In the beginning, I tried to warn you
You play with fire, its gonna burn you
And here we are now, in the same situation,
You never listen, I never listen
Now I am thinking of a way that I can make an escape
It's got me caught up in a web and my hearts the prey
Do you really wanna throw your heart away, away, away?
-Good Charlotte "Victims of Love"
Tony woke to the sound of his phone ringing its usual high-pitched ringtone. The usual thoughts of why don't I just change it and why must I always be my own downfall swirl through his head as he reached for it, only to find it snatched out of his grip by long, pale digits and hurled across the room, shattering upon impact with the wall. Right, there was a prissy god that he had conveniently decided to put to bed and go to bed with last night.
"Go to hell you abhorrent contraption," Loki muttered before turning over and burying himself deeper into the covers and pulling them tight up past his shoulders. Tony groaned in agreement before rolling back to spoon against the god, throwing an arm around the slender waist. The smells of leather, mint, and books reached his nose and drew a sigh from the very groggy inventor. Everything would be fine because he would sleep through the day then get up and do some work and…that was so not his hand. Loki seemed to have noticed this as well for a slow smirk spread across his face as he turned to face the inventor, leaving their lips mere centimeters apart.
"Well good morning to you Mr. Stark." Loki purred, smirk spreading lazily further as he watched the man's Adam apple bob in discomfort. He watched as the other's pupils dilated and breathing become slightly more erratic and took the cue to gently slide a leg in between the two of the inventors. The gentle pressure tore a moan from Tony making it clear in his mind that he was once again about to bed a god. Moving to roll them over, he found that the lithe, pale hands shoved him roughly back down and pinned his wrists to the headboard with a solid strength he had yet to program into his brain that the other man possessed.
"Not this time." Loki licked a tongue lazily down the taunt and straining muscles of Tony's neck, nipping gently before biting down hard on the clavicle. The buck that Tony responded with was almost enough to dislodge him had he been a normal human being. The only thing was; he was ready today to make sure the mortal remembered that he was a god.
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Tony was in a dream, only once again, there were no blonde busty hookers and an abundance of alcohol and he was surprising sober. But damn that was amazing enough that he had to make sure he wasn't in a dream. So he did what normal humans would do and winced.
"What in your rightful find possessed you to just pinch yourself Stark?" Loki snorted in amusement as he stepped out from the shower, black towel wrapped around his waist as water dripped from his hair, making its way down his toned chest, stomach, and Tony smirked as he remembered what was further down there. His backside sure did. Loki noticed the gawking and smirked before sauntering over to his cabinets, taking his time to get dressed, flipping his hair back before climbing back to the exhausted and sated human. Strong arms wrapped around him as he was pulled into the solid chest, skirting to the left a little to make sure he didn't hit his head against the arc reactor upon descent. They just stayed there, breathing, staring through the closed curtains to the fully blaring sun seeing as how they decided to stay in till 2 in the afternoon.
"I'm starving." Tony muttered, running his fingers absent-mindedly through the dark, wet locks.
"If you suggest that shawarma thing again I will not hesitate to toss you out the nearest window." Loki chuckled, ignoring the fact that he said that statement with a slurred voice because damn it, he was comfortable and nodding off again.
"I was going to say we could call in. I'm feeling pizza." Tony laughed when he saw the god crinkle his nose in distaste. "Hey don't dump it till you try it."
"I'd rather like to avoid eating something that you use as "hangover food" when it comes to choosing what is to be my sustenance." Loki snorted. Tony gave him the hurt puppy dog look he was learning from Steve, earning him a halfhearted punch in the upper arm.
"Come on though, pizza is one of man's best creations."
"As you wish Stark."
"Well…," Tony held up the shattered pieces of his phone sheepishly from the ground where they had landed after Loki's angry pitch. This guy should play professional baseball, football would work too considering he could flip all the guys over with one hand being a God and all. "You'd have to fix my phone."
