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"Good morning, Sir," comes JARVIS' cool voice as Tony stretches himself awake. "Will you be having breakfast with Thor?"
That catches his attention. "Thor? I thought Thor was in New Mexico."
"No, Sir. Thor stayed here last night. He is currently showering in one of the guest bathrooms."
"Show me," Tony orders followed very quickly by, "No. Don't show me." He sits up. "What the hell is he doing here?"
"I'm afraid I do not know, Sir. Shall I ask him?"
"No. But have him meet me here on my floor for breakfast."
"Very good, Sir."
Tony takes a very quick shower, dresses in a pair of jeans and his favorite Iron Maiden shirt, and goes to the kitchen. He busies himself with making scrambled eggs and bacon, first calculating 3 eggs per person for a total of 6. Then he remembers that it's Thor, so he decides to up the total egg count to a full dozen. The coffee is already brewing, and the smell is glorious.
There's a small knock from behind him. Tony turns and sees Thor in the same jeans and grey t-shirt he wore yesterday. The billionaire breaks into a smile. "Morning, Sunshine!"
Thor looks around uncomfortably. He feels guilty for pleasuring himself to pictures of his friend the night before. "Good morning, Tony. Your invisible servant led me to you."
"First of all, his name is JARVIS," Tony explains in a sing-songy voice. "And yes, he led you here so we could have breakfast and so you could tell me why you aren't in New Mexico with your girlfriend."
Thor's face becomes downcast. "She wished for me to leave."
"New Mexico?" Tony asks disbelievingly.
"Her lab," the god admits. "But I did not wish to be a burden, so I came here. Only now I am a burden to you."
"Nonsense. Have some coffee. Sit down. Tell me what happened." Tony serves the eggs and bacon as Thor begins.
"I went to see her, only she was in the middle of some experiment, something terribly important. She would not even agree to spare an hour away with me." He takes a bite of egg. "Mmm, these are most excellent. What did you put in them?"
Tony takes a sip of coffee to clear his mouth. "Just some peppers, onions, tomatoes, a little seasoning. But you were saying…she wouldn't leave for a not-so-quickie?" After a confused look in the blue eyes, the billionaire rolls his brown ones and explains that he meant sex.
Thor shakes his head and takes a drink. "Then I remembered how much you enjoyed the Lightning Palm. But when I began summoning the lightning, she became very angry and commanded me to leave." After a question or two from Tony, the god explains that they were in her lab and that she was afraid for her equipment.
"Ooh. That's rough. I hate to admit it, Muscles, but I probably would have gotten angry, too."
Thor puts down his fork and looks sadly at his plate. All Tony wants to do is go sit in his lap and kiss his frown away. And holy shit that sounds so girly. What the hell is happening to him? He thinks about Pepper and how good they have it. Then he looks up at the god once again, and it takes everything not to wrap his arms around the guy.
"You should go back to her. If you try it again when you aren't in her lab, I'm sure she'll love it. And she'll forgive you. And she'll have sex with you. And all will be right in your world."
"Do you truly think so?"
"I know so."
"Would that work with you?" It is a sincere question, though he's not sure if he's asking to understand Jane or to understand Tony. Perhaps a bit of both.
"It would definitely work with me," he says as he looks into Thor's eyes. Then Tony adds, "If Pepper came and did that to me, I'd have her undressed and beneath me in record time."
The God of Thunder remembers some of the images he saw last night and begins to blush a bit.
"Sorry, probably too much information," Tony half-apologizes.
"No," Thor replies as he looks into the genius' fathomless brown eyes. "I would like nothing more than for Jane to quickly remove my clothes and allow me inside her." And again he wonders if he truly means Jane or if he is only substituting her name for Tony's. "I should go to her."
"Finish your breakfast first. You'll probably need the energy." And as the images of Thor and Jane having sex begin to appear in his mind, he immediately begins to talk of something else. "I went to see your brother and his boyfriend last night. It's why I wasn't here."
"I had considered visiting them last night, as well. But I did not wish to intrude."
"Oh, well, I had no problem intruding. Apparently, they like to play dress-up. Yeah, I know. Loki was in this old military uniform. Oh, and they have a bag of ropes and whips and things. Those two aren't playing around. Well, they are, but…nevermind."
"I still find it difficult to fathom that Loki enjoys being at another creature's mercy."
"Yeah, well, he does." And that's when Tony realizes that they're talking about sex again. "So how are things on Asgard?" he asks to change the subject. "What's Odin really like? But more importantly, what was Loki like as a kid? Any embarrassing nicknames we can use?"
"After the elves sewed his lips shut, some would call him Scar-lip."
