Acceptance
(Thor)
It dies another day in Asgard, where Thor remains as his mother asked of him.
To make a little time with her, and offer company she rarely has of him, now he's occupied with protecting Asgard and Midgard, both.
Yet, there's another darker reason for remaining in the Golden Realm. The words of Heimdall eat at his insides. What are the Norns weaving, that they would ask of the Gate Keepers silence? The prince feels he can gleam better understanding if he stays and waits a little longer. As has happened in the past, maybe now too, Heimdall would speak when he feels the time is right.
Then, in the morning of the second day, when knowing he cannot abandon his Midgardian friends for much longer, he's preparing to part in return to Earth, one einherjar comes fast in his search.
"Prince Thor," he calls "Heimdall wishes to have words. It's a matter of great importance."
At this, Thor knows the time for waiting is ended.
"You have done good, einherjar. I will depart now. Return to your post."
The warrior salutes and leaves as he is told.
The prince hurriedly goes to the place the Bifrost is born, where Heimdall's always watching.
Today, the golden eyed one gripes his spear harder than usual, and when Thor approaches, his gaze is grim, lost into distant worlds he can only guess.
"Heimdall, you wished to see me?" He asks, aware of a stab of dread in his very guts.
"The Norn's have gifted permission for we to have words." Heimdall's gaze leaves the void, and presses into Thor's own. Eternity and horrid wisdom breathe in those deeps. A heavy burden to bear, but The prince of Asgard doesn't falter.
"What are those words you wouldn't speak before?" he asks with appropriate respect.
The gatekeeper points his spear's long blade, to the distant branches of the Yggdrasil. There's a reddish spark, barely distinguishable into the farthest corner of those branches. An oddity that shouldn't be.
"That you see, it's a breach in the fabric of the void; a gate forcibly opened. Long ago, your grandfather guarded a key in Midgard, that should be forever unused. A gate to the eternal prison of a Titan older than many God's. A poisonous entity of darkness, that thrives in fear and horror."
Thor looks at the spark and his eyes harden.
"Why leave such a dangerous keepsake in Midgard? Why not keep it safe in Asgard?"
"Because it was peaceful." Heimdall intones. "This one doesn't feed of fear like many demons might. He IS fear, and as such, can't be killed, only imprisoned where his power source is weakest. None other realm has been as fortunate, as to avoid a true terrible world-wide war. Yet in the long ages he's remained imprisoned, longer than you can remember, he's harvested enough. And the wave of fear brought by the Chitauri invasion, has strengthened him much."
Thor's hand closes reflexively around Mjolnir, strapped at his waist.
Still, this doesn't explain the Gatekeepers reluctance to aid in search of a friend.
"What has this creature to do with Bruce Banner?" he asks, the gnawing feeling of dread eating at his insides now.
Heimdall chooses not to answer his question, instead says this:
"The Titan has broken free. And if not stopped, he will destroy Midgard."
"Then you should have spoken to me when I asked." Thor bites his rage between his teeth, it wouldn't do good to speak ill words about the Norn's, let's they decide to tangle his thread.
"I could not. You would have stubbornly searched for a better, nonexistent, way. And in this, condemned Midgard."
"What do you speak now, Heimdall?" Sometimes the Guardian speaks in riddles he can't untangle. Dread, sneaky dread, makes itself feel.
"Your friend, Bruce Banner, hided inside the only one that can best this Titan. But for him to let the other out, some great pain needed to be taken." He speaks sure words, but Thor sees sorrow hidden in then. Yet, no regret.
"Hulk? Our green friend would have come to aid without such pain as Bruce must have suffered at Ross hands." He cannot understand.
"No, not the green one. The Yellow one"
Thor frowns.
"There's a dark side to your Midgardian friend, no one had been privy to. This one is much stronger than the one you call Hulk, much more resilient, and most important than all else, he cannot fear."
Thor wishes to ask, however Heimdall silences him with a gesture.
"Do not presume to know more than the Norn's. I called you, for there's something of great importance you still must do, to save the realm you promised to protect" Now Thor can see sadness as well as sorrow into those, otherwise, unfathomable irises.
"The all father won't depart from valuable warriors to aid you in this. Not now we are so weakened by restoring peace in the nine realms. So it must be the Yellow one. Listen carefully young Prince…"
And the dread inside of Thor, finally flourished into aching pain.
oOo
(Devil Hulk/Tony)
"Please, oh please." Tony moaned, wanted, needed. "More!"
Yellow groaned, falling into hand and knees. Keeping the engineer tucked below him, into his enormous shadow, like a dragon a hoard of gold.
Possessiveness twisted his insides with greedy red hands.
