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Chapter 37. His Hate, His Revenge, His Rage.

The moment I appeared in Stark's Malibu mansion, Jarvis greeted me and notified Tony of my presence, so I just sat on the sofa and waited.

"I wasn't sure you would be here, but I expected so" I said as soon as I heard the man's footsteps.

"Hello to you too" he replied.

I got up and turned to face him, a mischievous smile spreading on my face.

"Hello, Anthony." I took some steps closer to him to take advantage of the height difference. "How's your new life with the mortal? I've been informed that you're quite pleased."

"I am."

I tsked. "Your standards have lowered, Anthony. But after me, you would have had a hard time finding someone comparable."

I locked my eyes with his and he pretended not to notice, going to the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of an amber liquid.

"Anyway, what is all of this? Telling us you're going to come back in Africa, now coming here?" He pointed with the glass in my direction. "You are a drama queen."

"My departure wasn't precisely pacific; I need to test the waters first" I answered, ignoring his last comment.

"Yeah, I already gathered that. What I don't understand is, why? Why come back?"

I looked away and bit my lip.

"I don't have anywhere else to go" I said in a cracked voice.

"You have Asgard. And the Earth is really big, surely you have someplace hidden?"

"I can't go to Asgard" I hissed. "I'm banished."

"But you went. With Thor."

"With Thor as a babysitter, and only because it was a special occasion." Frigga had asked Odin to let me go to Asgard after my confinement in Midgard ended. Surprisingly enough, he agreed. But that would be the last time I saw my mother in a long time. Not the idiot of my brother, though. I would have to see him and be reminded of everything I didn't have. Everything I had lost.

"I don't believe any of this shit" Tony blurted out.

"Why would I lie, now?" I asked.

"It could be anything. Revenge, some twisted evil plan you're plotting. Fun. It's not like it'd be the first time you lie to me."

"I do not wish vengeance against any of you." Well that depends on who you is, but semantics.

You're lying, then.

I am. Not for fun, though.

But you know how this will end, and you're already enjoying the expectation.

It always ends up the same way with Stark.

An only physical relationship cannot last.

I do not intend this to last. I will merely use him when I need to.

Or when you want to.

Indeed.

"Bullshit."

"Believe me or not; do as you please. But I need to go back."

"Only if you explain your motives to me." We stared at each other for a long time, not wanting to move our gaze first. "Tell me where you've been and why you've decided to come now."

I licked my lips as I thought, our eyes still locked on each other's." I need help" I breathed at last.

Tony gasped lightly then let out a sigh. "Help with what?"

"I've been… After I left, I used the time at my disposal to look for a way to free my children. Jörmungandr is here in Midgard" I explained. It wasn't even a lie; Jörmungandr was in this Realm and I'd like, more than anything, to free him.

"You said you wanted to come back for me."

"Did I really said that, now? You are not the centre of the universe, Anthony." Not even the centre of mine, not anymore. "And I said no such thing."

Stark did not answer, but I could see him reliving our latest encounter in Africa. His face changed when he realised I had actually never said that I wanted to come back because of him.

In that moment I realised; he thought —no, it was more than that. He hoped— I was still in love with him. He thought he could control me through that love, that I would do what he asked.

That could mean two opposite things; that he hated me or that he still loved me. Either way he would possibly go on a solo mission against or for me.

But I betted on the latter; I've known his hate, his revenge and his rage, and it wasn't like this. Tony Stark was fire.

"Do you want me to come back?"

"It would make things difficult."

"For Pepper?" I used her name and not an insult. He should at least acknowledge that; it was an effort.

"For me. But for her too. After the last time you were here, when you said you'd been with me, she left." The man chuckled without humour. "I mean, I expected it. She's too good. But I wanted her to stay."

He said this like I cared. He always said things like I cared. Tony didn't realise most of the time I was only collecting data to use later. He had never seen that.

"Then why would you fuck me?" I asked innocently, pushing him.

"Because you're hot, and I hadn't seen you in a long time, and because I missed you, and also because it's you" his voice lowered as he went on speaking, until he reached an almost inexistent you at the end.

"So I'm hot." I started pacing the room seemingly aimlessly, but I was actually getting closer to the man. His last confession had opened the path I wanted to use. The path I always used with Stark. Because it worked. Because the man was irremediably human. "And you missed me. How charming. Maybe, since I'm me, we'll do something to make you not miss me that much."

By then I was already invading Stark's personal space, so I reached out and traced his arc reactor with a lazy finger. He swallowed and I felt his heartbeat accelerate. I raised my gaze and found his eyes looking at me, mesmerised.

The next moment we were kissing passionately, biting lips and pulling at them, not allowing the other even a moment to breathe. Tony was everywhere. Touching him, feeling him, was the only thing that mattered.

He discarded his clothes to the floor incredibly fast, which made me wonder just how long Stark had been without sex. I did the same and Tony guided me to the bedroom, not ceasing the little bites and kisses. I bumped into a corner or piece of furniture a couple of times, but considering I was going backwards, it could have been worse.

Once in the bedroom, I twisted and pulled the man with me, so that I was the one facing the bed. I grinned and pushed him into the mattress before crawling on top of him. I straddled him to keep Stark still and grabbed his wrists with my hands so he could not move them.

I was enjoying this immensely, having the power for once. All that time I had been a prisoner, even if not in a conventional cell, I had been afraid. Not terrified, but I didn't feel complete and utterly safe either. There was always the threat of Odin changing his mind and sentencing me to a lifetime in Asgard's dungeons, or the director of SHIELD, Fury, deciding he would deal with the prisoner, aka me, on his own way.

So even when I started my relationship with Stark, I didn't feel like I could have the power. I had fucked him so I could be safe in the first place. Yes, feelings came afterwards. Requited love, then everything was amazing, the sex was never-ending and life was pink.

