Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
So you put me down oh
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on me now
Flew me to places I'd never been
Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble
~"I knew you were trouble" –Taylor Swift
The thoughts that were racing through Loki's head were more or less ranging from borderline nervous and mental breakdown, to downright murderous and sinister. How dare that mortal place him in such a difficult situation? What nerve did someone so puny, so weak, so insignificant have that he would…what was the Midgardian term for it again? Oh right, asking him out. Loki screamed in frustration before slamming his bedroom door another four times before sliding down and pitching the closest thing to his hands, which happened to be a hardcover novel, straight across the room, lodging itself in the cement wall above his nightstand.
"WHY IS THE HARDEST THING RIGHT NOW DECIDING WHAT TO WEAR FOR THE MOST ACURSED OCCASION OF MY BEING?!" The god shrieked to no one in particular as he dive-bombed into his closet after lighting an unfortunate houseplant on fire as he passed. Contrary to popular belief, he did own clothes and was quite the frivolous shopper. If he liked something, he acquired it. Not to mention at the moment, he did not wish to waste magic on creating a general disguise. But at the moment, his usually neat, and color-coordinated closet looked like he let Thor fight a bilgesnipe in it. Emerging with his hair complete tousled and temperament pretty much on the brink of another plot for world domination, Loki roared to the bathroom where he promptly blasted the water on hot and sulked in the bathtub. That was until he glanced at the clock and realized that it was already close to 7pm and he still had no outfit and his apartment was destroyed. Sighing in resignation, he emerged from his now lukewarm bath and calmly selected a few outfits before smirking to himself as another idea beamed its way into his brain.
"I need to stop watching so many movies," the green eyed magician grumbled to himself as he realized his metaphors and manner of speech was taking a slow and steady toll the longer he spent on Midgard.
"But I'm sure not even the movies can come up with this playbook."
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Tony was shaking. To say he was nervous was to call him dumb. It was simply something that he was not and will never be. Then why was his heart pounding out of his chest and sweat greasing the underside of his palms to the point in which he could swear his car keys were going to fall out as well as the flowers that he had picked up for the date. For fuck's sake, he even went out of his way to get flowers. Tony sighed and slicked his hair back before sucking in a massive breath and knocking on the door.
"One moment please," came the slow, sexy drawl that he was used to, grunting when his heart once more decided to have an open competition with his arc reactor, trying to beat the machine out of his thoracic cavity. When the door opened, he saw a very male Loki, dressed prim and proper in a tight pair of suit pants, a silk emerald button down top accompanied by a long black tie, and a jacket synched slightly at the waist to bring out the slimness of his form. It took all of the great Tony Stark's self control not to yank that tie down, drag the former villain back into the apartment and ravish him for all he was worth right then and there. Loki smirked, green eyes glinting with mischief as he read the arousal and nervousness off the man's body language.
"Well, good evening Mr. Stark. Please do come in." Loki's smirk only grew wider when he saw the man's Adam's apple bob with a nervous swallow before entering the apartment completely speechless.
"I uh," but the inventor was cut off when a pair of cool lips crashed themselves onto his, tongue coming out languidly to duel with the other, deepening, swallowing, consuming. Damn, and he was seriously trying to make it to desert. But as soon as it had begun, it ended, leaving them both with a healthy color to their cheeks and panting for breath.
"Got you flowers." Tony squeaked, practically smacking the god in the face with the colorful bouquet. Loki chuckled, accepting the gift, placing it on the counter behind him before sitting up, straightening his clothes and clearing his throat.
"I also have something for you." Loki smirked.
"Oh," Tony raised his eyebrow very skeptically. "Well whatever it is, you might want to make it quick because well, my car is out front and I don't want it destroyed and also, the reservation won't last all night, well maybe it will but still, dinner at 8:30 is a must."
"Don't worry, you will not be disappointed." Loki smirked. Green light shimmered around him, after which, Tony really hoped he was super-duper-extra drunk. Standing before him there were now four Loki's all wearing the same damn seductive outfit with equally sexy grins.
