"Wonderfully done." Loki mumbled to the small girl who had just tossed a boy twice her size to the ground. Loki's eyes were trained on the boxy television caged to the wall of the youth center.
"May I go next?" One of the boys asked.
"Proceed." Loki gestured towards the padded mat.
"What does proceed mean?" A different child asked. Loki didn't answer, catching his breath as Iron Man dodged the oncoming blast of yet another foe.
"Sarah, Emily, if you two pull out your cell phones once more I'll confiscate them." Loki said absentmindedly. The two girls in question squeaked in unison, one putting her phone back in her bag while the other shoved it in her pocket.
"Mr. Dillman can I go to the bathroom?" One of the boys asked.
"Yes, Xavier. You better wash your hands when you come back. I will know if you haven't." Loki glanced at the young boy, giving him a warning look. He nodded before running off.
Loki wanted nothing more than to abandon these whelps and aid Tony or at the very least be close enough to be certain no harm came to him. Loki had all his tricks. He could be of use. He knew he could. If only he wasn't so despicable and filthy. If only he wasn't himself.
Tony swooped down, catching Hawkeye in his freefall off a skyscraper. Loki bit his lip, holding back a gasp. Why did the engineer always have to put himself in such danger? But this was just one of the many reasons he loved him.
It was also one of the countless ways they differed. Loki never fought for another or risked his life. The only time Loki ever really put himself in harm's way was when he'd tried to kill himself. He couldn't even do that right.
One of the children started crying after landing on her face.
"Be quite. You're hardly bleeding." Loki said before quickly changing his tone. "I mean go get the first aid kit and I'll patch you up dear."
The villain of the week threw all sorts of bombs at the Avengers. Hulk swatted one down, causing a fire hydrant to explode. Black Widow hopped onto the back of the metal villain. The battle continued and Loki only grew tenser.
By the time the parents arrived to collect their children the battle was still being fought. Loki would have found it comical, how relaxed all the parents were despite a battle taking place just outside of the city, if not for the fact that his heart was clenched painfully.
As always after Loki's cleaning duties the driver was waiting for him, reading his newspaper. Loki worried away at the hem of his shirt as he was driven back to the tower. In a bold move he turned on the radio and listened to the newscaster talk about the fight. The driver didn't comment.
Loki hesitated leaving the car when they arrived at the tower. The fighting was at its peak. What if something happened when Loki was in the elevator or when-
"Vacate the vehicle." Jarvis' voice sounded from the cell phone in Loki's bag. The god fumbled to pull it from the simple bag as he got out of the car.
"Please, I need to know how Tony's doing." Loki begged, trying not to break the small phone. Jarvis didn't respond immediately and Loki felt like he was dying.
"I have been granted permission to give you a 'play-by-play' as Sir put it." Jarvis began narrating the fight as the elevator slowly ascended. The second he was on the penthouse floor Loki ran into the living room and switched on the TV. He muted it on a news network and continued to listening to Jarvis. Unconsciously he curled into a ball, resting his chin on his knees. The thrusters on the suit stuttered and Loki caught his breath. It took another hour before SHIELD finally apprehended the villain. "Sir is heading to a debriefing. No new information shall be relayed from this point on."
Loki nodded before slowly uncurling himself and turning the TV off. He walked absentmindedly to his room and was briefly startled by his fake face. He shifted back to his Aesir form and saw that his clothing was dirty from being around sticky children. He tossed his cell phone onto the bed before stripping and throwing his clothes into the hamper. He decided to relieve some of his stress in the shower.
Loki thoroughly inspected his toy beforehand, as he always did. It was important to him that he kept all of the things Tony gave him in prime condition. He also knew that this might be the only real physical contact he'd have for a very long time.
Loki started imagining Tony sitting on his bed watching as the god made sure every setting of the vibrator worked, that the strange material it was made of was still smooth, and that the port to its charger was firmly closed.
Loki was already hard just thinking about his heated stare.
He would follow Loki into the bathroom, turning on the water a bit too hot for Loki's liking. The god wouldn't try to change it though. Tony would shove him into the shower, causing Loki to stumble on the rim of the shower. He'd slam the glass door shut causing the whole shower to rattle.
Nothing you do will ever get rid of your filth. Tony grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to face the hot spray directly, his hand quickly finding Loki's entrance and working it open. Listen to you, whimpering so pathetically. You slut. I'm going to fuck you like the animal you are.
Tony would thrust into him, showing no mercy. Loki could feel his throbbing length driving into him harder and harder.
"Please." Loki begged, almost feeling Tony reach up and grabbing his throat, cutting off his breathing. Norns, he needed this so much. He needed Tony. Each thrust was sending shockwaves of pleasure through his disgusting body. "Please!"
Shut up you piece of shit. Loki started to tense. This is the last time, Dasher. I won't even allow you to get dressed. I'll toss you off the balcony just like the trash you are. With that, Loki came embarrassingly quickly.
Loki let out a slow breath before he eased the toy out of himself.