"Scar-lip? Well, that's gruesome. I was looking for something a little more…I don't know…embarrassing…like Poopy Pants or something."
Thor tilts his head. "Poopy Pants? Is that one of your nicknames?"
"No. God, no. It was just an example."
"It is a strange name." Thor thinks back to their childhood. "When we were young, Mother would call me Lys and Loki Mørk." He smiles. "And after Loki fell into a lake, Fandral began calling him fiskefôr." After Tony tries unsuccessfully to pronounce it, Thor explains that it means 'fish food.'
"I can work with that."
The two men stare at each other for a few moments, each suddenly lost in thoughts of the other and never thinking the man across might be having similar feelings.
"More coffee?" Tony finally asks.
"Yes, please." He hands the brunette his cup, and their fingers touch during the exchange, sending a thrill through both of them. Thor watches as Tony pours him more coffee and sets the mug in front of him. He's feeling guilty again for his actions last night and his thoughts this morning. "The first time I tasted coffee was with Jane. When I finished, I threw my cup to the ground and demanded another. That is what we did in Asgard, and I knew no better. She taught me how to be a better man."
Tony's thoughts turn to Pepper. "Yeah, I know what you mean."
When Thor speaks again, his voice is determined, strong. "I will take your advice, Tony Stark. I will return to Jane, get her away from her workplace, and make passionate love to her."
"Good," Tony says in a small voice, hoping to hide the trace of disappointment he feels.
xxx
Steve is sitting in his usual spot at the end of the last pew listening to the preacher begin the sermon when his phone vibrates. He pulls it out as discretely as possible. It's S.H.I.E.L.D. The Captain quietly gets up and leaves, answering the call as soon as he's out the door.
"Hello?"
"Captain Rogers?"
Steve confirms his identity and is told that he is needed for an assignment. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been monitoring a warehouse owned by a shell company associated with Hydra. They've since learned that whatever is in there is being moved out tonight. They need to go in this afternoon with Captain America.
Captain Rogers acknowledges the information and hangs up the phone. He immediately goes home to change.
"Loki?" Steve calls as soon as he walks into his apartment. "Loki?!"
"In the washroom," comes the answer.
The soldier is already undressing as he steps into the tiny room to find the god lying in the bathtub, his knees bent and sticking up out of the water. There's a book floating a bit above Loki's eye level. There are bubbles in the bath, though not enough to cover the dark patch of hair and pale genitals beneath the water. Steve quickly looks away. This is no time to get distracted.
"You're home early," Loki observes. "Care to join me?"
"Sorry, can't. I got called in."
The book drops a bit. "Called in?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D. raid on a Hydra warehouse," the Captain explains as he leaves the room to continue changing. "They're picking me up from the roof of the building. Not sure when I'll be home, but it should be sometime tonight…tomorrow morning at the latest."
"Should I come with you?"
"And have someone think you're working with Hydra and try to shoot you? No, thanks."
"I could remain in the background," he offers. There's no answer. "No, you're right. It's a horrible idea."
Steve steps back into the bathroom. He's dressed as Captain America without the gloves, hood, and helmet. "It's sweet and completely unnecessary."
"You will be careful, won't you?"
"Of course, Kitten." Steve kisses the top of Loki's head.
The god frowns. "At least give me a proper kiss."
Steve smiles and squats down. He touches his lover's cheek and places a soft kiss on the still frowning lips.
Loki looks into the deep blue eyes with their long lashes. "I love you, Steve Rogers."
"I love you, too, Loki. But you don't have to worry. I'll be fine. I'll see you later tonight, okay?"
Loki nods and watches then listens as Steve leaves. He feels the constriction in his chest. He is worried. He cannot help it. The last time Captain Rogers was on duty, the man was nearly killed. Luckily, Steve had had the presence of mind to summon Loki for help. The worry is alleviated somewhat with that realization. If the Captain gets into trouble, Steve will surely summon him again.
The book rises back to its original position, and Loki does his best to return his focus to it. It soon becomes evident, though, that the god will not be able to relax again until Steve has returned safe and sound.
xxx
Iron Man is already with Agent Coulson and the other agents in charge when Captain America arrives. They briefly discuss the best tactic for securing the warehouse before getting everyone into position.
Captain America and Agent Coulson will be with the first wave coming in through the front. Iron Man is to keep an eye on things in the air, at least initially. He'll offer support to any group having difficulty going in and clearing their area. Unfortunately, once the operation begins, almost every group is having difficulty.
Apparently, Hydra was tipped off about the raid and filled the warehouse with their agents. On the plus side, S.H.I.E.L.D. knows their own information was good.
