Chapter Five

Stark stared off into the distance, trying to pretend his hand wasn't shaking as he polished off his glass of whisky. "And that's how I ended up with this thing in my chest and found out the only father figure I had was a monster who wanted me dead so he could steal my company."

Loki reached over to refill the humans' glass, he seemed deep in thought. "I could murder him for you, if you like?"

Tony laughed bitterly, "As kind as that offer is, he is already dead." He paused to take in the earnest face of his new… friend? "Thank you though."

"May I?" Loki asked, reaching his long bony fingers towards the light in his chest.

Maybe the heavy drinking was getting to Tony, or the exhaustion, but he found himself stripping his shirt as commanded. Sitting this faintly shivering, and not from the cold as the Gods fingers slowly explored. Jesus, that felt good, He could already feel a stirring somewhere down low that should not be happening with a man who had tried to kill him mere hours ago.

Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Loki pulled his hand back. "Primitive." He murmured.

"Excuse you, that is ground-breaking technology. One of a kind, Stark Industries, created in a frigging cave!"

Loki sighed, "Primitive by my standards, however by yours it is most interesting. You have learned to harness magic. Something few Midgardians manage."

"Magic?" he asked.

"Yes, magic Stark, you need not mindlessly repeat everything I say." Loki snapped, "However, I may be able to find you a better alternative in time. If I can keep my mind clear of that creature."

"In time, if you could, I would give you anything I possess. Even my tower, but not my suits." Tony offered, "Your turn, I poured my heart out, literally." He tapped the arc to prove his point.

Loki hissed in anger, at the idea of having to share the things he hated to even think about. "Why would you want to know the story of a monster?" he demanded.

Stark shrugged, "Maybe I am hoping that you will run your hands over my chest again."

Loki chuckled, letting his fingers explore the arc reactor once again. Tracing marks that no one had ever been brave enough to explore. "Do you find this alluring, human?"

Tony groaned, "Keep that up reindeer games, and this will be a very short conversation followed by a much longer time in my bed."

Loki let his fingers fall back to his lap, "Do you truly want to know my past?"

Tony forced his eyes open, trying to pull his mind from the rising desire. "We made a deal Loki, so, whatever you need to say. I am here."

Loki took another long drink from the nearest bottle, "Do you know I am not Loki of Asgard? That my true parentage was hidden from me until my mortonic brother found himself courting that mortal woman."

Tony sat up, intrigued, "He did say that you were adopted, however I guess I assumed you were still of his race. Are you an elf? Do you have pointed ears? Or pointed somewhere else?" His eyes glanced down to see if he could see anything bulging to give him a clue."

"I am a frost giant." Loki sighed, in a way that felt like he was dropping a mountain of weight off his shoulders.

"Ok, and?" Tony asked.

Loki shook his head, "Too many eons have passed for your kind to remember what that race was."

"Jarvis, what are frost giants?"

"Jarvis, no." Loki interrupted, "I prefer to tell this story myself." He took a breath trying to compose himself, "The frost giants and the Asgardian's are mortal enemies. Frost giants are the monsters we scare our children into behaving, or we will give them over to the dark race. They are tall, 60, 100, 200 feet or more. Depending on what role they have in the society. Odin went to war with them long before my time, finding a babe abandioned in a place of worship. Cold, exposed, left to die in the wintery wastelands."

"You?" Stark asked.

Loki nodded, breathing heavily, "I was raised as if I was of Asgard, as if I were the second born son. I knew nothing. Even this skin I wear is nothing but magic and lies. I heard the stories, the tales. My nursemaid told me of the monsters I had to keep away from. The terrible frost giants who destroy everything in their path."

"When did you find out?"

"I tricked Thor into going to their realm, Joganhiem. I wanted to prove to father that he was too impulsive, too pig-headed to rule. Instead, I found out a dark truth about myself while I was there. I hadn't met a frost giant since I was a child, sitting at my father's side during the peace treaty negotiations. He taught me to never touch a frost giant, it burns the skin. They are fuelled with an ice we can not touch. Until I accidently let one touch me in battle. My shield brother, he was burned badly, but not me. My skin was unharmed, the glamour on it retreating to show my true nature."

"Wait, so Odin stole you as a baby, and taught you to hate yourself and your kin? What a racist piece of shit!" Tony exploded, "He had every chance to raise you right. Teach you about your kind, and leave the race bullshit behind, but no. He chose to raise you thinking ng you were a monster. Jesus, Loki. No wonder you lost your mind! Odin really fights Howard for worse father of the year!"

Loki stared at hm, "You don't blame me for what I did?"

"How can I?" Stark asked, "You were fucked up by your father and then controlled by the glowing stick of destiny."

Loki tried to take that in, "Perhaps the rest of my tale will change your mind."

"I don't think so, but please continue."

"How could it not? I helped the frost giants attack my home, so I could kill my birth father, their king. I ended up getting my own mother badly hurt, I do not even know if she is yet living. I begged for my father's attention. His approval finally. To say that I was enough with my knives and my magic instead of being a warrior! All he could say was, 'No Loki'! After all I had done! Just, No. Not even an apology for what he had done to me! That's why I fell, I let myself fall, I wanted to die. There was no point anymore. My father would never love me, I would never matter to him. I could never matter to him; I am a monster. But I couldn't even die properly. The Other found me, and he tortured me and." Loki broke off crying, as he allowed his skin to turn to the blue of his birth.

Tony reached out gently towards Loki's arm, "Will you burn me?" he asked.

Loki shook his head, "No, my mage prevents it."

Tony touched the back of Loki's hand to reassure himself. "Does it hurt you to be touched like this?"

"No, if anything my true self allows me to feel it more."

"So, blue skin Loki is sensitive to touch?" Tony asked, as he traced on the of tribal patterns on Loki's arm.

"Stark, I would not do such things if I were you." Loki hissed.

"Want to kill me papa smurf?" he asked, tracing further. Running his fingers up and down the sensitive inner arm.

"Far from it."

"Why, Loki, my lord and master. Would you like me to kneel for you?" Tony asked jokingly.

Something flashed in Loki's eyes, a hunger and next thing Tony knew. He was pinned against the sofa as Loki kissed him. At that exact second, Stark knew, he would kneel for Loki and he would continue to for as long as Loki wanted him. He reached his hand down to kneed Loki through his trousers. The moan that followed was inhuman. How long had it been since someone touched the God? In any form.

"Stark, I am warning you. You desist now unless you want to follow this through until its conclusion."

"I never liked warnings." Tony said, sinking to his knees to take Loki I his mouth through the thin fabric.

Loki let out a stream of words he could not understand the meaning of, but he got the gist. As both their clothes melted off. "Stark!" he warned.

"Maybe I should give you a reason to be silent." Tony joked, as he sucked the Gods deep blue length in earnest.

"That is the last thing that will make me be silent!"

"Then enjoy it."