"Um, the reservation was for two." Tony really needed to control his very erratic breathing.
"But I'm sure they can make some exceptions for the very great Anthony Stark." Loki purred as two of the men just so happened to turn into the sexy, long legged brunettes, sauntering their wide hips and ample breasts in the direction of the well known playboy as their clothing morphed to suit this new gender. God those legs go on for miles under that sinfully short, tight, cocktail dress.
"Will there be no room for us Mr. Stark?" the two female clones chorused in union as they pressed themselves along side either one of Tony's shoulders. Loki was having way too much fun watching just what color of red a human's ears could turn.
"I will get on it right now," Tony let out an undignified squeak again and Loki blinked, thinking of only one other time he'd seen someone else run away from his presence that fast without being threatened. That one had involved cross-dressing and a lot of later explanations. His clones were chuckling to themselves when they heard the Man of Iron roaring into the phone before storming in with a charming, forced grin on his face.
"They said that the table will be ready in ten minutes which means, my lovely party," Tony did a very low mock bow before rising and gesturing to the door, "of incomparably gorgeous beauties of godliness needs to please GET IN THE CAR!"
The shout at the end had Loki and his three clones whining convincingly as they allowed the human to push, shove, and tug them into the sleek, black Audi convertible. Once the four were piled into the car, and whizzing off to the restaurant, Tony couldn't help but ask the question that has been bugging him all night.
"Since you blew up the entirety of Manhattan, how are you going to show your face in public with me?"
The evil grin that cracked on Loki's face was more than enough of an answer for Tony to shut up instantly and stop asking. The other three clones all wearing the same expression didn't help the nervousness that was boiling in his gut any further either. The rest of the drive was passed in comfortable silence with the breeze whipping the girl Lokis' long hair back while the Loki Loki and the other clone Loki sat back with a graceful languid lounge.
"We're here." Stark announced, gritting his teeth when he saw the oncoming swarm of paparazzi.
"Well then we will simply have to give them a show."
Tony whirled only to be met with two pairs of bright blue eyes with short blond curly hair. The same long legged being, the same super high cheekbones and pale perfect skin stood towering over him only now, not the god of mischief. The ladies on the other hand were a spitting image of Loki in female form, equally stunning and dear god; Tony is so screwed (literally) tonight.
"Mr. Stark," Loki smirked leaning forward to brush his lips lightly against the stuttering ones of the billionaire playboy before gesturing to the crowd and to the restaurant, "I believe you promised "me" a romantic date."
"Oh GOD!" Tony was dragged more of less bodily through the rings of paparazzi by all of his four companions in through the doors. Mental note, be prepared for anything and everything in the book when it comes to asking out the God of Mischief. The questions were endless, especially due to the fact that two of said companions were apparently quite famous themselves.
"Tom, Mr. Tom Hiddleston! Can you please introduce us to your twin and other lovely companions." The answers to the questions were making Tony want to get drunk and fast so he doesn't die choking on his laughter.
"I'm sorry but we are in a hurry. I have made a date with Mr. Stark here and we are already rather late."
"Tom Hiddleston?" Tony whispered to the incognito God.
"Acting was a fun department in which entertainment could be provided to me on a constant basis."
Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow. My god, this crazy being was rubbing off on him a little too much.
"Can a god not seek the company of others for other, much simpler motives? After all, that's how we met outside of our usual battle filled circumstances."
"Alright sure," Tony huffed, giving a tight smile to the closest photographer. "I just didn't expect you to be famous."
"But Anthony," one of the female clones drawled, dragging long, slim fingers down Tony's chest causing the inventor to gulp, consciously straightening his tie. "We are gods after all. How could you expect anything less than the best treatment?"
"Yeah sure." Tony yelped when the long fingered hand of the duplicate "Tom Hiddleston" grabbed his ass and gave it a fairly firm squeeze, green eyes glinting with the promise tonight that he is seriously not going to be able to walk for a week. "But could you guys please behave well enough so we can make it to dessert?"
