- Chapter 12: Submission and Interrogation

Night had fallen over New York City as Tony stared out at the glowing expanse of bustling streets from his bedroom window. His room was quiet, dark. He was alone, and he really wished he were not. A notion donned on him, and he wondered why he had not thought of it before.

"Jarvis, open the cell where Loki is and give him directions to my room." There were no security cameras in Stark Tower, so no one would know save himself and Jarvis, who he could command to shut up on the matter. As long as Steve and Bruce were not up and about getting a late night glass of milk, Loki was free to wander to his room.

"As you wish, sir." A minute passed, and Jarvis's voice came back with a message. "Sir, Loki says he cannot be summoned like a lowly mortal-serving god-"

"Mute."

After about fifteen minutes of waiting and staring out at the vast city, Tony heard his bedroom door open and shut behind him. He could not help the satisfied grin that spread across his mouth. "Apparently you can be summoned." He continued his city gazing. "And you are kind of serving us."

His shoulder was tugged none too gently around, then pushed back until he stumbled back and fell over the edge of his mattress and was firmly pressed against his quite minimalistic but overly comfortable bed. The god growled over him, sounding either lusty or angry, Tony was not entirely sure which. Loki winced as he applied pressure to his left arm, and this little detail was not missed.

"You appear hurt." Relying on his training in mixed martial arts, among other disciplines, he managed to flip Loki onto his back, taking the previous hovering position. "Better?"

Loki would never admit it, but he did appear to be defeated. "You cannot mount a god."

Unimpressed, Tony pressed a pointed finger at Loki's chest. "My tower, my rules."

"Yours? Is this not the Avenger's headquarters?" Tony was rather impressed that Loki made no move to get out from underneath him.

"It still says 'Stark' on the outside. Besides, that is not the most important issue here." In all seriousness, Tony was just a little bit furious that he had decided to crash the Avengers party without informing him first.

Loki grinned, eyes darkening with need. "No, it is not." A chilled palm pressed onto his stomach, finding its way under his shirt and slowly working its way up towards Tony's chest, chilly fingers teasing.

Tony gulped in a moan. "You weren't supposed to show up in the middle of an Avengers meeting. What happened to laying low?"

The god hummed deeply, cocking his head to the side. "You must have missed me." He ended by placing a lingering kiss on Tony's neck, as he was quite prone to do.

"That doesn't answer my question." Damn it, trying to get a straight answer out of this guy was hard.

Loki pulled him down close enough for his icy breath to wash over Tony's skin. He whispered lowly, "You are fucking the God of Mischief. Do you really expect me to go along with all of the plans?"

"That one, yes." He was finding it difficult to stay mad at the god, but damn it he tried.

"Are you disappointed in me?" The way Loki smirked, Tony knew that the god could see the breaking of his resolve.

"I thought you had better self-preservation," he replied weakly.

Loki clutched him close with his good arm. "Oh, let me have a little fun."

Tony pressed him back onto the mattress, staring incredulously down at him. "You got shot, Loki. That doesn't sound fun to me."

He shrugged, but winced at the motion. "My kind of fun has consequences."

Tony brought the god under his scrutinizing gaze. He knew it was not as petrifying as the director's, but damn it he tried. "Do you really want to help us, or are you just playing with us?" It was always best to ask these things upfront when you were fucking and perhaps getting fucked over by a god.

With that sobering question, the smirk that had found its way over Loki's face dropped. "It may be hard for everyone to imagine, but I do care about the nine realms. The Chitauri with your technology would be a force that I care not to fight."

Tony nodded, accepting that answer. The god, as far as he knew, had no reason to lie to him. "It'll be tough getting back there."

Loki stared deeply into those brown eyes, searching. "Do you mean it will be hard on the Avengers, or on you?"

"Both," Tony replied in a whisper. No matter how hard he tried to stay strong in front of his comrades, he still feared the place. If they had the means to take over and eject him from his own suit, then they had all the power over him. The mere thought of not being in complete control terrified him. In searching through the code for the portal, he had not had time to go over the security measures of the suit and make proper adjustments to prevent them hacking into Jarvis again.

With that, Loki pulled him down into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Tony poured all of his desire for the god, pent up from the week away from him, into that one gesture. Loki pulled away prematurely. "I'll be there with you," he whispered reassuringly.

