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-Hazel

Tony yawned. Purring softly as he relaxed against Loki's chest. The god was cold, not his usual icy self but noticeably colder than Tony as they sat on the empty white sanded beach. Tony closed his eyes, shifting against the slender chest so his ear was pressed above his heart. The muscle twitched every few seconds, thudding softly like a drum. Thin figures ran through his hair as he rested against the god's chest, feeling himself rise and fall slightly as the man cooed, admiring the view as the sun began to fall. He tapped his fingers along his knee while rubbing his other hands along Loki's thigh, enjoying the contrasting jean textures. He opened his eyes and looked down the coast, nothing in particular catching his eye beside the elderly couple sitting nearby. They pair were ancient, huddled by their old-fashioned car, sitting upon the hood as if they were teenagers.

The man was sour looking, with a thick bristle-like moustache and sagging skin surrounding; one of his eyes was the colour of moss while the other was soft hazel, the two colours brightened one another, looking odd but complimentary to his tanned skin. The man had a crooked but thick nose and thin, grey lips to match his head of pale hairs. Besides his broken appearance this man was laughing, he was smiling as he whispered to the tiny woman in his arms, enjoying himself as the sun fell a little lower once more.

The lady had soft matching eyes, her appearance much more welcoming to that of the man's. She had a pixie nose and quite soft looking skin, though loose and wrinkled with history she was a thing of beauty. While the man wore a thick navy duffel jacket, around her shoulders was an oversized leather jacket, it reminded Tony of Steve's, the same tan leather and cut, perhaps with just the slightest more wear to it. She was a measly four foot while her lover stood almost two foot taller. Her pearly teeth were sparkling as she nested against the older man's chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her protectively as they sat with a thick navy blanket wrapped around them.

Tony watched them for another minute in silence; even the soft purrs and kisses trailing over his exposed neck and jaw didn't shake him from the couple.

The god smiled as Tony finally responded, yelping slightly as he bit a little to hard into his neck, Loki's laugh imprinted on to Tony's neck. He nodded before sitting up, forcing Tony to sit up as well despite the man's protests. He looked over his shoulder, his nose hitting Loki's as he moved forward, catching the man's lips in a soft kiss. He twisted himself so he faced Loki fully, wrapping his hands around the gods neck for support.

Loki kissed back hungrily, smiling not so innocently into the mortal's mouth, his hands trailing across the familiar texture of Tony's chest, his fingers following the curve of the arc reactor. Loki tumbled backwards, falling on to the sand with Tony straddling his hips, the man continued to kiss down the god's neck, eager to move on. Loki chuckled, stretching his head back and allowing Tony to bite into his Adams apple, scratching the surface of his milky skin as he sucked and nipped along the flesh. Loki's hands slowly moved across Tony's chest, the coldness soothing his sunburnt skin and the heat of his reactor.

"We're in public-"

"I know…" He mumbled flirtatiously, allowing his bottom lip to trail across his lovers neck, he crawled up the gods body, biting along his jaw before sitting back and looking into Loki's emerald eyes. He ran a hand through Loki's black hair, enjoying its sleek texture against his rough fingers. "But that's what makes it much more fun…" He smirked and Loki lifted his head to kiss his lover.

"You're very dirty minded Anthony." Tony rolled off of Loki, hating the dry sand that hit his back and neck. He twisted over into his front squinting at the god who looked back with a soft smirk.

"…why do you call me Anthony? I hate it when people call me that…" He mumbled, frowning. The god smiled and chuckled, reaching towards the Tony, he grabbed the back of Tony's head, bringing the man forward and kissing him softly, silencing him. Tony growled, pushing away. "No…don't distract me just, why?" Loki shrugged, his smile not falling for a moment.

"There are two reasons really, but ones more suitable than the other." Tony didn't say anything; he cocked his head to the side and waited instead. The god sighed, rolled his eyes. He allowed his head to fall on to the sand, his eyes fluttering shut before continuing. "…because no one else calls you by your full name and, normally you don't allow them to call you that but for some reason, you allow me. It's almost like a privilege."

"What is the other reason?"

"It annoys you." Tony shrugged, also falling on to his back to face the reddening sky.

"Okay, I'll just find a name that annoys you and we can call it even." Loki chuckled softly, hitting Tony with a blind eye before stilling again, as if he was sleeping.

Tony sat up after a minute, bored of his position on the floor. He looked back to the older couple again out of curiosity. The two had left the hood of the car and were now only small specks along the white sanded beach, waddling along the beach towards the sunset, the blanket still thrown over their shoulders as they walked arm in arm, soaking up the suns red rays. Silently, a pale arm dragged across Tony's back, scratching against his shoulder-blade before dipping under his arm, wrapping around his waist securely.

"Okay…what is with your obsession with old couples?" Tony scoffed, twisting to face the god.

"I do not have, an obsession with old people-"

"They are the fifth couple you're fussed over today." He pointed to the specks. Tony knocked his hand down almost instantly out of reflex.

"I don't fuss over them!" Loki smiled, pressing a kiss to his distressed lover's cheek. He allows his cheek to trail along Tony's, waiting for an answer. Tony shrugged eventually, trying hard not to fall for Loki's round puppy eyes but still failing rather miserably. "It's…nice."

"It's nice…?" Loki purred rather sarcastically.

"You know what, forget it, just-forget that I even mentioned it-"Loki's laughter fought over Tony's squabbling.

"No, no, please continue darling." The god purred the man to silence before leaning forward, pressing his cold lips to the man's throat and nipping along his collar.

"…you're the first serious relationship I've ever had." Tony's voice was quiet. Loki detached his lips from his collar, admiring the bruise that began to form. He tightened his grip around the man, urging him to keep talking. "…I can't help but think of what will come of us…if there even is an 'us' in the future."

"…what do you mean?" His voice was quiet, dark, looming with suspicion.

"Well, you're immortal. There's the first problem." He sniffed, trying to block himself from emotions. "And I think we want different things…" Loki's hands trail into the lining of Tony's black Sabbath shirt, massaging his warm skin softly. The god dipped his hand into the brown shirt, ignoring Tony's yelp as he dragged his hands around the familiar medallion. He pulled it out, muttering under his breath as it glowed in his hands.

"I wouldn't worry about the future…I have it all under control." He kissed the man's cheek again, savouring the scent of his aftershave and the bristly texture of his facial hair.

"What do you mean…?" Loki didn't reply. "Loki-"The god exploded into thick green mist just as the sun fell over the last line of sea. His trail against him was still being dealt with, but in the meantime, Loki was allowed anywhere as long as he would be in his chambers by nightfall. Beside the night Loki kidnapped Tony to tell him he loved him…he has never spent a night with Tony, never allowed too because of his curfew. "Well fuck." Tony flops down on to the sand, allowing the remaining green smoke to crawl across his body before melting into nothing.

It had been like this for months; Loki rising early at the weekends, crawling beside Tony in his bed and the god would just wait until the mortal awoke. Then they would spend the day with each other, doing everything or nothing. They both wanted to do it more, Tony wanted to wake in Loki's arms every day. But given the circumstances he couldn't. He knows fully well that Loki has no more intentions to rule Earth…but he fears his fellow Avengers would disagree, he knows they would wanted to push their relationship further; he wanted the world to know that he loved someone, in fact, a God. When he was with the Mischief maker he felt accepted, he felt loved and for once he didn't care in the slightest what the public, SHIELD, even his own friends thought. He loved him and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.