Loki huffed and snapped his fingers, returning the infernal contraption back to its original state earning a shocked gasp from the inventor as he turned his newly fixed machine over and over again in his hands.
Half and hour later, Tony was showered, and Loki was sitting across from him eyeing a greasy piece of pepperoni pizza as if it was going to come alive and eat off his hand.
"Will you just take a bite?" the inventor huffed through a mouthful of his, rolling his eyes at the death glare aimed in his direction.
Loki hesitantly brought the piece to this mouth and took a small nip, rolling it on his tongue before finally swallowing.
"It is not as bad as it looks Stark."
Tony snorted and went for another piece as Loki slowly chewed his way through his first. Silence ensued as they both munched until Loki finally resigned.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I presented myself in such a pitiful state the night of last?"
Tony shrugged, still munching on the pizza before stating, "I was just thinking that you had a bad night out but well, if you feel like sharing with the rest of the class, I'll listen."
Loki glowered and shut his mouth against another slice of the food called pizza, which not only was not as bad as it looked, but also seemed to become quite an addiction.
"I went back to see some old acquaintances and they did not take kindly to my presence."
Tony gave him a lazy "and you are surprised by that how Mr. Kneel Bitch Kneel" look that had Loki snarling into the man of iron's face in seconds.
"Do not test me mortal." Loki's green eyes narrowed, pinning the zoned out brown with a scorching glare. Tony simply shrugged and reached for the last piece of pizza, leaning his stubble into his hand before pinning the God down with a gaze of his own.
"You still haven't told me why I found you on the floor, bleeding, passing out, and looking worse than me after I decided to go on a nonstop alcoholic binge for months at a time."
Loki paused before taking another bite of the so-called pizza, ignoring the mortal and choosing instead to stare at the wall. An irritated huff from Stark meant that the man understood he was not going to get any answers without the threat of having his tongue pulled out then shoved down his own throat. Silence hung over the atmosphere until a loud buzz followed by the screeching sound of an angry Pepper snapped Tony back into reality. He looked over at the God who was watching with those mesmerizing pools of green that seemed to ask him to stay while trying to fight the instinct to throw the man out the door.
"I have to," Tony began.
"Go," Loki replied with barely a breath of a whisper.
"Yeah." Tony blinked, squirming a little as a new sensation pitted and twisted in his stomach. He stood, grabbing his briefcase and made a quick dash for the door before whirling around nearly causing a semi caught off god guard to fall flat onto his bottom from his seat.
"Do you want to grab dinner sometime in I dunno really but I'd estimate it to be around say this evening?" Tony blurted out in one jumbled mass while gesturing grandly with his suitcase, barely missing a vase perched on the nightstand beside him.
Loki blinked, his deep jade eyes going to the size of saucers before snapping his slack jaw shut with an audible click, responding with a high pitched keen that was neither yes or no. Still the brown eyes of the billionaire playboy bore into his waiting, and as always, impatiently expecting an answer.
"So, before you kicked a dog somewhere around here, is that a yes or a no?" Tony huffed, indignantly crossed his eyes and peering down over the edge of his shades.
"Tell me that an insanity disease just crawled up your britches and is currently nibbling through you bottom for you to have asked me such a ridiculous question and then expect and immediate answer." Loki snapped. The god was beginning to understand the man's feelings of needing a drink in hand constantly.
"I caught all of half of that and no, there is no bug biting my delectable ass because your teeth have already claimed it," Tony snorted, snickering slightly when the god's cheeks turned a pale shake of pink, "and I am still waiting for a simple Y-E-S or N-O Lokidy-dokidy Reindeer games."
"What…did you just…CALL ME?!" Loki roared, scepter appearing in hand and already charging to hit with a full blast as Tony vanished out the door. The blast tore through the door and well into the sky before the oh-ho-so cocky billionaire dared to peek back into the room at the fuming god.