"The last time you helped me, you blew up my arc reactor," Tony was quick to remind, though he meant it as a tease, lips so close to the god's

"That was a dire circumstance," Loki countered.

"I am using my spare and I haven't had the time to make another. You'd better not blow this one up."

"I don't want to break your heart again," Loki teased, tracing fingers over the glowing metal device under his loose shirt.

Tony grinned at the sentiment. "The Man of Iron does not break." He dove down and bit and sucked at the tender skin behind Loki's ear, simultaneously grinding his hips down over the god's.

Loki's fist balled in his shirt, amusement filling his breathy words. "You did miss me."

"More than you know," was the soft reply. Tony continued grinding. Loki lifted his shirt up and over his head, and they were both washed in glowing blue light from the reactor. Finally, Loki looked as cold as his skin felt.

The god cracked a grin in the blue glow. "Járn Halr, ykkarr ljómi vándr."

Oh, so he wanted to play that game again. Well, Tony was now in his element. "Jarvis," he spoke to his computer, "translate."

"Iron Man, your radiance is wicked," the computer replied readily. Loki's eyebrows shot up, appearing impressed, and the grin was back with a vengeance.

"Now you can't insult me while we fuck," Tony chided. "Wicked radiance?"

Loki pulled Tony close, grinding his hips upward, and whispered in his ear, "They are not insults. Ek Undr ykkarr íhugi eða elska ykkarr ǫndóttr taufr."

Tony waited for Jarvis to translate and was not long in waiting. "I marvel your resentment and am fond of your fiery charms."

"Fiery, huh?" Tony's hands wandered over the god's body as he continued grinding his hips down. "What else?"

Loki moaned, arcing into the motion. "Ek gráðr ykkarr taka."

"I hunger your touch."

Tony could not help the snarky grin that pulled at his lips. "And I've been missing this all along? What else have you said to me?"

"Keep me around long enough and your computer will let you know, minn hestr."

"My stallion," Jarvis supplied.

Tony hummed in approval. "I like that one."

"Afklæða ek, vándr halr," Loki growled hungrily.

"Undress me, wicked man."

Tony smirked. "Verily, my prince. Oh, and Jarv, stop translating. It sounds like you are trying to seduce me."

"Apologies, sir, though it was you who asked for the translations-"

"Mute."

Bringing the moment back on him, Loki quipped, "Your Midgardian clothing is so easy to remove." He tossed the shirt he had been clutching off the edge of the bed.

Tony had quickly gone to work on the god's tight lacing, hissing out swears as he tried to unknot it. "Your costume designers should take a hint," he complained between his curses. Finally, with a little bit of aid, he removed the layers of clothing that marred the god's splendid torso. Tony came to the tight bandage that wrapped his injured arm and felt the need to comment. "No magic means no healing, huh?"

Cold fingers trailed up his chest, over his shoulder, down his arm, and then back up. Tony relished in the touch as Loki replied softly, in his soothing voice. "I heal faster than you, magic or no. It is part of the power of the golden apples."

Tony had moved on to the lacing at his crotch. "They obviously don't make your designers smart enough to put in zippers."

Deft fingers quickly unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly. Loki's voice rumbled deep in his chest, his touch fleeting and teasing. "And where would the fun go?"

"The fun would be the faster sex." He was having a hard time keeping his head straight as he fumbled faster with the lacing that did not seem to be budging. It became a frenzied attempt when Loki easily pulled his jeans down past his ass, that hand still barely touching his ultra-sensitive flesh, the other too injured to be of any use to the god. Every brush felt like a spark. In a triumphant moment, Tony loosened the lace just enough to squeeze those infernal pants down, but his victory over cloth came to an abrupt end as he was met with a new challenge: fucking boots.

"You've got to be kidding me." He glanced up to see Loki smirking down the length of his body as Tony kneeled before him. Tony eyed the god's stiff sex hungrily and for a moment, he contemplated forgoing sex and just rutting himself up against the god. He shoved the thought away, wanting to do it the fucking proper way, by fucking the fucking god.