"We can only try our best Anthony," the actual Loki laughed before swinging and arm around one of his female clones and walking with an all too noticeable saunter in his hips.
Tony needed Pepper, a leash, and a really bad case of the can't-get-it-up to stop himself being embarrassed tonight at dinner. Oh well, time to get the show on the road.
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Dinner turned into a very interesting affair. Once they had been seated, they made it a point to ignore all the whispers and the hushed talking behind their backs, although Loki heard every word of it, half of them had him laughing while the other half he wanted to blow up right then and there, or turn them into rainbow colored pigs. Tony was having the time of his life trying to drink himself under the table which wasn't helping since once of the lady Lokis decided it would be fun to give said inventor a massage under the table.
"So Tom, what is it that you do for a living?" Tony ground out, squeezing the foot of the lady Loki hard causing her to give an undignified squeak before retreating and pretend pouting into the wine glass in front of her.
"I act in various movies and plays, anything really as long as there is good dialogue and decent character development." "Tom" Hiddleston smirked as he took another sip of the chardonnay. "It really is a rather exciting field when the range of jobs is so different."
"Sounds cool enough." Tony grumbled as he downed his fourth, or maybe fifth glass of scotch.
"And how about yourself Mr. Stark?" one of the Lady Loki's smirked as she placed her hand on his, moving those long, smooth digits up the inventor's arm non so discretely.
"I am Iron Man and well, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."
"Ah, but I see that reputation precedes you Mr. Stark for from what I have heard, you have not been interested in but only one body to warm your bed in the recent days."
Tony had to bite down a yelp when he felt the very male hand of the Loki clone slide down his leg resting just so of his oh so prominent family jewels.
"It seems sister," the clone drawled, smirked at the ladies before shooting a side-glance to Loki who was also smirking oh so deviously, "that the person or persons of interest tonight might just be sitting at the table."
Prying the clone's hand away, Tony straightened his tie and cleared his throat before pretty much growling, "for this to be a romantic night out I would like to at least make it to the main course let alone desert."
"Whatever could you mean by that Anthony?" Loki, letting his disguise slip slightly as he rolled his addicting green eyes to meet the chocolate ones of the engineer full on, smirking when he could sense the arousal and slipping control coming off of the man as the second female clones decided to "drink" her wine in a very refined and fascinating manner.
Tony could feel the restaurant becoming more heated and stifling by the second. The whispers were increasing and the eyes just kept staring and how he had a certain god's full attention making his annoying counterpart stand very much so in attention as well.
"I'm going to go use the bathroom." Tony muttered before practically bolting from the table.
Once he was out of earshot, the Lokis faced the main one and began a conversation of their own. The ladies of course, began first.
"You know," the first one started, promptly turning her body to face the opposite direction of the leering look another gentleman was sending her over his date's shoulder, "I think you should have played this one a bit nicer Tom."
Loki raised the signature eyebrow and didn't reply.
"It was rather valiant of him to stick his neck out for you like that and well, rather valiant just for him to simply suggest and outing with a god." The other lady finished.
"The man does believe himself to be a god of the bedroom though." The other male clone chimed in, smirking and sending a quick wink to the bartender, sending her scurrying back behind the bar, red showing on all of her pale neck.
"You three are having more fun than you let on however." Loki sipped at his drink before sending his clones a dark smirk of his own.
"Only because you brought us out here in the first place. We were not the ones who decided to punish the closet for making our glory feel self conscious." The other Tom rolled his eyes playing with the rim of his glass, ignoring the original's death glare.
"Why the difficulty in picking out an outfit if you were so confident on simply toying with the mortal?" both ladies chuckled at the same time.
Loki was now desperately trying to control his magic so he didn't just make his three clones vanish into thin air in front of every human being in the restaurant but he could feel his fingers itching and twitching. Luckily right then, Tony got back and the clones got the hint and all three of them excused themselves to the bathroom. Loki couldn't make them vanish fast enough.
"So rein-, sorry," Tony drank another scotch when Loki gave him the death glare to burn your soul, "Tom, what are your plans for New York then?"
