The dreams had started up again. This time, however, it cut right to the chase, landing Loki cold, blue, and alone in the barren land of the Chitauri. "Welcome back," The hissing voice of Thanos sounded from behind him, making him turn swiftly.

"You act as if I would be willing to return to this wretched place." He looked intently at the Chitauri leader, careful not to show any fear towards him. "In fact, I am eager to leave once more, never to return again."

"So you say. But you know you have failed me, yet you still try to hide yourself from us."

"I do not."

"Then why have you not returned?"

Loki snorted. "It seems my 'brother' has become overly possessive over my whereabouts."

Thanos snapped his fingers, and Loki froze. Around him, multiple copies of Thor, Odin, and Tony -how did Thanos know about his feelings?- appeared, their eyes glued to the god. Loki tried to wrench away from the enchantments, but couldn't even breathe correctly because of them.

"You've grown weak, sorcerer."

"Have I? I did lose the sceptre you gave me." He managed a weak smile, and the image of Thor stepped up to him.

"Brother, why can you not understand that I mean well for you?" He asked. Loki just sneered.

"This means nothing to me." He glared through the image, and it slowly started disappearing. "He is not my brother; he is a fool."

"If we mean nothing to you," The images of Odin said after all of the Thor's vanished. "Then why do you feel the need to impress us?"

"I feel no such need."

One of Tony's images neared the god, making Odin's disappear. His brown eyes dug into Loki's emerald, and the trickster allowed himself a small, almost scared look at what Tony would say. "Why didn't you tell me you didn't care? You're already a monster, coming to our place and massacring our people and look at yourself! You're some sort of mutant freak." Tony scoffed at Loki, and the god's careful composure cracked. "You're funny if you thought you were better than me. You're funny if you thought I even liked you. Why don't you respond?"

"... I have nothing to say to you."

Behind the apparitions, Thanos hissed out a laugh.

"Is this mortal precious to you?"

"No, he is..." Loki faltered, then glared at the Chitauri leader with hatred. "He is not. He means to me as much as I must mean to him. Which is obviously nothing."

"Would it burn you to kill him?"

"No."

"Then kill him."

"No!" Loki shouted, his eyes hazing over with a layer of saltwater, but he refused to let himself show such weakness to the one who wanted to strike fear into him. He stepped forward, involuntarily, towards the now solidified Tony Stark. A frost knife formed in his hand, and he curled his arm as if he were to slap the Iron Man in front of him.

"You will tear him apart," Thanos said, a grin on his face.

Suddenly, with horror, Loki realized what he was about to do, and tried to fight against it. "No," Loki said softly as Tony's eyes widened in fear. Loki cried out as the blade slashed through the inventor's throat, charring the flesh around the blade. Finally free to move, Loki dropped the knife and fell to his knees next to the dying man. Loki caught his eyes, and saw hatred and disgust so strong, he had to turn away, hurt lancing through his chest as if he had slashed at himself.

"You will tear him apart, even if you wish not to. For now, the look of pain that contorts your face is sweet enough to satiate my taste fr my revenge I bring upon you. I will return once the mortal is gone." And then Thanos grinned and disappeared, leaving the God of Mischief alone to hear the echoing screams of the dead man before him.

Loki woke with a start, disoriented and vaguely aware of an object making it's imprint on his frosty blue cheek. He sat up, seeing Tony's sleeping form beneath him.

And then the headache hit him like a derailed train.

"Ooooooh..." Loki groaned, rolling away from Tony to flop gracelessly onto his back and clutch his head. His stomach was roiling with whatever was left in it, and his tongue tasted of bile. The trickster lay there for a few more minutes before shuddering into an upright position to shake Tony lightly.

Nursing his own headache, Tony sat up and winced, holding his abdomen. Loki flinched at the claw marks he saw digging upwards, and reached out to touch the man's face. He paused, however, wondering if the coldness of his skin would char the genius' face. He also pondered the reason behind the fact that he was still blue, despite the temperature returning to normal.

"Still blue, Smurf god." Stark smiled and took Loki's half-outstretched hand. "Your head hurt as much as mine?"

