Saving a Soulmate

Chapter 6

Loki woke up warm and content, something he had not felt since he was an innocent on Asgard hiding his first boyfriend from his parents. He tried to crack open his eyes, closing them just as quickly as the room spun around him. There was a comfortable warm body snuggled up to him, the scent of a male presence. An arm tightened around him; a voice murmuring comforts. Loki could not remember the last time someone had been brave enough to touch him. Long before he had found out his true parentage, he had been shunned as friend and lover by his people for his 'unnatural' for a male magical skill. The lover he had taken, demonised into legend as an ogress and his children cursed into monstrosity.

This had to be a dream, although a most pleasant one unlike the nightmares that usually bested his will. Loki knew eventually he would have to wake and leave these sweet moments of comfort behind him. That did not stop him snuggling deeper into the arms of the male for what little time they might have before the next round of tortures would begin.

He dozed lightly, resting off the alcohol that was still burning brightly in his veins. His mind flickered over fragments of the dream, that mouth so hot, so heavy on his erection. Teasing him to heights of pleasure he had not know possible. Centuries of lack of sexual activity had made the adventure far shorter than he would have preferred. And finalised the event long before they had actually got around to full on sex. However, the foreplay had been most pleasant for both. The man next to him moved, rocking the bed slightly. Loki clung to him, "No, this is a good dream." He muttered to himself.

Tony laughed, "A good dream? Hate to tell you princess, but last night was no dream."

Loki forced his eyes open, "By the Norn's."

"Did you just refer to me as a God? Hey Jarvis, a God just referred to me as another God." Tony crowed.

"Perhaps I could order you both breakfast and you could discuss your 'Godhood's' over bagels?" Jarvis snarked.

"Yes, order food, and more booze lots more booze." Tony ordered, sitting on the bed to kiss a terrified looking Loki on the cheek.

"What have I done." Loki mumbled as he realised, he was not in his Asgardian skin. Willing the blue to fade back to a more 'human' colour.

"Aww, but I liked the blue."

"How can you? How can you enjoy being around something as disgusting as me!" Loki demanded, "How could you …. Lay with me."

"Well, there wasn't a lot of 'laying', but there was a lot of fun. Perhaps, we could try again once you have been fed?"

"Don't joke about such things." Loki hissed, "Not my monstrous image."

Tony sighed, pulling Loki into a soft kiss, "Do I really have to chip back down all your insecurities again? Is this some form of foreplay to get me to kneel?"

"How can you like me like his?" Loki asked, his eyes full of barely unshed tears.

"Because you are beautiful." Tony kissed him again, "And I would very much like to wake up to find you in my bed every morning." Loki's only response was to burst into tears, Tony pulled his lover close, rocking him like his mother used to when he had nightmares. Before she had been killed and his life had seemed so simple. "Hey, its ok, you are just a little drunk still. We all had a good crying session when we drank too much. It's okay blue."

"My name is not blue." Loki said into Tony's chest.

"Okay reindeer games, whatever floats your boat."

Loki kissed him, pulling down the human's boxer shorts to get to the prize within.

"Oh no, you don't get to play not like this. Not while you are upset, I am not a rapist. I will never do anything I think you will regret in the morning, or afternoon in this case. There is plenty of time for sex when your head is on better."

Loki looked at him confused, "Is there another way I can wear my head?"

Tony chuckled, "When you are feeling better, it's a human term. For now, shower, breakfast and however much whisky you need to keep the voices at bay. And cuddles, a million cuddles. I the Lord of Iron command it!"

Loki smiled at his new, dare he say friend?

"That's better." Tony said, wiping away Loki's tears. "Now, there's a bathroom down the hall, plenty of fresh towels. I am assuming you know how to draw a bath even if you can't use the shower?"

"Perhaps my minion should do it for me, Stark? Just to be doubly sure. You don't want another accident like when Thor blew up the toaster."

Tony's jaw dropped, "How do you even know about that!"

"I have my ways." He didn't add that he had been watching them for near on a year on his master's orders to learn all that he could before launching the attack.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Go bathe, Jarvis can help you if you can't work out the dials. I am going to shower in a totally different bathroom that no one is to tell you where is. And then I am going to set out our breakfast somewhere the team won't find us." He stole one last kiss before heading out the room.

"Jarvis, where is this bathing chamber I am to use?" Loki asked.

"Down the hall, third door on the right."

"Thank you, machine."

"I have a name."

"Thank you, Jarvis." He could almost hear the machine huff at him. "You are much like your father."