"I'm waiting, Stark." That cocky voice had to go, and Tony knew exactly how to make it, but damn it, those boots had to come off before any more fun could be had. The buckles went first, and with a mighty heave, each one came off and was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. The pants were quick to follow. With the god finally properly undressed, Tony stood and went to his bedside table and rifled around in the drawer for a moment, finding exactly what he needed: a condom and lube. Bless himself for always keeping a well-rounded supply. He returned to stand before the god, stepping out of his pants and kicking them to the side, snapping open the bottle of lube. This all was lustily observed by Loki.

With fingers slick, Tony climbed back over the god and hovered above him. This earned him an amused smirk. "You really wish to mount me?" A chilly finger was traced around the skin surrounding his arc reactor. "Few have achieved such a feat."

His lubed fingers trailed slowly down that glorious abdomen. "You are already on your back. This battle is won." And Loki did not seem to be protesting.

Long fingers dug through Tony's hair by the amused god. "Oh, bold now are we?"

Tony smirked. "Am I ever not?" With that, he pressed his fingers into him, easily shutting the snarky god up with a long, low moan. It did not take long for him to be stretched out, both parties breathing hard in anticipation.

The man sat back on Loki's lap and tore off the top of the condom wrapper with his teeth. He slowly rolled it over his eager prick under the curious and amused gaze of Loki.

"You are covering yourself?" Loki snickered in amusement. "How modest,"

Tony rolled his eyes. Fucking Asgardians. "Who knows what kind of voo doo you do up in god land to replace condoms; I know you've gotten pregnant before."

Loki laughed outright, sounding overly loud in the dark room. "You do not know how impossible it would be for you to get me with child. I would have to take the form of a woman."

Slightly thrown off by the god's sudden mirth, Tony had to clarify. "You can do that?"

"I have before." Loki stared at Tony, amusement still glinting in the back of his eyes, but his expression was unreadable. "Would you want me to?"

Tony thought on this for a moment, but came to a definite decision. "No. I prefer you as Loki, not Lola."

"Good," the god growled, fingers digging deeply into Tony's thigh. "I much prefer this form."

"I'm still wearing it," Tony replied, finished with the application and lubing of his very much stiff sex. He leaned over Loki, spreading the god's legs and taking position over him.

"It makes no matter to me," he replied breathily. Tony began covering the glorious pale chest with hot kisses, cool skin now devoid of any traces of his ordeal, nipping lightly at perked nipples as Loki rippled beneath him. The god wrapped his legs about Tony's waist, submitting completely to his ministrations. He pulled Tony up to look into his radiantly green, desiring eyes. "Take me, Tony," he breathed, and the man readily complied. He slowly entered the god, a cold hand clenching the hair behind his neck tightly. Tony breathed out a sigh as Loki sucked in a heady breath.

"Take me," Loki repeated, voice heavy with desire. Needing no more encouragement, Tony began slowly moving in and out, shallowly at first, before slowly moving deeper and deeper. The god cried out and clutched Tony tighter as his sweet spot was found, further encouraging a deeper, stronger thrust, drawing moans from his throat at every move. Tony could not help but clutch his companion closer as fingernails scraped down his back, thrusting in a rapid frenzy. He latched his mouth onto the crook of Loki's neck and shoulder, finally marking the god as his own, biting and sucking the tender flesh.

"Go faster, Tony," Loki moaned, writhing in ecstasy below Tony, moving and meeting his eager motions. "Faster-" He complied readily, ringing out strangled gasps from the god's lungs. "Fremr-" Tony thrust harder into the god, panting with exertion and pleasure in equal measure. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back. The cool hand was removed from its scraping across his back to work at Loki's own neglected prick. Tony's own hand covered the swiftly pumping hand of the god, slowing and speeding up the motion in time with his thrusts. Soon, the god was lost in pleasure, becoming a panting mess. He was no longer the vision of a dignified god, but he was no less magnificent, expression twisted in relish of the motion, the friction, the sex.

They went on, in a tangle of limbs, of thrusting and rolling as one, flesh slapping on damp, sweaty flesh. Teeth and tongues were skirted over what available flesh was before them, leaving marks of their passion behind. Chests heaved with heavy breaths, sliding against one another and pulling away in turn with the steady thrusts, slowing and then speeding up as Tony tired and then regained his strength, needing a release after what felt like such a long time away from his companion in the darkness. Strangled friendship by day, impassioned secret lover by night. The idea both terrified him and made him all the lustier.