"Anthony," Loki drawled out the name smirking once more as the man choked on his drink, "I am in town for scouting purposes purely. I think there are a few interesting roles that I hope to secure."
"Cool." Tony stabbed into his steak as soon as it appeared on the table, chewing fast and hard to make sure he had something to focus on rather than the fact that he was now in a one on one date with the one and only God of Mischief.
"So far, only one has caught my eye and well, let's simply state that the pay day and the pleasure of the role has been most invigorating."
Tony choked and had to chug a glass of water while Loki chuckled softly across from him. But soon, as both parties tucked into their meals, the conversation died into a comfortable silence as soon, desert was here.
"This shortcake is short?" Loki asked causing Tony to laugh because he could picture Thor asking the same thing. And he keeps denying that they're related.
"No it's not and to be honest I don't know why it's called that but this restaurant is known for it's strawberry shortcake. Also with extra extra extra whipped cream."
"That has got to be one of the worst propositions to have me vacate the premises with the other party that I have ever heard of in my immortal life Anthony." Loki laughed.
"The offer of food?"
"I believe in your terms it would be food and the promise of sex."
"What about the promise of food sex?"
Loki raised an eyebrow at that and promptly sent a sharp kick into the genius's shin causing the other man to squeak out a yelp of CHECK PLEASE before both of them exiting the restaurant.
"So what happened to your dinner party?" Tony asked as he tipped the valet and checked his car once over to see if the man had decided to take it for a joy ride.
"They had other obligations to handle and were seen leaving the restaurant about an hour ago."
"Cool then they won't mind when we take a detour."
"A what?" was all Loki could get out before Tony drove off, whizzing at about 200 miles an hour average through the narrow streets of the city that never sleeps.
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"Stark I swear even though I can live forever, I am not going to be willing to live with your navigational skills." Loki huffed as he stepped out of the vehicle using his every strength not to bow down onto the ground and kiss it.
"Oh come on," Tony snorted as he slammed his own door shut. "After your vomit inducing ride of teleporting magic I'd think my driving was simple."
Loki just shuddered before looking up to see just where it was that they had gone. It was Central Park except now covered in a blanket of snow with no leaves and also, no one around.
"Come on reindeer games, let's go for a walk." Tony laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets, holding his elbow out of the softly chuckling Norse god.
"My, aren't we ever the gentleman. Perhaps my female form would be more suitable to accept you invitation." Loki snickered as he looped his arm around Tony's as they began their trudge through the park. Both walked in amicable silence occasionally bringing us a constellation or two.
"Those stars look really nice. I wish there was a little less light but this is as close as it gets to dark in New York." Tony laughed, shivering slightly as a faint wind blew past.
"If you wished for a truly grand view of these stars, Asgard…," Loki's expression darkened for a second before trailing off. Tony didn't bother pushing. Suddenly, a smirk lit up on his face as he whirled to stand in front of the god, nearly knocking Loki off his feet when he realized the mortal's face was near millimeters away from his.
"Can I help you?"
Suddenly, there was a wad of white fluffy material in his face and cold running down his neck.
"TAG YOU'RE IT!" Tony snorted before gathering another wad of snow and pegging Loki right in the chest.
"Do you have any sense of self preservation?" Loki asked very evenly as he felt his magic tingling in his fingertips.
"I philandered with my enemy. I fly around in a suit of armor. I asked said enemy on a date full well knowing he is the god of mischief and low and behold, NOPE!" With that, the great Tony Stark ran for all he was worth.
Loki blinked before his own wicked smile spread across his face. That was how Tony Stark spent the next twenty minutes trying to find a tree to climb into as he was pelted with magically accurate snowball after snowball. The two laughed and chased throughout the entire park until finally, they made it back to a bench close to where their car had been parked. Loki was working on magically drying the two of them while Tony pouted like a petulant child, bruises already starting to form when a particularly strong snowball had hit. There was no one around and the two leaned into each other enjoying the other's company.