With Captain America and Coulson leading the frontal assault, Iron Man decides to support the rear. He descends on the Hydra agents like a rocket and blasts anything firing at him.
At the front, Captain America is concerned about the crates. He's afraid all of the gunfire will destroy whatever is in them, leaving little information about what the warehouse was being used for. He uses his vibranium shield to protect himself from the barrage of bullets aimed at him while running to get close enough to disarm them. Once he's amongst the Hydra agents, he begins using his shield as an offensive weapon, using it as a battering ram or throwing it at various targets, letting it ricochet off the columns or walls before hitting the intended bad guys.
He and Coulson's team continue to push the Hydra agents back as Iron Man and Agent Sitwell's team push them forward. Now the weak spots are to the right and left, and the two Avengers move to support those areas of the warehouse.
Several Hydra agents escape, but in the end many more are captured or killed. Agent Sitwell is put in charge of getting those still alive back to S.H.I.E.L.D. for interrogation. He asks Captain America if he would like to join them for the fun.
"Maybe later. First, I want to know what's in these crates that's so important."
"That makes two of us," Iron Man says. He grabs the top of one of the wooden boxes and pulls up. It comes off easily.
Agent Coulson and Captain America reach into the box and pull out a surface-to-air missile. The agent whistles. "They sure aren't foolin' around."
"They're Latverian," the Captain notes as he points out the flag spray-painted on the side. "What do you think, Iron Man? Sold or stolen?"
"Sold." But that's not what's worrying Stark. "Question is, what are they doing here?"
Agent Coulson reminds them that they were only being stored for a little while. "We don't know where they were being sent."
Captain America looks around at the various crates. "According to the intel I've been reading, Hydra's main base is on an island in the Pacific. This could just be used for holding while waiting for transport to the final destination."
Iron Man disagrees. "Makes more sense to move the merchandise east through Asia. No, final destination was probably the continental United States. Can't help but wonder if Doom is just a supplier or an active partner."
"Well," Agent Coulson says, "maybe one of these jokers will be able to provide the information."
The Captain excuses himself and walks to an empty corner. After taking off his gloves, he lifts up his left sleeve and taps his arm three times. Then he whispers, "Loki. It's over. I'm fine. Be home when I can." He puts down his sleeve and puts on his gloves before heading back to Coulson and Stark.
xxx
It's dark when Steve finally gets home. S.H.I.E.L.D. is kind enough to drive him so he doesn't have to ride the subway as Captain America. Still, he gets looks from everyone in the streets and in the lobby of his building.
Once he's in the elevator, he takes off the helmet and hood and runs a hand through his hair. He allows himself a breath. Steve looks over to the side and remembers the first time he saw Loki there. Seems like it was ages ago. Oh, how his life has changed since that night.
Steve doesn't know why he's suddenly feeling reflective. Maybe it's seeing the Hydra agents there in front of him. Maybe it was being in action for the first time since getting his legs broken. The elevator doors open, and he steps out into the hall.
When he walks through the door of his apartment, he barely has time to lock it and turn around before he's enveloped in a hug. He can't help but smile. Steve puts his arms around Loki.
"I told you I was fine."
"I know. I just like having the physical evidence." The god slowly pulls away. "You look tired."
"Probably because I am tired," he says.
"How can I help? Dinner? Shower?"
"I already ate." Steve moves away. He puts his helmet on the table and begins to take off the uniform. "Tony always insists on eating after a mission. It's like a ritual or something." He remembers the image of Loki in the tub. "Bath."
"I'll turn on the water while you disrobe." The god disappears into the bathroom just before the sound of water is heard.
Steve shakes his head in amusement. Only Loki would use a word like 'disrobe'. "What were the bubbles you had?"
Loki smiles as he runs his hand under the water to test the temperature. "Just a little indulgence. Would you like some, Darling?" he asks as he plugs the drain.
Steve feels silly. "If it's not too much trouble."
"No trouble at all." He waves his hand over the water as it's filling up the tub. Bubbles begin to form smelling of vanilla with a hint of coffee.
The soldier stands at the doorway in his blue boxer shorts. He leans against the side and crosses his arms at his chest. He has no clue how the pose accents his muscles and sends a thrill through his lover. "Almost ready?"
"Indeed. You can get in if you like. The temperature should be good." Loki gets up and squeezes past Steve to allow room for the blond to get in. He watches as the boxers drop to the floor and the now nude man steps into the tub. The god goes back to his position near the faucet. "Good?"
Steve leans back and closes his eyes. "Very. It's just missing one thing." He opens his blue eyes and looks at his lover. "You."
