He was suffocating.

It was kiss after kiss after kiss, with little air intake, and Loki thought he'd pass out without any oxygen getting through him. His copy seemed like he was coping, what with being in control, on the bottom, and under the full weight of True Loki on top of him. He tried to tell the dark side he couldn't take any-more but he had no need to, for the clone had moved down to his neck, vicious bites being delivered and earning sharp gasps from the original Loki.

"So you enjoy this roughness, do you not?" Dark Loki asked, his teeth grazing the god's clavicle and making him shudder.

"I do not enjoy anything of the sor- Ah!" Loki flinched after a particularly rough bite and dug his nails into the shoulders of his copy. Dark Loki grinned and used his magic to ease True Loki's shirt upwards, revealing his chest. Now the original Loki was flushed; His face and ears and chest were slightly tinted red from the blood rushing up, making the pale expanses of skin warm for the time being.

Dark Loki admired it, then made his opposite hold his shirt up by putting it between his jaws. "Bite," he ordered, shooting his red-eyed glare up at the other. True Loki did so obediently, yet begrudgingly, with his eyes narrowed at his copy, who decided to take that as acceptance and began biting and kissing his way up True Loki's abdomen and making him shiver. In fact, True Loki began enjoying it when Dark Loki dragged his teeth and tongue across one of his nipples, making him let out a small, muffled moan and tilt forward as if to make him do it again.

Dark Loki did him one better. He secured his arms around his other's back, bending his spine so that he was arched right into his the reach of his mouth. The magic that had once held his hands was now gone, and True Loki used this as an opportunity to grip the arms of the couch to get some sort of balance. Soon, Dark Loki had him shaking, with the teasing going on on his chest and the slow and steady friction between them. It was agonising, and he wanted nothing more than for...

"Excuse me, sir," came JARVIS's accented voice from above them. Dark Loki growled in annoyance and looked up.

"What do you want."

"The Avengers, sir. They are approaching, and I do not know if you want them witnessing... Whatever this is." JARVIS, at a loss for words. Strange.

True Loki let out a shuddering sigh of relief, and his shirt dropped out of his mouth. "Thank goodness..."

Dark Loki shot him a look of mock surprise. "You say that, but were you not just enjoying yourself there?" His hands travelled up his opposite's back and threaded in his hair, yanking his neck back. "Remember that you belong to me, you idiot creature. You will obey my every command, and I will not tolerate your stupidity."

"Forgive me if I do not -Ah!- know what 'stupidity' you speak of."

And then, the clone merged back into it's original, and Loki was left, slumped backwards on a couch, his shirt rumpled and a smidgen darker at the bottom, and covered in a sheen of sweat. That was exactly how the Earth's Mightiest Heroes found him, for he refused to move from that spot until his face returned to it's normal colour.

Once it did, he turned, slowly, his face once again half good, half evil. "There is nothing you can do to stop me," He began, his hands glowing with red magic and travelling up his arms. A grin spread across his face, deranged; evil.

"But you may try."

"What do you mean, 'no'?" Tony Stark slammed his fist on Nick Fury's desk, demanding an explanation for this... This idiotic 'standby' he was getting for his part of the mission.

"Listen, Tony. If we need you, we'll give you a call. But until then, stay here." Fury glared at Tony, as if he could burn a hole through his head. "That's an order."

With that, Tony left, rage flowing freely through his clenched fists and through the wall in front of him. "Who the hell does he think he is, telling me I can't go on a mission for my stuff? Stupid fucking assmunch..." He trailed off, yanking his hand back and wincing at the blood on his knuckles.

Great. Another wound he needed tending to.

It seemed like he'd had an over-abundance of injuries that hindered him, and he felt weak and stupid and mortal because of it. He didn't have any special powers, not really. He was just a man in a suit of armour, posing as some big-league superhero because his ego was too big to let him do otherwise.

Oh, no Tony. Not now. Now is not the time to start with the self-loathing thing. You've gotta focus. The genius closed his eyes, calming himself. Focus on getting Loki back. He didn't have any suits, save for the one he'd loaned Rhodey. With a little persuasion he could have the suit in no time.

Frantic now, Tony patted his pockets, found his phone, and began to dial.

Exactly fifteen minutes after he'd gotten his 'borrowed' -meaning technically still stolen- suit back from his best friend, Tony was suiting up. He wasn't going to let Loki get killed, nor stolen away by some... Whatever it was that controlled him. He was going to get his Loki back, no matter what the cost. He'd even go back to the hospital, fatally wounded with a slim chance of survival than let Loki stay possessed any longer.

He'd arrived on the roof of his tower, where JARVIS could not communicate with him. Some ominous feeling sank in his gut, and he flew down to his penthouse to check everything out.

He groaned at the mess.

Shattered glass was everywhere. Again. The ground was pushed in, and the walls were busted, from where he assumed Bruce had hulked out, In his penthouse.

Again.

Scorch marks scrawled up and down the walls, as if some monkey had come upstairs holding a flamethrower and thought it would have been nice to add some decorations to the walls.

He almost tripped over Banner's naked body.

"Holy sh- Bruce? You okay man?" He nudged the scientist with his foot and was returned with a groan, and that was all the confirmation Tony needed before stepping over the unconscious man and looking around the room. "Right-O. No more naked men for me today."

Tony Stark wasn't prepared for what he saw next.

Natasha, Clint, and Steve were on the ground, a scary puddle of blood surrounding each. Clint didn't seem to be breathing. The Iron Man held back a growl of anger and looked around for Loki, the mask of his suit flipping upwards. He heard a soft, gurgling sound in one of the bedrooms, so he rushed toward the sound. There Loki was, with a thick hand closed around his neck, blocking his windpipe. Thor held him against the wall, lifting the smaller god above him and growling rapid fire Norse.

"Woah hey, let go!" Tony shot a Repulsor beam at the demi-god, making him release Loki. The black haired being gasped for breath and wiped the spittle from his chin, his breathing laboured.

And then he saw Tony.

"S-Stark?"

Hahaha, what an evil way to end this chapter... I won't have my laptop tomorrow, guys! So that means no update or late one.

Sorry again for making you all wait this long, but... ehhh...

I want this to be a neverending story unu

But the only problem is that I'm writing it. (GET READY FOR A MAYBE FIGHT SCENE AND LOKI REVEALING SOMETHING TO THOR THAT HE'S NEVER SHOWN HIS ADOPTED BROTHER EVER!)

Mwaaaah my lovelies~~ Stay awesome~~