Tony stood and walked over to the lamppost while Loki watched him in a quizzical look. The inventor bit his lip making Loki's eyebrows slash across his face in a look of worry.
"What troubles you Anthony?"
Tony sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with a look of resignation. Hesitating for another few seconds, he spat it out in a rush, "theavengersfoundoutaboutus."
Loki blinked, eyebrows further gathering to the center of his forehead. "Pardon?"
"The Avengers, the found out about us." Tony winced at the look that crossed over the younger god's face.
Several tense second later, Loki choked out a, "how."
"Thor," Tony shrugged. "He said he could feel you magic on me."
"Oh." Loki stood up and looked to the sky. It was close to eleven after all and the temperature was decreasing rapidly. At that thought was what made Loki jerk and whirl around, eyes narrowing into a near venomous glare that was aimed at the also equally, stubborn looking brown.
"Stark, what in your right mind are you thinking of bringing me out here?" Loki roared, racing to tackle to the mortal, only to slip on a small patch of iced over side walk and have to catch himself giving the human time to dodge.
"Call it human curiosity." Tony backed further towards his car when he heard Loki let out a howl of rage.
"You tell me first that my brother knows of us and now…and now…YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT YOU ASK!" Loki lunged again only to collide with the car, sending it flipping to the side as Stark dove to the side.
"Well now it's a little late for me to even take us home since you just DESTROYED MY CAR!" Tony stood and shouted. "and besides, the cold was for the fact that you made me really, really, REALLY HOT in the restaurant!"
"So this was revenge?" Loki hissed desperately as he felt his glamour slipping as fresh snow began to fall.
"No, I just—," Tony started only to be cut off as he had to dodge a raging fist to his face, only to he caught by his coat lapels, losing balance, sending both of them tumbling into the snow. When they emerged, it was red eyes that greeted him and the same eerily blue Loki to rapidly detangle him from the mortal. Tony jumped to his face as he watched Loki stumble back, losing all signs of gracefulness and royalty as his shoulder slumped and his whole body, stood in the center of the softly snowing Central Park trembling.
"Loki," Tony breathed as he reached out a hand to touch the god's face only to have that god flinch backwards, body coiling to the likeness of a venomous snake, ready to strike.
"You can tell the rest of them, and my brother," Loki spat the word out, "That they should not have to worry about me corrupting you or destroying their precious city."
"Loki stop," Tony grabbed the other's blue arm only to draw back with a shout of pain, looking down at his raw and bleeding hand.
"Frostbite." Loki mumbled as he straightened to his full height.
"Loki I-," but the god cut the mortal off.
"Why Stark," Tony winced when the god addressed him once more with his last name, "why did you choose to entertain me for this night?"
Tony's mind was whirling. He enjoyed Loki's company. He enjoyed the fact that he was able to match wits with someone not to mention explain the workings of his technology to someone who would then exchange facts about magic and how his science was somewhat like that. He enjoyed the pranks Loki pulled and how the man was just as deadly as he was sensual. He sure as hell got a kick out of Steve Rogers gawping at female Loki like the righteous virgin that he was. He wasn't even going to get started on just how mind-blowing the sex had been. And now, here the god stood before him, at his most vulnerable and blue, looking like the thing he wanted most in the world was for the world to swallow him whole. He was just as broken as Tony was. That was when Tony blinked and without a second thought, closed the distance between him and the god and pressed his lips to the solidly still Loki Laufey/Odinson.
"I suck at you know," Tony gesturing his words coming out a little slurred now that the frostbite had settled onto his lips. Red eyes stared back at him before he suddenly found himself inside his newly fixed car, unfrozen lips and hand, and without a single trace of the Norse god in sight.
"DAMN IT!" Tony howled. "I just had to be freaking curious. I JUST HAD TO KNOW! UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRGH!"
The sound of the car horn could be heard for miles for the next three minutes.
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Loki buried himself in the sheets after coming out of a warm shower.
"Why didn't you just tell him?" Loki's eyes shot up to one of his clones, still in the form of Tom Hiddleston, now wearing slacks and baggy black pajama pants.
