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Chapter 14. Supremacy, Power & Dominance

I had a chance. A slim one, and it was probably desperate, but I couldn't let go. After seeing Stark in the hotel room, I needed to talk to him. As Loki, not as some poor and dull Midgardian called Jim. And being Loki included manipulation and lies.

I had to call Sherlock, though, just to be sure. I still had a rational part who knew this was not a smart idea.

I chose to ignore it.

It had probably been that part's idea to phone Sherlock. Hoping he would forbid me going to see him. It was one of the most reckless actions I had done in a long time. It was risky, but I had to do it. I had to make sure Stark was where I wanted him to be. Sherlock hadn't said anything. That was encouragement.

I dressed with Asgardian clothes, for Stark to think I wasn't hiding somewhere in the planet but in some other realm. I didn't use the armour, though. I only wanted to talk with him. What would I say? I don't know. Something. Everything. Anything.

Words would come to me once I was in his presence. As always. Most things needed to be planned to the detail. Not this kind. You could never anticipate how it would work out, how would it end. No, with this kind of thing I needed to improvise.

Before I left I repaired Sherlock's computer. It was my fault it was broken, after all. Maybe I had miscalculated the amount of magic it could contain without overloading. Or maybe I knew it would burn but simply didn't care. I guess we'll never know, right?

This time, however, I used just what was necessary. I wanted to fix it, not fry it again. Can you fry something twice? I whispered a quick spell and checked the damage was repaired. I trusted my abilities completely, but I had to.

I had to calm down before going anywhere.

The spell had of course worked. The computer was back and it functioned perfectly.

I couldn't delay my departure anymore, so I gripped my tie pin and made myself invisible. I also put a veil on my magic, just in case. If I was going for inconspicuous I'd better do it right. Then I teleported into Stark Tower.

Jarvis didn't notice my presence, or at least didn't acknowledge it. That was a good sign. Stark had it programmed to alert out loud any intrusion.

My status hadn't changed, then.

I looked around me. I was in the lounge, which was deserted. I searched the entire floor, but no one was there.

Reluctantly I moved to the lift, but I didn't take it. That would most definitely alert Stark or anyone of my presence. I teleported to Stark's personal floor.

His bedroom and the workshop were the two most likely places for him to be. But if he were in the workshop there would be music blaring through the speakers down there, reaching even some of the higher floors. The bedroom was, then.

But maybe he isn't in the Tower at all.

Actually I had thought about it, as none of the Avengers was in the lounge. But just before calling Sherlock I had checked and he was. He couldn't have just gone out again, right?

I wandered across the floor, looking for Stark. I found him in his bedroom, just where I thought he would be.

He was sat by the window, just staring out of it. He had a glass of whiskey in his hands, and a bottle of the same liquid was in the table, only half full.

Oh, so soon to be drinking, Tony. I thought I had corrected that.

He wasn't facing me nor with his back to me. I could appreciate the game of shadows his cheekbones and lips played. I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down when he swallowed. I could hear him sighing. He thought he was alone, that's why he allowed himself to sigh.

I quietly murmured the spell to make me visible again and waited. I didn't say anything, just waited there. Stark finally got up to get another bottle of alcohol and saw me.

"Loki" he breathed.

"Indeed" I answered.

We weren't moving at all. We were frozen. Stark slowly put the empty bottle and glass on the table and approached me.

"How… You… Why are you here, Loki?"

Alright, that question hurt me a little.

"I… needed to come. I wanted to see you. I just…" I trailed off, letting him fill in the silence.

"Where were you? We were worried about you, you know. Running off like that, without explanation."

I took a step back, struck by his words.

"You didn't need an explanation. It was pretty clear you didn't want me anymore."

"How can you say that? I've been looking for you for days. I've used all the resources to find you" he said, without closing the gap between us.

"I…" I stopped and turned, closing my eyes. "I don't even know why I have come. I shouldn't have. This is ridiculous."

I started to walk towards the door, but Stark stopped me.

"Loki" He made a pause. "Please. Stay. Talk to me."

I looked at him in the eye. Yes, there it was. Words were rushing into my head, ready to come out of my mouth. Already scheming, already plotting, already manipulating. I knew exactly what to say to create the reaction I wanted, any reaction I wanted.

"Why don't you talk to me? Why don't you tell me what happened before I left, why you all became so cold and distant at once?"

I watched as something crumbled in his eyes.

"Loki, there wasn't anything…" He started.

"Oh, don't you dare say that to me. I know a lie when I hear one. I knew exactly what happened. It was obvious your whole demeanour was different. So don't you dare say it was nothing." Without noticing, I had closed the distance between us, and I was now towering over him. I backed off a little. "Don't you dare" I repeated, this time softer.

Stark sighed, looking down.

"Loki, look. There was this woman, she told us… something about you. About who you are. All the blue stuff, right?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the tension.

That part I had already assumed. And the woman was Amora. I knew that for sure.

Still, being underestimated always comes in handy.

"Oh, my true heritage." I tried to sound upset, even if I had come to terms with that matter. "Jotünn. Who told you? I doubt Thor…" I trailed off, encouraging him to fill in the blanks again.

I was manipulating him, even without noticing. Not even wanting to. Right, that last part wasn't true. Another lie. My mistake.

"No, it wasn't Blonde Big Guy. She was Asgardian, though. Amora, I think it was her name. God, you guys really have weird names. Is it a fetish or something?"

"Tony" I warned.

"I know. It's just… It was a lot of crap about you, and I guess I doubted. There are plenty of centuries of your life I know nothing about!" He paused for a moment. "Look, I know this wasn't easy, but I don't think it was reason enough as to abandon us all. It wasn't a path of roses for us either."