Loki washed it off before setting it aside and turning the temperature of the shower down slightly. He poured a generous amount of shampoo into his hands, lathering his hair.
Despite the orgasm being a relief it still wasn't enough. Even his imaginary Tony was starting to fade in his mind. It had only been two months since Tony was inside of him and now he couldn't imagine the way Tony's stubble felt as it brushed against him when he whispered dirty things into Loki's ear. He couldn't remember how his callused hands felt on his hips.
Loki began crying all over again at the thought of how far he'd fallen out of the engineer's good graces.
With heavy limbs and an even heavier heart Loki got out of the shower, patting himself dry. He left his hair to curl naturally before flopping down on his bed naked. He'd finished his green bedspread weeks ago, but it didn't feel particularly soft on his bare skin right now.
He gracefully rolled off his bed before going to the closet to change into some of his lounge ware.
He'd usually stick to the too tight jeans Tony liked seeing him in, but he felt far too exhausted to put in such effort. Loki went to the kitchen and sat on one of the barstools, lazily conducting his magic to start dinner. Steak tonight. Medium rare for Tony, well done for Ms. Potts, rare for himself. He uncorked a bottle of red wine that Ms. Potts favored, letting it 'breathe' as Tony once instructed him to do.
Before he could even finish marinating the steaks he heard Tony land and the gantries start pulling off his armor. Loki turned to watch him. The engineer was more ruffled than usual and his eyes were blazing, causing Loki to catch his breath.
Tony paused mid-step when their eyes met.
"Jarvis, turn off all kitchen appliances." Tony ordered and Loki heard the clicking of the stove turning off. The god began squirming under the intense stare of the engineer. Tony stalked over to him and grabbed Loki by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the stool. The god stumbled forward, almost falling to the ground as Tony released him. He grabbed Loki's long hair, keeping the god bowed down. Loki stumbled forward as he was pulled out of the kitchen. "Don't say a word." Loki moaned as he was shoved face first against the ceiling high window. "Open your mouth." Loki did as ordered and two fingers were shoved in his mouth. He lapped at them greedily, doing his best to get a reaction from Tony. Loki felt his lounge pants being ripped away with a force that was almost too great for the engineer. Tony's fingers left Loki's mouth, but quickly found their way between Loki's cheeks. "Already loose. I see you've been putting my toy to good use, you fucking whore."
Tony curled his fingers slightly and Loki made a keening noise. He was still slightly sensitive from his time in the shower. Tony let out a chuckle that was both pleased and dark. Tony pulled out his fingers and Loki had to force himself not to beg for more.
The god made a stuttered noise as Tony thrust into him with one quick movement. He gasped, having forgotten how good it felt to be filled.
Tony grabbed Loki by his hair and rammed his face into the window. He had to move his head to the side slightly to keep from either breaking his nose or cracking the window.
"You pathetic-" Tony slammed into him again, coiling his arm around Loki's waist. "I fucking hate you so much." Loki let out a choked sob as he felt something inside of him break. Whatever had been holding him together these past few months… "I should fuck you bloody." Tony bit Loki's shoulder and the god arched into his touch.
Tony's pace was unforgiving. The god began crying as each thrust hit his prostate. He was pushed even harder into the glass of the window. It was almost painful, but the burning pleasure that was building in his lower gut kept him from feeling anything other than Tony's touch and hot gasps. Tony's blunt fingers dug into Loki's hair, plastering Loki's face to the glass. Saliva slipped between Loki thin lips. He was unable to close his mouth or suppress his moans.
Loki's heart was beating so hard he was almost afraid it would break the window and they'd both go tumbling down. The air was forced from his lungs as his whole body was pushed forward by the movement of Tony's hips.
Loki felt his insides start to flutter, so close to coming. Tony suddenly grabbed the base of Loki's cock, squeezing just enough to stop any orgasm. Loki groaned in both pain and pleasure, fresh tears fogging his vision.
"Please-" He began begging, but was cut off as Tony shoved him to the ground, still inside of him and gripping his cock.
"Shut the fuck up." Tony growled, knocking Loki's arms out from under him, making him fall even lower with only Tony's firm grip on his cock keeping him from being laid out flat. Loki's legs were spread awkwardly. One knee still had his tattered pants on, making him slip on the marble floor. Sweat was dripping down his thigh as the pressure from his delayed orgasm strained his body and blackened soul. His hands fisted in front of him as his whole body was rocked back and forth with Tony's thrusts.
His gasps were turning from groans to screams as it was all becoming too much. He felt like he was about to shatter and his throat was clenched as he writhed under Tony. He was sobbing and screaming, just wanting this to be over yet last forever. He could taste blood in his mouth, feeling Tony's grip on his cock tighten even more.
It was all too much and Loki whole body quivered with constrained pleasure.
Tony stilled suddenly coming as he bit into Loki's shoulder. He released the god's cock and Loki spurted thick lines of come all over the ground while screaming.
I forgot to mention I posted another one shot that goes with this story called Playing Shrink. It's not posted on fanfic, but on Archive of Our Own. The link is at the top of my profile if you're interested.