None too soon and overcome with the pure primal desire, Loki came with a gasp and a full body shudder, spilling himself onto both of their chests. He fell back limply as Tony came to his own finish, riding out his orgasm with slowing motions. He collapsed onto the god with a most satisfied sigh, getting gathered close by him. They lay there in an exhausted embrace, muscles shaking from such exertion, breaths coming hard and shaking. As they slowly calmed, Loki placed delicate kisses along Tony's neck.

Reaching his ear, the god hummed contently to Tony. "Good," he sighed. "That was good."

Tony snuck a kiss on Loki's jaw. "You don't always have to be the stallion."

Loki chuckled lowly. "Just don't tell. I must keep up my reputation."

"Sealed lips, trust me." He illustrated by covering the god's mouth with his own. They lay there, covering one another in delicate kisses and soft caresses, slowly working their way underneath the covers, Tony dealing with the used condom on the way.

Tony draped himself lazily over the god, reveling in having him at his fingertips once again. He was careful to not jostle the god's injured arm, however, which put a bit of a twist on their usual embrace. It was no less welcoming, however. Trailing his fingers over the god's chest and down to his hip and back up again, Tony was brought back to reality. "Shouldn't you be heading back to your cell? Not that I want you to," he added quickly, pulling the god closer.

"I have no desire to be locked up. Especially without you," Loki clutched at Tony with his good arm, tracing a finger lazily over his back.

"Yeah, me neither."

"I will return to it just before daybreak," he reassured the man.

"Deal." They lay in silence, lazily placing kisses wherever they could reach and teasing hands wandering. Slowly, the motions stopped, the slow caressing turning into a soft embrace.

Loki's gentle, soothing voice pierced the bliss. "Tony?" The man hummed sleepily. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Loki." Tony clutched him closer, drifting slowly into a deep sleep.


Tony slept with no nightmares that night, for the first time since he had arrived back in Stark Tower. He was rudely awoken from his pleasant Loki and orgasm-induced sleep by his computer's insistent voice, the broad window uncovering its digital curtain and letting in the harsh mid-morning sun. It took a moment for him to wrap his mind around just where he was, and his heart fell when he found himself in a bed destitute of his partner.

"Sir, Mr. Fury is requesting your presence in the briefing room," Jarvis's mechanical voice broke through Tony's groggy consciousness.

He groaned, sweeping a hand down his face. "What does he want?"

"He says you are late, sir."

Tony sat up, irritated. "Late for what?"

"The meeting."

He sighed. "Yeah, I figured as much." He swept his legs out of the bed and noticed his clothing still strewn about the floor, though it was empty of the garments of his lover, if he could even call Loki that. Sure, they made fantastic love, but loving? Tony was not entirely sure he himself was capable of such nicety. Even if he was, he would never admit it. To be in love was just was not Tony Stark. He hardly thought the god was any different.

Facing the Avengers with Loki in presence did give him a jolt of apprehension. He feared if he spent too much time in the company of either, the nature of his relationship to the god would be found out. It would take all of his available ability of sneakiness and subtlety to pull off this incognito affair.

Damn. He was doomed.

Still feeling rather sticky from the romp the night before, Tony took a quick shower. He then made a stop in the kitchen on his way to the briefing room, grabbing a mug and a carafe brimming with steaming good strong coffee.

Everyone was in their designated spot around the long rectangular table, Fury at the far end, and all others spread in the others, waiting for his arrival.

"Thank you for joining us," Nick said sternly, not sounding at all thankful for his presence.

"Hey, my tower. I can do what I want." Tony sat heavily in his own chair, pouring himself a full mug of steaming coffee. He really hoped his morning after glow did not give him away.

Fury glared at him from the head of the table. "This is the Avengers headquarters."

He took a gulp of scorching coffee. "It still says Stark on the top. Coffee anyone?" He offered the still rather full coffee pot. Bruce slid his own pitifully empty mug across the table, which Tony quickly filled, and slid it back. "Anyone else? No? Anything stronger?"

"Tony, we have important matters to discuss." The director was not at all amused. All of the other Avengers remained in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

Tony rolled his eyes and took another gulp of coffee. "Just trying to be a good host. What's first to discuss?"

Agent Romanoff was the one who answered. "You."

Well, that was interesting. Probably why everyone else looked slightly uncomfortable. "Oh. I love being discussed. What about?"

