pretty sure meant something like, "Yes, yes, FUCK, YES!)
So, no, it wasn't sweet and tender. "It was more like… Ravishment," Tony said slowly. Yeah, that was a good word. Ravished by a god, he thought smugly. Hey, he had a right to feel proud of himself; he'd survived the night, and, more importantly, he gave back as good as he got.
Or did he? He looked at Thor, hoping for some confirmation.
Thor was frowning.
"Ravishment?"
"Uh, huh. But I liked it," he added quickly; "I liked it a lot." Thor smiled. He stroked Tony's shoulder affectionately, as if to counter the roughness of the night before. "I like that too," Tony said softly.
"Yes?"
"Yep." He closed his eyes, lulled by the gentle touch of his friend. Oh, yeah. A big, heavy paw all over his back –what was not to like? And that smell –Jesus. They should bottle it and sell it as cologne. Seuor de Thor. That last thought made him smile. Oh, yeah. I'd wear that. Chicks would fall for me faster than…
He fell asleep in mid-thought.
He didn't know how long he was gone, but when he woke up again, he was lying on top of Thor, his face tucked into the demigod's neck.
Tony looked up. Thor seemed to be asleep.
Turning his head to a side, he softly called out, "JARVIS? What time's it?"
"It's five O'clock, sir. Should I wake up the agents?"
"Let them rest a while longer. But start the coffee."
Beneath him, Thor shifted. He blinked, then smiled at Tony.
"Metal Man," he said.
"Mr. Odinson," Tony said formally. "Can you explain how I got up here? I don't remember doing the climbing."
"Ha, ha, ha."
Thor's entire body shook when he laughed, which only added to the fun of being on top of him.
"God, I love your laughter." Tony said. "I wish I could laugh like that."
"You do not laugh?"
"Not really. I mean, I smirk," he admitted. "And I chuckle when I hear a good joke, but -"
"You did laugh last night," Thor said. "When I kissed you here," and he rubbed a spot on Tony's neck.
Tony frowned. He only had a vague recollection of it. Thor was kissing his neck, right? Then he started sucking on it… and then, out of nowhere, he started growling like a savage beast. And yeah, Tony did laugh then. Actually, the sound that came out of his throat was more like a snort than a laugh –totally undignified when he thought about it. I hope JARVIS didn't hear that.
But hey, if Thor thought it was a bona fide laugh…
"You're right," he said. "I did laugh." He dropped a little kiss on Thor's chest, his way of saying thank you. But the kiss led to another, and another. Then Thor's tiny little nipples beckoned. He sucked softly on them, then more purposefully when he heard Thor's gasp. Oh, you love that, Tony thought, feeling Thor's cock spring to life.
Tony looked up.
"Uh, big guy… I don't want to alarm you, but I think there's a snake trapped between us."
Thor blinked, then laughed. "Ha, ha, ha."
Tony smiled goofily. The people he usually slept with had no patience with his jokes. "Tony, quit playing around," was what they said; or, "You wanna put a smile on my face? Get me some coke." Thor gave him a chance to do silly things.
"Hey, it's no laughing matter," Tony chided. He tucked his hand between their bodies, fondled Thor's erection, then looked up, his eyes open wide in alarm. "It's huge!"
"The Mighty Serpent of Asgard has awakened," Thor said, getting into the joke. He put his hand on the back of Tony's neck and added, huskily, "You must kiss it into submission."
Tony snorted. "Yeah, you'd love that wouldn't you." He was dismissive till he saw Thor looking intently at Tony's mouth, obviously waiting for it to work its magic. Tony hesitated. "Hum, big guy… I don't think I can." God knows he'd enjoyed 'kissing' Thor's mighty serpent, but his jaw still hurt from the last time. Thor was too enthusiastic; hell, he'd practically gone crazy, like he'd never had a blow job before.
And maybe he didn't. It was apparent now that Mr. Odinson wasn't as experienced as Tony initially thought; the guy didn't even know he had a prostate! But I taught him all about it. Tony smiled smugly as he remembered Thor's reaction –surprise at getting touched there, then utter delight when he realized what was going on.
No wonder he wanted Tony to go down on him again.
"Kiss it, Metal Man," Thor insisted. Then, coyly, "I shall kiss your snake too."
"Mine's still dead, big guy;" Tony said ruefully; "I'm a mortal, remember? Tell you what," he added. "I'll strangle this snake, how does that sound? I'll go down there, hold it in one powerful fist while the other -"
But Thor didn't let him finish. He pulled Tony for a kiss and didn't let go, even if that meant that Tony had to let go of the Snake of Asgard. But it was ok; Tony's body on top of him was enough to get him going, and moments later he came, his groans muffled by Tony's mouth.
"Oh, wow," Tony said between kisses, "Baby, that was beautiful." He pulled back to look at Thor. "You're really something, aren't you."
Thor got his breath back. "Something…?"
"You're everything," Tony said, then frowned at his own words. He wasn't one for mushy stuff, so what the hell was he saying?
Fortunately, JARVIS intervened before he went too far.
"It's ten-to-seven, Mr. Stark. I suggest you get ready for your meeting with Mr. Fury."
Tony looked at Thor. "Time to clean up, Mr. Odinson."
….
TBC