"I'll pick you up at say 8pm?" metal iron already beginning to form around the rest of his body and repulsors firing up ready to take off into the sky.
"STARK!"
But the god of mischief had no choice but to scream into the sky as the face plate on the suit snapped shut and Iron Man took off into the chilled blue sky of Manhattan.
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Arriving at Stark Tower, Tony was expecting many things. Pepper should have been there to throw work on him. Clint could possibly be up to no good and be aiming arrows for target practice past the balcony. The better one would have been Natasha lounging by the pool in a bikini while Captain tightwad blushed like a tomato passing by to go into the gym. Hell, even Fury screaming at the top of his lungs at him about another virus would have been more welcomed to the greeting he got. Well more of, this one hit him dead in the chest quite literally.
"MAN OF IRON!"
And enter the other crazy strong and invincible demigod brother to the other crazy god of earth's residence, the one, the only, Thor Odinson. A girlish shriek alerted him that Thor had in fact beaten Pepper to the punch and as he moved to get up, the found himself being slammed down by the hammer of the oh so smash happy hammer god and pinned there by that damn immoveable force that is no one can pick this damn hammer up except for Thor.
"Good to see you too Point Break." Tony wheezed as he felt the metal lurch and pin his chest down further as he tried in vain to rise.
"I smell my brother on you, his magic is running all over your skin. I have been curious as to just what you meant to him after the incident in the downward direction of this town but now…YOU BED MY BROTHER STARK?!"
A collective gasp rose from the apparently just now gathered peanut gallery as Tony flipped his faceplate open to meet the wide eyes and covered mouth of Pepper's, the impassive by scowling face of Natasha, the blank shock of Clint, then finally the furious red of Captain America. Good thing Bruce was not in the tower otherwise he would never like green as a color ever again.
"Tony…is it true?" Pepper whispered?
"Which part?" Tony wheezed, only to gasp as Thor leaned the hammer further into the man's chest with a growl.
"Do not play games with us Man of Iron. Do you or do you not have the experience of bedding my brother?"
"Oh that part." Tony looked nervously around the gang again before sighing and moving his arms into a gesture of defeat. "I guess that would be um…yes, and for your information, not only have I bedded him but he has in fact also bedded me if you get the drift, and two we are going for dinner tonight at 8."
The silence that hung in the air was stifling enough to asphyxiate a herd of stampeding elephants. Surprising, it was Natasha who broke the silence, her voice cutting through the thick cover like the sharpness of one of Loki's daggers through the air.
"So you are fucking Loki." She deadpanned leaving Tony to blink because he could count on one finger using the increments to count how many times he's heard the Russian swear so openly.
"Um…yeah I guess you could say that."
She paused for a minute before turning around and heading back inside before throwing over her shoulder, "You must be pretty good to tire him out enough to not attack the city for months at a time."
Being a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, you should expect everything except Tony didn't know whether he was going to wet himself or just fall out a window without a suit on. Clint nodded before running after the other mast assassin and Pepper was quick to follow suit.
"So…you two, you know…fondue?" Steve whispered.
"If you mean fuck like horny teenagers and hump like rabbits in heat with fondue then yes," Tony coughed as Thor tore the hammer for his chest only to drop it down and replace it with his large hands.
"If you hurt him, if you so much as breath wrongly in his prescience, no that you will experience no greater pain than that of which I will deal to you personally." Thor left with a whirling of his cape.
"Fondue…," Captain whispered before giving Tony a hand up and leaving himself.
Tony was left there, standing dumbfounded as Jarvis removed his suit wondering and hoping that Fury wasn't to be expected as well.
This was before he looked at the clock.
"CRAP! IT'S ALREADY 5:30pm!"
Pepper was a godsend even when she was in a half shocked state resulting quite a few paper cuts at his expense when the sheets were torn to quickly and jerkily out of his hands. Just two and a half more hours to go before the real carnival begins.