"It wasn't easy for you? It wasn't easy, you say? Try and be on your own in a realm you know nothing about, no magic, no contacts. Try, and tell me it was easy." Well, that wasn't technically lying. Compared to the amount of magic I normally have that was nothing. And I did have contacts, just decided not to call them. So it's the same as if I didn't have any.

"Loki…"

"No Tony. Don't."

"I'm sorry, okay? I should have trusted you. I shouldn't have believed her."

He looked rather awkward. Apologising wasn't in his everyday schedule. Now I had him exactly where I wanted him. He just needed a last little push. I looked Stark in the eye.

"I love you." I whispered. Somehow it left a bitter taste on my mouth, but I didn't care.

"I love you too." He answered.

He pulled me to him and kissed me. My initial plan hadn't included this, but I had expected it. It would be a bonus.

I returned the kiss, entwining our tongues and pulling him by the shirt closer to me. Stark slid his hand down my back and rested it just where my ass started. I growled in complaint and he smiled and placed it over my ass, squeezing it softly.

I kissed him fiercely, making up for the lost time and all the frustration and anger. I drank his scent and lost myself in it. Not for long, though, as Stark bit my lower lip. I moaned and entangled my fingers in his hair, clean and grease free for once.

I had missed this. My body had missed this. It reacted to Stark's touch in ways I wasn't even aware of.

I started unfastening the belt of his trousers and unbuttoning his shirt. I brushed my fingers against his flat stomach, his abs, his chest. I got rid of all his clothes first and then Stark helped me remove my own.

"Bed" I murmured. The impressive bed in Stark's bedroom was soaked in his scent and it brought delicious memories.

"Bed" He agreed, and picked me up as if I were made of air. I passed my arms behind his neck for support and entangled my ankles.

Stark laid me down on the soft mattress and started kissing my jawline and neck, nibbling and biting and sucking while his hands travelled down my chest and belly, sending chills down my spine.

I inhaled sharply as Stark dug his teeth in my skin and I scratched his back.

I growled and got on my elbows, gaining a confused look from Stark. I pushed him by his chest and got up. Still with the palm of my hand wide open over his arc reactor, I turned and pushed him on the bed again. Blue light poured from between my fingers. This time the look he threw me was playful and sly.

I got on my knees on the bed and purred on his ear, feeling goosebumps appear on his skin as a response. That made my smile pleasantly.

I got down and passed a finger along his hard length. I blew on the tip and he shuddered. I brushed the head with my tongue and made slow circles before swallowing it all.

Stark gasped and arched his back as I sucked mercilessly. One of his hands went to my head to encourage me up and down.

Stark's moans and growls augmented until he was on the edge of climax. I didn't let him finish, though. Just before he could cum, I pulled back and stared at him.

"Loki, Loki, continue, love" He whined.

"But why, my love? After all the pain you've caused me you don't deserve the pleasure of cumming." I was being selfish and cruel, but then, that's kind of my thing. I wanted revenge, and sex is what Stark loved most.

"You also hurt me, and I am not punishing you." He continued complaining.

"Yes you are, my love. Yes you are. With those eyes and pleading face, claiming innocence and naivety" I answered. I got closer to him once again. "I want to cum, though. Such situations you put me in."

I took his hand and guided it to my ass, searching with a finger my hole.

Stark pressed and started moving the finger in and out, slow at first but quickly fastening the pace. A second finger followed and I gasped.

Too long. It had been too long without this.

When three digits were inside me, moans were escaping my lips and I found myself leaning on Stark's chest for support.

"Stark… I'm ready" I murmured in a husky voice. He understood me, though, as he got the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand.

"Turn your back" He ordered.

"I don't want to. Take me, Stark. I want to see your face while you do so."

A mischievous grim spread on his face and I returned the gesture.

Sex between Stark and I was always a battle. A battle for supremacy, for power, for dominance. Always wanting to overpower the other, make him bend under our wishes and desires. Sometimes I won, sometimes he did. Today I was too resentful and hurt as to let him win.

I liked it as a battle, though. I really love a good challenge. The satisfaction once you've achieved what you wanted, once you see Stark writhing and shaking as he climaxes. Because of me.

He positioned himself between my legs, and slid his cock inside me, deep. He stilled and I shifted to accommodate it, to get used to it. Well, not so much get used to it but welcome it back.

Stark slid his cock almost completely to then bury himself in me again, fast and hard. I hissed and he chuckled.

"Are you enjoying your punishment, my love?" He asked seductively. I growled as a response. Stark laughed again.

The man repeated the process, this time a little bit more carefully. And again and again, Tony Stark pounded into me as I saw his expression morph and become one of pure pleasure.

In one of the thrusts, he hit my prostate and I screamed. Stark angled again for that spot until I was over the edge. He would probably want to take revenge for interrupting his climax before, so I hurried and looked for that last push I needed.

One last thrust was my undone. I climaxed and melted like wax, falling limp on top of him. He continued for a bit more until he also orgasmed.

We stayed like that for a long time, I think. I wasn't really paying attention, sue me.

"Will you come back?" Stark's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"I do not know" I answered. It was the true. Most of it, at least. I could hardly ever speak the complete truth. And a part of me didn't want to go back.

"Do you have somewhere to stay? Are you eating well?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Last time I checked, that was none of your business, mum."

"Loki."

"Will you come after me? Or the Avengers?" I asked. Now or never, he would never be so vulnerable and open again.

He was silent for a long time.

"Probably" He breathed at last.

I moved to get up and get dressed.

"I have to go, Stark."

"Do you have or do you want to?"

"Both." That now, wasn't a lie. A little miracle.

"Loki." He called.

I conjured my clothes and turned.

"I may or may not have come here today. Your choice, Stark." I said.

Then I teleported out of the building.