Loki nodded, his tongue dry. He smiled as Tony began to trace the marks on his hand with his thumb. "You're gonna wanna drink water. C'mon, get up y' lump." The inventor grunted and stood, bringing the Joutun prince up with him. The both walked to the kitchen, still holding hands, not saying anything. Not even when Tony realized he had only one clean glass, and, with a grunt, filled it with water. He took a swig, then handed it to Loki, who took it thankfully.

"Hope you're not afraid of sharin' germs with some little mortal." Tony arched an eyebrow as Loki rolled his eyes, taking a sip before responding with a hoarse voice,

"It is comments like that that make me wonder about your mental health, Mr Stark. Have my actions answered your question?"

Tony suppressed a giggle as Loki took another sip. "Yeah. That and, you just indirectly kissed me, you freak!"

Loki winced at the playful term, non-too-fond memories of his hazy dream recollecting. Then his attitude returned.

"How mature of you. Do you will for me to directly kiss you? Is that why you made that comment?"

Anthony shrugged, looking at Loki's hand, mesmerized by the markings once more. "How long is this gonna last?"

See? Good at changing the subject.

Loki shivered as Tony's thumb began moving against the back of his hand again. "Mmm... Maybe I need to be in contact with this warmth long enough for me to revert back to my Asgardian form."

"Is that right?" Tony took the glass from Loki's fingers, ignored the halfhearted glare from the god, then set the glass down on the counter.

"It is just a guess, I wouldn't know. Usually, I'd turn back when it was at normal temperature, but for some reason, I have not changed back."

"well maybe," Tony started, hefting the god onto the counter. "We'll put that to the test." Loki blushed and his eyes widened a little.

God, Tony really loved to surprise the trickster. He really did.

At first, Loki was hesitant, afraid he'd injure the human who leaned in between his parted thighs to kiss him. But as the warmth touched his lips, Loki's cares flew out the window. He pulled Tony closer, running his hands through his sandy brown hair and trying to bring him closer. Their tongues touched, Tony's feeling searingly hot against his own, and they twisted together. Tony's hands were at Loki's waist, slipping under the shirt and up his back.

Oh, there was fire. Fire everywhere. Sweet, hot, delicious fire that tore at Loki's icy skin and made him want more. Tony was happy to oblige, moving his searing kisses and bites and swipes of tongue down to the god's throat. Loki purred as Tony's teeth began digging into his frosty skin, drawing beads of blood. He barely contained a moan as Tony's tongue dragged down the column of his throat and to his collar. He panted a little as their bodies collided unevenly, Tony's lips crushing the trickster's as he slid off of the counter.

Now even, Loki pushed into Tony's touch, biting at his bottom lip as they moved backwards with the refridgerator meeting Tony's back with a soft thud. The god lightly sucked on Tony's tongue as it slid into his mouth, as if he could sap the warmth. And as they pushed their hips close, as the friction rose, making them both equally excited, Loki began to shake. At first, he thought it was because of the touch and the warmth, maybe overwhelming him. But as the blue-ness began to receed, the shivers began to creep in. Loki broke away, his eyes flooding with images of the ways Tony could 'accidentally' die by his hand.

Loki's eyes widened, and he stepped away from the shorter man, and ran away, locking himself in his temporary room and gripping his head with a sick feeling in his stomach.

"You will tear him apart," Thanos' voice sounded in his head. Loki shook his head back and forth, tears threatening to run down his face. He let out a soft scream and closed his eyes, willing the images to go away.

Tony stood, leaning against the door to the fridge. He thought of the look in horror on his face, and wondered if he was really so revolting that Loki had to break away twice. He sighed, then ran a hand through his hair. "JARVIS?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't monitor Loki."

"But sir, if he tries to escape-"

"I will handle it."

"Yes, sir. Your judgement is never wrong, is it?"

Tony just walked out onto the deck, looking up at the sky. "It always rains when I lose something too good for me."

HAHAHAHA WHAT? What am I doing? I don't know. Please don't kill me for leading you on, makin' ya think I'd uhh. Make it as bad as I'd wanted it to be. Actually, I /did/ originally plan to make it really hot, but I figured the story needs a plot if it's gonna last this long. Sorry for the late update my lovelies, I'll try harder tomorrow! -Starts working on chapter seven befor someone kills me- Looooooves ^w^