"You were imprisoned for a month with a psychotic god," Bruce said over his own mug.

"And I'm still alive. Hallelujah, brother. Next?"

Steve leaned forward, ever the man on top of it all. "Tony, we need to know that you are mentally sound."

Okay, now he had to get defensive. "I'm always sound."

Clint squinted at him, arms crossed. "Sometimes I wonder. Friends with Loki?"

Tony sighed. "Do we really have to do this again? My personal life is already way too public. I don't need it interfering here too. We have an understanding, end of story." He sat back, staring at each of them defiantly, mug close at hand.

Nick Fury leaned forward insistently. "We need to know that you are not being controlled."

That earned them all a roll of Tony's eyes. "Loki already tried that and it didn't work." He tapped his arc reactor, "This gets in the way. But I guess I'll humor you. How do you propose to make sure that it is really the one and only genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist who is sitting here?"

Clint was the one who responded. "We need to ask you a series of questions that only the real Tony Stark would know."

"Alright? Well, I guess you would know how that works, Robin Hood." He topped off his mug of coffee. "As it turns out, I have that programmed into Jarvis for just such an occasion. Jarv, begin Security Check 112." This was met with a skeptical look from the Director, to which Tony replied with a challenging glare.

"Would you care for the full body scan as well, sir?" The computer butler offered.

"Not necessary. Shoot me the first question."

"The day of your very first real date, and who it was with," Jarvis said.

"June 21, Stacy."

"Correct." Tony shot a glance at Clint, who rolled his eyes. "Your favorite flavor of jam."

"It changes monthly," Tony responded. "Currently blueberry. No wait, I skipped a month. It's boysenberry now."

Fury stared blankly at him. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Correct." Tony held up his hand for the director to wait as Jarvis asked yet another question. "The element you created for your arc reactor and how you re-discovered it."

"Vibranium, and my father put the structure for it in the model."

"Correct." Tony wiggled his eyebrows at the stony-faced director. "The first model of the Iron Man suit that used gold-titanium alloy and why it was necessary to use that metal."

"Mark III, and to deal with high altitude ice."

"Correct. The date you lost your virginity, and the woman you lost it to."

Tony coughed and cleared his throat. "Whoops, that's embarrassing. December 11, Cherrie."

"Correct."

He turned his attention to both Clint and Fury. "Are you satisfied yet?"

"Sufficiently," Nick deadpanned.

"End program, Jarv. Well, good. The questions start getting really embarrassing. Part of the plan, you know."

Natasha figured it out instantly. "Embarrass the impersonator enough so he'll go away?"

Tony shrugged. "Essentially. You should also notice my eyes aren't glowing all blue and spooky. No need for an exorcism here. So, are we done with agenda item number one?"

The Avengers shifted nervously, and Bruce spoke up, quiet and careful. "We know from your file that you experienced some pretty severe PTSD after you returned from Afghanistan. Has that returned at all?"

Speaking around the mug, not meeting the questioning gaze from his comrades, Tony muttered, "I'm managing." They really did not need to know exactly how he was managing, or who he was managing it with.

Steve leaned forward intently. "We need to know that you are alright before you can come back."

"Just don't put a bag over my head and I'll be just fine." That raised a few eyebrows. "If you need more reassurance, in the next system upgrade to Jarvis and my suit, I'll add in a monitor for my emotional state. If I get too wigged, Jarv will tell you and you can use one of the Hulk tranquilizers on me." Clint raised an eyebrow at his exaggeration.

Natasha nodded. "Works for me. Director?"

He seemed to contemplate this for a long moment, dark eye staring a hole in Tony, trying to see beyond that smug exterior. He gave up eventually and conceded. "It'll do, Stark. Now, the next order of business. Where the hell are we going and how the hell are we getting there?"

Tony opened his mouth to speak, but the answer was stolen from him.

"Loki," Steve supplied.

"And Loki again," Bruce added.

Well, that certainly brightened Tony's morning of interrogation. He tried to stay neutral and mostly failed, "Looks like we need to take a trip to the cellar."


End Notes: Is it wrong that I want to call Loki the Stallion Who Mounts the World? Obscure Game of Thrones reference.

Old Norse translation: Fremr – more.

What do you know, only one because Jarvis did the work for me!

Next chapter will be up on Sunday!