Lovely lie.

Even when my punishment ended, I didn't take control in bed. Not with Stark. I did what he wanted me to. But somehow, that changed when I left Stark Tower. These last few times I was more dominant, more me.

I felt a sudden feeling of power and grinned. I gave Stark a wet kiss, his body writhing beneath me, begging to be able to touch. I grinned mischievously against his jaw as I nibbled at his neck. His goatee scratched my lips, but I licked along his neck and jawline until I reached his earlobe. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his body, frantic and insatiable.

Tony made such endearing and delicious noises; they just made me want to eat him whole. I pulled at his earlobe with my teeth before dragging them down his face.

I was still holding his hands above his head, so I made some handcuffs appear to secure him and allow me some more movement. I got up from his belly and traced his chest with a cold finger as I crawled back. I stopped at his thighs and licked my lips in anticipation.

"Ready for a little action, dear Anthony?" I asked, looking at him. His eyes were burning with lust, and his voice came out hoarse.

"You really need to ask?" he answered, smiling slyly.

I answered with a purr and grabbed his hard cock. I passed my tongue along the shaft playfully, and then started teasing the tip, giving it lazy licks.

Stark moaned but didn't close his eyes at first. Then I swallowed his cock to the hilt suddenly and he gasped, arching his back against the restrains.

I looked at him through my eyelashes and smirked. Right then, I had all the power. And I so loved that.

I started bobbing my head up and down, setting a slow rhythm that I knew would drive Tony crazy. It did, and soon he was begging me to go faster.

"Loki, fuck, please go faster."

"As you wish" I replied, and complied.

I sped up the pace and then yes, I could hear Stark moaning loudly. He was closing his hands in fists and opening them again, eager to touch something, anything. He was not used to be in that position.

Just when he was going to cum, I stopped. He whined and cursed and told me to continue, by God's sake. I could only laugh at his obvious distress.

"Now now, Tony, am I going to let you cum?"

"Fuck. Fuck, Loki, let me finish, fuck" he answered defiantly.

"Such a demanding boy" I commented, but I got back down and used my tongue. In no time he was on the edge again, ready to jump and release. He only needed one little push.

Tony came into my mouth, screaming my name. Before the afterglow faded off, I got up and kissed him, letting him taste himself. I hadn't swallowed or spat, so the cum was still in my mouth. He smiled, pleased, and licked the rest of it off my lips.

I freed him from the handcuffs, and suddenly his hands were all over me, behind my neck to push me to him again, shoulders, lower back, grabbing my ass.

He incorporated as he held me to him. I placed a hand on the mattress for support, but soon I clenched my fist as Tony teased my entrance with a finger, pushing slightly to put it in. The uncomfortable feeling vanished quickly and Stark started moving it in and out, stretching the muscle rim.

He shifted to get the lube and soon a second finger entered, coated in it. I gasped then moaned at the feeling as the fingers moved in and out. It wasn't as cold as me but still it was colder than Tony, creating a delicious contrast between the body pressed against mine and the fingers inside me.

Stark made scissoring movements with the two digits that were inside me before adding a third one. I couldn't help the little gasp that escaped my lips. Tony's free hand got tangled in my hair as he pulled me to a long heated kiss.

He pulled out his fingers and coated his cock in lube. I got up and rested my hands behind his neck for support, as he placed the tip of his hardness on my ass, pushing gently. Then, suddenly, he slammed his hips against me, pushing his cock balls deep in me. I yelped and bit his shoulder to muffle a cry, drawing blood. He hissed and pulled out before slamming back in.

"Stark" I cried out, but managed to maintain the commanding tone. "Slower."

He grunted but didn't comply, so I placed a hand in his chest and pushed him flat against the bed, stopping him. I rested both hands on his chest then, just over the arc reactor. Rays of blue light illuminated the room, giving his face a mysterious glow. It was a much paler blue than my Jötunn skin, but it was mesmerising all the same.

I bent forward and caressed his face before kissing him slowly. Yes, I felt good. Sex made me feel good. But it didn't feel the same. I didn't have that feeling anymore when seeing his face. The feeling that made me want to be beside him forever, just listening to his voice and inhaling his scent.

Everything's changing.

Has it already changed, though?

I lifted my hips and brought them down, relishing in the sensation. I repeated the process, but Tony was moving his own hips along mine, and this was about me having the control, the power. Not him. I was going to prove him that I could be in charge.

Are you trying to prove it to him, or to yourself?

I shot him a glare he completely missed. "Darling, this is about me moving. You stay there and look pretty."

"But you're having all the fun" he complained.

"You had your opportunity and threw it away" I answered, reprimanding, referring to my previous warning when he was going too fast.

Stark only pouted.

I increased the pace and soon I could feel the orgasm building up. I moaned and he did too. His hands were grasping the sheets tightly, his whole body in tension. He was close to cumming too.

I moved a hand from his chest to pleasure myself but he saw what I was going to do and took my hand, placing it where it was before. Then Stark pumped my cock, giving it some energetic tugs until I was undone.

I came into his hand, scratching his skin with my nails and screaming incoherencies into the air. He soon followed, after thrusting some more into me. I went limp on top of him and he pulled out after some time. His breathing evened as he fell asleep.

Once he was safely asleep, I got up and went to the bathroom nearby to have a quick shower.

Theory confirmed. I don't love Tony Stark anymore.

The thought left a lack of sentiment in me. I didn't feel sad or regretful. I just didn't feel.

I went back into the bedroom and conjured some clothes, as well as the phone Stark had given me so long ago. It had a GPS incorporated, which I discarded.

Sherlock had called twice.

I looked at the sleeping man one last time before disappearing from the mansion.

The preparations for my return were finished.