"I have no patience for the likes of you right now." Green eyes rolled as he bared his teeth and snarled.
"You have no time for yourself. That seems highly unlikely." The female clone came from around the corner in the same garb through slightly more clinging and revealing.
"What do you two want?" Loki groaned against his pillow.
"Three," the second female stepped out to join her other female counterpart. "Since you felt to be overly complicated."
"They found out about you two and yet he still went out of his way to take you out on a date." The first female stated, flicking at imaginary dirt under her fingernails.
"He didn't tell them where you were otherwise Thor would have been kicking through your door by now." Tom chuckled.
"And he actually did touch you again even when you gave him frostbite the first time." The last female stated.
"And you do enjoy his wit, his lack of self preservation, his own brokenness, and the fact that he is the only one who treats you as you." The three chorused.
"I despise your creation." Loki mumbled even though he knew that with a single flicker of his concentration, they would all disappear and he would once again be alone.
"We do believe that you might as well be…" the three clones smirked.
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"I'm in love with the bastard." Tony muttered as he floored his way back to the one and only god of mischief's apartment.
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"I'm in love with a mortal." Loki laughed. He kept laughing as his clones vanished and he summoned his full body armor before vanishing everything in his apartment. Finally, he took one last glance to Stark's tower before being jarred from his thoughts as his door slammed open.
"LOKI I-," Tony shouted running for the god. Said deity gave him a small sad smile, mouthing a few words that froze Tony where he stood and vanished into a silent puff of green smoke, leaving Tony to stumble forward grasping at the empty air, before sinking to his knees in the empty apartment.
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"Back for more are we runt?" Laufey rose to his full height as he came to face the freshly teleported Loki.
"I killed you." Loki whispered as he stood. The frost giants that had gathered began whispering harshly to one another.
"What was that son?"
Scepter in hand, Loki smashed it into the Frost Giant king's face with full force, sending the figure sprawling into the ice and snow.
"Stand up and fight you conjurer of cheap tricks." Loki snarled.
The gathered frost giants let out chokes gasps and shouts of outrage as their "king" stood up.
"Did you enjoy seeing me bleed and cry in silent torment or was that all just another part of your conniving game?"
"I was surprised when you didn't catch on any earlier," a laughing female drawl sneered as a bright head of blond hair rose from the snow.
"To say that I didn't or rather was not in the mood to expose it are two totally different concepts." Loki chuckled darkly.
"And what if to say that you have forsaken your heart to a mere mortal." Her bright blue eyes piercing daggers into his.
Loki blanched, readying himself into a battle stance, bright teeth baring in the moonlight, bracing his glamour after the little incident in the park.
"As knowledgeable as usual…Amora."
"The one and only," Amora sneered. "Now tell me, how has our dear Thor been doing? Maybe once I'm done wrapping him around me, I can pay your dear mortal a visit and unchain you of this heavy burden."
"You would not dare."
"Oh but I would," Amora laughed. "After all, his reputation as a playboy does proceed him and besides, when has any mortal been able to resist my allure?"
Blasts of magic lit the lands of Jotenheim while on Asgard, Heimdall watched in patient silence.
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Sorry for the super late update. College life has been insane and honestly, this chapter was a bit hard to write. I had so many different ideas bouncing off of my brain not to mention I needed to find the right song lyrics to inspire this chapter. And not to get too personal but I went through a tough break up so well, go figure. Being a girl sucks sometimes. But after dodging my dad's many attempts to take my laptop away and make me study for the MCAT instead, I have finally been able to produce a chapter for this story that was somewhat satisfactory. I'll be writing a darker fic soon though I can't decide who I want to torture more, Loki or Tony.
So I'll leave it for you reviewers to decide. Who do you want to see utter crumbled and broken and who should help then recover?
Tony broken with Loki doing damage control
Loki broken with Tony doing damage control
Happy Holidays guys and thank you for reading and reviewing. I smile so hard every time I read your reviews. See you guys next year,
Inumaru Higurashi