The robot was finally vanquished, thanks to a well-placed lightning bolt courtesy of Thor, and the Avengers were now cleaning up the pieces. Thor landed on the ground and approached Captain America,
"Where is Iron Man? He has not been injured, has he?" He asked in honest concern.
"No. He left early; to go check up on Loki." Steve answered with obvious annoyance. Thor's expression changed completely to that of contained rage,
"He is home, alone, with my Brother?" He pronounced every word deliberately and put heavy emphasis on the word "my". The others looked up in surprise,
"Yeah…he just wanted to make sure he was ok." Clint defended, but whether Thor heard this or not, no one knew, because a split second later Thor was gone and flying back to the mansion.
Thor gracefully landed on the roof of their mansion and made his way quickly down the stairs. He stopped in the hallway to the living room and looked at Loki and Tony, both were asleep. Loki was still curled on the couch, but now Tony was sitting on the floor with his head next to Loki's and his hand tangled in Loki's hair. No one saw the look of raw hate that Thor was giving Tony, nor did anyone hear as Thor entered his room and threw Mjölnir through a wall.
The Avengers were chatting loudly with Nightcrawler and Wolverine as they came home. They all stepped into the grand living room and slowly fell silent as they gazed at Loki and Tony. Steve's face was twisted between something of horror and confusion. He stepped over to the couch and reached out to shake Tony's shoulder, but Loki suddenly stirred. He stretched out like a cat and slowly sat up, blinking sleep from his emerald eyes, then looked at Steve and smiled. Steve was momentarily awe-struck by just how gorgeous Loki was waking up. He cleared his throat as a blush crept into his cheeks. Loki glanced at Tony and frowned.
"What is he doing there?" He asked. Steve straightened up,
"Um...well, he was really concerned about leaving you home alone. So, he came back to check on you…" Steve explained nervously. Loki easily reached out and slapped Tony's cheek. Tony jumped up snorting, and dragged the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away drool that had collected there. He first smiled at Loki, then glanced at Steve,
"Oh. You're back." His voice was still heavy was sleep.
"Yeah.", was all Steve said as everyone began to settle in the room. A comfortable noise buzzed as everyone chatted amongst each other or played videogames.
"Where's Thor?" Loki asked out loud, as he noted that his Brother was the only one absent. Everyone paused mid-speech to glance around,
"He should be home." Steve answered, "He left us not long after Tony did."
"And he seemed pretty mad about Tony being home alone with you." Clint added. Loki got off the couch and headed up the stairs. Tony looked frightened all of the sudden,
"Was he really mad?" he whispered while glancing between Steve and Clint. Loki stood outside Thor's room and gently rapt his knuckles on the door. There was no answer, so he knocked a little loud, but still got no response. He didn't hesitate to just turn the knob and step inside, closing the door silently behind him. The first thing that got his attention was Mjölnir imbedded in the far wall, and from the impact point a long crack stretched across the wall and through the window frame, glass was all over the floor. Loki sighed then looked to the bed; and there Thor was lying, still dressed in all his armor, staring blankly at the ceiling. Loki wasn't sure how to approach this situation,
"What has upset so?" he asked in the sweetest voice he could muster without sounding nervous. Thor didn't answer he just put his arm out to Loki as if beckoning him near. Loki understood, so he crawled over the mounds of fur blankets to rest at Thor's side. Thor gripped him in a fierce hug and they stayed that way for a few minutes. Loki tried to get Thor to speak again,
"Tell what is wrong." He urged. Thor gave a heavy sigh,
"I have only just gotten you returned to my life, and now I feel that someone is trying to take you away again." He mumbled, he sounded absolutely pitiful. Loki chuckled,
"Who? Who could be taking me away?" he was making Thor look him in the eyes. Thor made a pout,
"Tony…"he whined. Loki's eyes widen,
"What? Tony? What are you talking about?"
"Can you not see how he fancies you?" Thor was looking at him with a sort of desperation, like he was trying to urge Loki to understand. Loki laughed out loud,
"Don't be ridiculous! Tony Stark does not fancy me. He flirts with anything that has a pretty face and a nice ass." Loki continued to laugh. Thor shook his head,
"He looks at you differently…"he whispered. Loki stopped laughing; this topic was putting Thor in obvious distress.
"Thor, regardless of how someone may feel about me they will never take me from you, nor replace you in my life. You hold a special part of my heart that can only belong to you." Loki gave him a big smile. The look off longing that Loki now saw in those big, blue eyes was so strong that it made the physical closeness between them very uncomfortable. But Thor just crushed Loki in another hug,
"Thank you. You don't know how happy that makes me." Thor spoke in a passionate whisper, and something told Loki that Thor had interpreted his words in a completely different way than they were meant. Loki patted Thor's chest,
"Of course, Brother. You know I love you." Loki put careful emphasis on "Brother", hoping to get the point across. Thor chuckled softly and kissed Loki's forehead. Loki wondered how long they could lie in bed like this before it became unacceptable, but Thor didn't seem to be in a rush to move. Loki gently cleared his throat,
"I think I shall let Tony know about your wall, so that he may have someone fix it. Ok?" He was slowly pulling away from Thor. Thor just nodded,
"Alright."