Loki turns off the faucet. "Is that your not-so-subtle way of asking me to join you?"
"Was that not clear? How about this…Take off your clothes, and climb in. Is that clear enough?"
"Crystal." Loki removes the white t-shirt and his favorite grey pajama pants. He steps into the tub and nestles his back against Steve's chest. He can't help the sigh that escapes his lips. "It's good to have you home."
Steve wraps his arms around the man leaning against him. "This stuff smells amazing." The only response is a happy humming sound.
After several minutes of sitting and enjoying the water and the company, Steve's hands begin to roam. He kisses Loki's ear as his right hand travels lower down the god's body. He strokes the inside of his lover's thigh.
Loki shifts. He moves his head to the side to give the artist a kiss. The hand on his thigh continues traveling up and down. Soon it remains on his upper thigh, stroking ever closer to his cock. "I thought you were tired."
"I am tired. Must be the smell of coffee…or the feel of you." He lightly brushes the back of his hand against Loki's cock.
The god inhales quickly. "Well if you keep touching me like that, you'll have me standing at attention."
Steve kisses Loki's neck. "I like you at attention," he whispers into the ear in front of him. "It inspires me." He runs his fingers across the end of his lover's cock, feeling it move beneath his light touch.
"I do so like you inspired." Loki's tongue runs along his lower lip before taking it between his teeth. His lover's hand is starting to work him in earnest now, running the fingers along the underside of his shaft before grasping and tugging it. He grasps Steve's legs to steady himself as his breath becomes heavy with sensation.
"I want to paint you. I want to turn you into art. I want to cover you in plaster and paper mache just so I can run my hands over your entire body." He loves the feel of the hard cock in his hand. He loves how the words are just as effective as his touch (if not more so) in arousing his lover. And he suddenly wonders if he could get Loki aroused and ultimately satisfied with words alone.
"More," Loki breathes. "Tell me more." He adds, "Please," when the artist does not speak.
"I want to sign you. I want to sign you so that everyone knows you're mine. I want to possess you. I want to claim every inch of you."
"How? How would you claim me?" Loki's eyes are closed. He's relishing the contact, the feel of the artist behind him and the hand between his legs.
"With kisses…" He kisses Loki's shoulder. "…And bites…" Steve runs his teeth along Loki's neck. "…And ropes…" He gives a forceful tug to the cock in his hand. He's rewarded with a gasp from the man in front of him. "…And whips…" He continues the hard strokes. "…And paddles…And riding crops…" His hand is moving faster now, making Loki squirm and moan. "…And hot wax…And razor blades…and fucking, lots and lots of fucking."
The god arches his back and chokes out a sound like, "Nnuungh," as his cock is painfully worked. He takes several large breaths before another sound escapes his throat.
"Do you like that, Kitten? Or should I stop?" Steve's hand stills suddenly.
Loki whimpers. "Please. Please claim me. Please finish me."
"I don't know, Kitten. I'm not sure you deserve it."
The god moves his hips, trying to get a little friction. "I was good. I stayed here. I waited for you."
"True," Steve says as he begins to gently stroke the cock in his hand once again. He can feel Loki sigh with a little relief. "What else?"
"I love you."
"There is that," the artist agrees and moves his hand a bit faster and a little harder. "What else?"
Loki searches his mind but is having a lot of trouble thinking. He looks around. "I gave you bubbles."
Steve laughs. He kisses his lover's neck and tightens his grip around the god's cock. Loki is soon squirming against him again.
"Thank you. Oh, yes. Oh, yes," the Trickster moans as his left arm reaches up and back to hold onto Steve's neck. His eyes are closed again, and his mouth is open. His need is mounting with each stroke. And with each stroke he's closer to his release. "More. Please more."
The hand continues working up and down Loki's cock as the god's hips move to increase the pace. And then a gasping moan escapes open lips as semen shoots into the water.
Loki relaxes against Steve and yawns.
"Ready for bed, Kitten?"
"Yes, Darling," the god says but does not move.
Steve nudges his lover. "You have to get up before I can."
Loki hums his complaint but gets up slowly. He steps out of the tub and wraps a towel around his waist. Steve gets up and does the same. They dry off and both put on fresh boxer shorts before the artist turns out the lights. Then they climb into bed and drift off to sleep.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while to get out. It wasn't cooperating. And as you can tell, story is definitely starting to take over. Plus, I've started posting another story, so the chapters for this one will probably be coming slower than before. Thanks again for reading & reviewing & following & favoriting & everything else. Y'all are wonderful!
And finally...Congratulations to Robert Downey Jr for his People's Choice Award win!
