Chapter Fourteen: The Joys of Being a Jotun
Loki hadn't seen Stark in three days. He felt strangely alone, despite being used to long bouts of isolation in the pursuit of advancing his magic.
Pepper had stopped by once complementing his progress and asking how Jotunheim was doing. Loki could barely look at her as he spoke of the damage he inflicted and the small positive impact he made while trying to help. She had patted him on the shoulder with a small smile that spoke of forgiveness and understanding.
Imbuing the vapor was getting easier, mostly because of how his mind expanded both during his trip to and from Jotunheim and when he was controlling the cloud before letting it snow.
Loki released the vapor from the bottle and tried to control it the same way Stark had done so with his cigar smoke. At first he could barely keep the vapor from dissipating, but after a few choice swear words under his breath he got it under control.
The first images he could create were vague smudges, then blurred shapes, before finally become definable images- all in green.
He found this form of imbuing to be much harder than the previous way. His energy dissipated from the vapor quicker than it did from a solid object. The idea of making his memories, something so incorporeal, into a part of his magic seemed impossible, but if Stark could do it Loki was sure he could too.
Loki had fallen asleep on the couch again, the bottle lightly clasped in his hands. His magic was bordering on dangerously low, but he felt safe enough in Stark's home to let himself become this weak.
"Fury wants answers." A low, female voice said, alerting him to another's presence.
"As a scientist I can appreciate that urge." Stark responded flippantly. From his spot Loki was in the peripheral vision of the red headed assassin. He felt a tinge of panic until red words appeared in front of him.
She can't see you.
"Tony, we're still on high alert after the invasion. Fury and Hill both think he's going to come back for round two. We need to know we can trust you to have our backs." From the look of annoyance on Stark's face it was clear that they had been discussing this for far too long.
Loki silently stood up and walked to the hallway, simultaneously putting on the glamour of a young, beautiful woman with mussed hair only wearing one of Stark's button up shirts. She emerged from the hallway, purposefully being louder than she actually was. Loki pretended not to see the Widow's hand flash to her holster. Loki yawned in response, her bare feet paddling softly across the cold tile floor. The assassin was watching her closely as Loki poured a cup of coffee before leaning against Stark. The older god quickly looped his arm around her waist.
"Good morning." Loki said before taking a sip of coffee and giving the other woman the once over. "And you are?"
"I could ask the same of you. She hasn't passed through security and I doubt she's been holed up here since before the invasion." The SHEILD agent accused. Stark snorted.
"You think I don't have ways around my own security?"
"I'm guessing she's the reason you've been out of contact?" Natasha's lips were drawn into a thin line.
"I've been told I can be quite time consuming." Loki let out an undignified squeak as Stark suddenly lifted her by her hips and sat her on the counter, before positioning himself between her legs. He gave Loki a fleeting questioning look and the younger god nodded subtly.
"Unless you want to join us I suggest you tell Fury to mind his own damn business. I flew a nuclear missile into a wormhole. I think I deserve a bit of a break." Stark grinded obscenely against Loki as he spoke. Loki let out a gasp before pulling him closer.
"Some things never change with you." The assassin said unfazed by their crude display. She left without another word.
Stark slid his hands up Loki's legs.
"I can see why you are the God of Mischief." Stark leered at Loki's fake form. "You're very pretty like this, but I'd prefer you in your real form." Stark whispered while kissing Loki's cheek and running a hand up his side.
"I might burn you on accident." He pulled at Loki's hair, exposing his neck.
"Only if you feel defensive. Am I making you feel defensive?" Stark asks in his usual teasing manner and Loki shivered under his touch.
"No." Loki arched his back, bringing him closer to the older god.
"Then let me see your real form, let me touch you in your real form." With every word Stark's lips brushed against Loki's skin. The younger god let his glamour slip and immediately felt the contrast of their temperatures. "You've never really been touched in your Jotun form. This will be quite the experience for you." Loki could feel his skin already contracting, exposing his nerves that amplified every touch. "Hmm, but what should we do? There are so many options. I could fuck you till you forget your name," Stark pushed Loki onto his back as he started to strip him down. "Fuck you till your lines spasm, your body not knowing if it can handle another orgasm." The blue skin of his chest was revealed. Stark stared at the four lines that started on Loki's back and followed the curve of his ribs before sharply turning downward before disappearing below more cloth. "You know, I don't even have to take off these leather pants you tend to favor to make you come undone. What do you think about that?"
"Anything just-" Stark flicked his tongue out on Loki's collarbone. Pleasure swept outwards from that spot, yet it was contained, never passing over his raised lines, like flowing water contained by a river.
Loki could suddenly feel everything. The calluses on Stark's hands, the cold granite counter at his back, the leather rubbing up against his skin, Stark's warm breath-
"Ah!" His whole body tensed with just the slightest of touches when Stark brushed his thumbs over Loki's hips.
"Yes, I think I'll leave you untouched. I'll make you come again and again without being inside of you or touching you where you need it the most." Stark bit down hard on Loki's neck, and the younger god let out a strangled gasp. He turned his head to give Stark better access, but the feeling of his cheek brushing against the smooth granite was almost just as painful, making him feel light headed.
Loki tried pawing at Stark's shirt in hopes of touching his skin, but the feeling of the soft fabric on his fingertips was almost too much-
He hooked his legs around Stark's hips and cried out as his leather dragged against his skin. His ankles hooked together and the soft inlining of his boots almost burned him with the intensity
"Oh, Norns, Stark- I don't understand- I can't-" Loki couldn't form sentences, making Stark grin. He ran his tongue between the lines of his chest and stomach before circling around Loki's navel.
Everything hurt, but felt so good. He was quivering and the wet trail Stark left behind was aching. Loki wanted more, but he could barely move without a pleasure that was just on the precipice of a climax made him lock up, leaving him completely open and vulnerable to the other god.
Every old knick and callous on Stark's hands grated against Loki's skin sending waves of hysteria through him.
And Stark's goatee scratched against his dark blue nipple-
Loki wanted to cry, because he couldn't process it all- it was too much, but not enough.
With one hand Stark traced the V of Loki's hips while the other reached behind him and pulled Loki flush with him.
Then their lips met and the pleasure somehow amplified. Loki could barely respond to Stark's fervent kisses and nips purely because he was not certain he'd be able to survive the fall that would come after the climax he was quickly building up to.
Loki didn't realize he was trying to grind his hips against Stark's until the other god pushed them back down onto the counter. He whimpered in response.
"Please, Stark- Please!" Loki begged, wantonly rubbing his torso against Starks, his whole body feeling like it would explode with just one well placed touch.
"Not tonight." Stark whispered into his ear, the soft brush of his breath making Loki cry out.
"Please!" Tears escaped his eyes and they blazed a path across his skin.
Stark's shirt rubbing against him, the soft fur of his boots, his slick leather, and Stark's rough skin-
It all made Loki's whole body pulse right on a level of pleasure he'd never experienced before. He was so close to shattering into a million pieces-
And then Stark bit down on the column of his neck-
Loki screamed. His whole body tensed and came undone. Loki was completely lost in the sensation. He couldn't see or move and the all encompassing pleasure didn't relent. All he could do was quiver under the onslaught as the orgasm hit him repeatedly.
Slowly the pleasure ebbed. Loki realized that he was breathing harshly as he looked at Stark with hooded eyes.
"Do you still know your name?" Stark asked, still hovering over him, yet leaving an inch between them.
"Yes- Loki." He said disjointedly.
"Good, that means I'm still not done with you." And then the process started all over again.
So that just happened. Fyi, I posted a one-shot about baby!Loki called From the Heart.