It demanded more; more of that quivering flesh, of those deep sounds of savage pleasure, more than one little finger could give.
He freed his digit from strong thighs, and took pleasure in the rasp of blunt nails against his scales, as desperate need and poor acceptance of the loss, tore a choked plea-curse of want from Tony.
The engineer arched in a display of gleaming flesh, that enchanted slit evil pupils with the slide of sweat down tanned planes of shivering skin.
The fire of lust and desire already burning the creature, flared higher and hotter, becoming a conflagration; a starving need he couldn't, not didn't want, to control.
Suddenly, Tony cried out in pleasure;
"OH FUCK!" when sharp, terrible hook-like teeth rasped his thighs playfully.
"Needy, aren't we?" Yellow smiled a wolfish, somehow crooked grin. And it was so much like Bruce's smiles in the dark of night and the warm of their bed…
The memories, suddenly awakened, ignited a different kind of desire in Tony. One that tamed the flames of his lust, but no less greedy for it.
And when he lifted his gaze to look at the behemoth with too warm brown eyes, Yellow found his gaze was not as cloudy as he had thought it to be, yet, the fire inside burned much hotter.
Trapped for but a second in it's deep auburn recesses, Yellow stood motionless, as Tony offered his own smile back; a curious thing, sweet and sharp. A hundred silent words keep between white teeth.
Then, Tony got up, seating when he had been laying on his back, and extended his hands to touch his face, now so near him. The feeling of little palms and smaller digits carding through his scales and the bone ridges around his eyes, made him shudder in pleasure and confusion.
The little respire gained Tony some breath to speak words he had felt shearing inside for a little time now.
"I'm needy, yea." He said, softly pressing the side of his face into warm golden armour. Cheek against cheek. "I missed you."
Oh, that hurt. Those words like bitter needles, tearing at something soft inside himself. Yellow hissed at the reminder this precious tanned flesh wasn't his, not the warm gaze of those auburn irises.
His fingers dug into dark soil, so his claws couldn't draw blood...
"You didn't miss me, Stark." He threw back with poisonous mirthless tone. Wished to hurt as he has been, wished that gleaming creature torn. Yet, he couldn't make himself hurt him with nothing worse than words. "The one you miss is gone. I have buried him so far below the surface, he won't come back, ever."
He felt Tony's warm breath leave the patch of flesh it had been caressing. The loss another meagre wound to add to the one already taken.
However it was to look into his eyes, that Tony moved away, and even so, his hands remain on his face, callous, yet, so caring.
A frown took the genius face; a hurt thing, a worried thing.
"You aren't very bright? Are you?" he said. The behemoth would have been offended but for the sadness hidden into the words. As it was, they pushed a rare, unnatural blade, between his ribs. "You think I would love Bruce, and somehow hate you? That would be very hypocritical of me." Matter of factly, apparently serious, he spoke into his face. "What if you are the worst of him?" Yet, his caressing hands became rigid and forceful. If Yellow had been human such treatment would have put deep purplish marks on his skin, but since he was not, they became a headier place of contact.
"You are the stupid one Stark."-he hissed without strength left. "You lie to yourself. No one want's a monster. Not even you."
Suddenly, Iron man bared his teeth into a snarl. "You know nothing idiot! Get it into that damn thick skull; I want YOU, all of you. Your worst as much as your best. Got it?!" As fast as he had become violent, his mood twisted yet again, and latched his mouth into the warm scales around the draconic mouth in a savage kiss of tongue and teeth. Muttering hotly into yellow flesh; "I'm a greedy man, I don't want what little scraps you decide to give. I want it all. All of you." He growled.
O…
Yellow felt himself shatter beneath a storm of feelings. Sun bright wonder, and terrible devouring possessiveness, crashing like tectonic plates against a terrifying warm feeling he couldn't name. The shock rocked his bones with titanic arms, before letting him fall into impossible heartwarming orgarm.
Those words, he had never even let himself hope to hear, reshaped his world in a second.
I want it all. All of you. Your worst as much as your best!
A roar tore from the very core of his being, a tortured triumphant sound that resonates on the forest, and made birds flee in fright.
Tony fell to the floor with the force of the sound, ears ringing and heart thundering.
But when it ended and before he opened his eyes, in the silence that fell, he heard warm, bit by bit, calming breath, near him.
"...Tony…" A weary voice muttered in a pant.
Could it…?
"...Bruce?" He blinked at the bright sun and swaying pine trees.
Suddenly, warm big (good big, no enormous big), hands, framed his face. And Bruce's tired kind eyes, came into view.
"You are crazy." He said, and before Tony could find a proper response, he was being kissed.
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