So...Hello.
I am very aware that I haven't updated in a...long, long time and I apologise for my absence.
I wasn't aware how many people actually enjoyed what I wrote!
And that reminds me to thank all the people who have left reviews and Favorited this, all the love and nice comments I have gotten and great feedback. It means an awful lot to me the fact that you all care about this...I still can't get over that actually. So this is one of the very last paragraphs, and I appreciate everything you guys have put. You have driven me on to finish this and I must say thank you for urging me on to write better and write more.

-Hazel

Before Loki or Tony could say anything, the god swept to the floor. Not kneeling (never kneeling) but crouching. His mouth was agape in wonder and his eyes bright green and wide in long lost lust.

Funny…Loki had blue eyes over the last couple of days, Tony thought.

He shook his head, trying to get over the fact, that there was a god practically sitting in his lap but still. Even though the tall and handsome God was sitting on the tiles, he still was only an inch shorter than Tony.

The God was wearing some of his armour; his leather pauldron had been removed, along with the infamous helmet. The heavy plated boots and the golden plates that circled his arms had been forgotten on his return also. Without the aid or protection of his boots; his pale and unusually long feet were stretched out on to the cold tiles. They resembled his hands in the same way they were thin and rather pretty for a man or God of his size and height. His long black, sleeveless duster had been detached from his back, revealing the black tight tunic beneath, with its many threaded layers running down his arms. The whole shirt hugged his muscular limbs and creating dips along the hollows where his muscle faded to bone.

But regardless of everything, what caught Tony's eye was the familiar circular shaped item hanging around the God's neck. The thick round metal was glowing with sweet but weak light almost identical to that of his arc reactor.

Loki's face of emptiness and purity was suddenly filled with familiar but aggressive rage. In one quick motion, his thin fingers ad grasped on to Tony's throat, hauling him into the air as he stood to his monstrous height. Tony squealed but no noise arose from his throat as his feet left the floor and the fingers tightened, pushing against his pulse and his strained spine. He wrapped his own hands around Loki's, fighting the beast as he cut off his air quicker and quicker. Loki chuckled softly, bringing Tony closer to his cold body. He held his weight against the glass table, his hands tightening even more as his teeth grazed Tony's ear.

Loki enjoyed the heat, the sweat, the sheer panic building up along Tony's skin. His cheek grazed Tony's as he pulled away, looking into the man's eyes, he smiled as the tears built within them, the hazel and orange orbs melted to black as life was being taken from him slowly and with much pain. He bit back the pity, the deeper feeling to want to release his grip and allow the man to breath, he bit it all back and instead squeezed harder. His mind was brought to the moment as the man's warm pulse was throbbing against the lining of his thumb and along the length of his fingers. Tony gasped, his fingers scratching and clawing into Loki's pale flesh in more weak tempts to free himself. The strong scent of fear was sensational for the god and his eyes rolled around in pleasure as he squeezed the man like a toy.

Tony kicked out his legs; hoping one would catch the god on his shin, but it was no use. When Loki was sure that Tony was close to blacking out, he lowered him till his feet sat on the floor. Tony was dazed, dizzy, lost and slightly drunk from the air being driven from him. Loki released him, pushing the man back softly and he fell to the floor in a tired heap, crashing to the floor loudly.

Tony coughed as the air left his throat, his back shook when he hit the ground, his knee's bending to raise his legs but they just slipped down again, hitting the tiled floor. He didn't care anymore; he was too tired to care. His eyes fluttered shut as the blood returned to his brain, the muscles of his neck aching and he could still feel the strong grip ghost over his reddened skin; he tossed his head left and right in weak attempts to unclog his eyesight from the blurred world but failed after a few minutes. Through his indistinct vision, he could see Loki stand above him admiring his work, his smile thick and dangerous, his head cocked to the left, moving with his fingers outstretched and playing with the clouded air. Tony breathed heavily, his lungs ready to collapse at any given moment as he closed his eyes and growled, feeling the thick power of sleep come over him.