Loki left the room before Thor could change his mind. A strange feeling washed over him as he headed down the stairs, he couldn't exactly place what it was, but he was sure he'd never felt it before. Maybe it was a human emotion? He would ask Tony. He saw that Tony wasn't in the living room so Loki didn't even slow his pace as he turned the corner and went down to the workshop. He stopped at the door,
"Jarvis? Might I come in?" He asked the wall panel.
"Of course, Master Loki. Mr. Stark has given you permission to access all parts of his home." Jarvis responded like they were talking about the weather. Loki's eyebrows went up at his comment,
"He has? Why would he do that? And why did you call me Master?" He inquired.
"I do what I am programmed to do, Master Loki. But one could imagine that Tony holds you in high esteem." Was Jarvis' condescending reply. Loki snorted at the snobby computer,
"Yes, well…he should." With that Loki pushed the door open and went to stand in front of Tony's workbench, he just watched as Tony was putting some piece of machine together,
"You think you could hand me that?" Tony spoke with a very annoyed tone while pointing at some tool. Loki was startled; both by Tony's tone of voice and that Tony had even known he was there. Loki went to reach for the tool when it was picked up by some silly looking robot. The robot dropped the instrument in Tony's waiting hand,
"Took ya long enough." Tony mumbled. Loki almost laughed out loud; Tony had no idea he was standing there. Oh this would be fun, Loki thought, and he slowly, very softly, made his way to stand behind Tony. He put his hands at both sides of Tony's waist, then simultaneously poked Tony's sides while whispering,
"Boo!", in his ear. Tony squealed like a little girl and jumped so high out of his chair Loki thought he might hit the ceiling, then he went toppling to the floor. Loki was cackling like a maniac. Tony was looking at him in shocked horror but his face quickly changed to anger,
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Tony hollered as he got up off the floor, "God dammit Loki!" Loki was still laughing, there were even tears in his eyes he was laughing so hard, "Shit man. I think I momentarily died!" Tony started laughing, he couldn't help it, there was something about Loki's laugh that was contagious. They enjoyed peals of laughter for a few more minutes before Tony tackled Loki to floor,
"How long were you standing there?" He asked while pinning Loki to the ground. Loki just laid there and shrugged,
"Only a minute or so." Tony was waggling his eyebrows at Loki,
"Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna get you back for that. I'm pretty sure I pissed myself." They both laughed again. Tony put his hands on Loki's lean ribcage and started tickling him. Loki shrieked, and Tony winced,
"Damn! I didn't think you could get that high pitched." He said, but didn't relent as his fingers worked over Loki's waist. Somehow Loki managed to get his foot against Tony's chest and he kicked Tony off. Even without his god-strength Loki had enough power to send Tony into the wall. Loki jumped up,
"OH!" He went to Tony and gently stroked his head, which had smacked into the wall, "Oh Tony. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" He was looking all over Tony, eyes wide, making sure he hadn't damaged him too much. He squeaked in surprise as Tony grabbed his face in both hands and smashed their lips together. It was pretty rough at first, but as Loki relaxed they progressed into tender nibbling then a mess of tongues. When they finally stopped, both their faces were flushed and they were panting. Loki still held a look of confusion and uncertainty in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." Tony whispered, looking Loki right in the eyes, but not looking the least bit actually repentant.
"Why did you do that?" Loki whispered in return. Tony shrugged, and blushed a deeper red,
"I like you." He was still whispering, but now with a goofy grin on his face. Tony thought this whole situation reminded him of the first girl he'd ever kissed when he was just a kid; it was awkward and exciting, and neither party member really knew what to do next. They both were still sitting on the floor, staring off in different directions in silence. After an excruciating couple of minutes Tony scratched the back of his neck and coughed,
"You…uhm…you wanna do it again?" He looked at Loki from under his eyelashes, brow pulled together in hopefulness. Loki just looked at him for a minute then gave Tony a big, mischievous grin,
"Yes." He said in a low husky voice and made a show of biting his bottom lip. Tony swallowed and felt a little weak in the knees; good thing they were still on the floor, he thought. He didn't know how to act around Loki like this, with anyone else it's easy, but something about Loki sent all of Tony's confidence out the window. So he sat there awkwardly until Loki moved to sit in his lap and capture his mouth again. They moved a few times but finally settled with Loki's legs wrapped around Tony's waist while Tony stayed sitting on the floor. Loki played relentlessly in Tony's hair, scratching and pulling every few minutes, but not in a hurtful way. Tony had worked his hands under Loki's shirt to gently glide his fingers over Loki's smooth back and Loki arched into him. Tony slowly moved them to his makeshift bed in the corner, and considering neither of them showed up to dinner, no one knows how long they'd actually stayed there.