I turned my key in the lock and huffed out a nervous breath before opening the door to my apartment. Loki stepped in ahead of me, and I heard myself say, sheepishly, "Well, it's not much…but it's home." I watched as he surveyed the small space, taking in the general disarray as I mentally kicked myself for leaving the place in shambles.

Granted, I hadn't suspected that Thor was going to haul me off to Asgard.

That had been two days ago, and fuck if my entire existence hadn't been turned inside out in just 48 short hours. I suppose that if I'd known that I'd be returning with the God of Mischief in tow, then I might've straightened up a little first.

Odin had held true to his word; contacting Fury and laying out the entire situation. Frigga had passed on the news as we were saying our farewells on the Bifrost, an amused glimmer in her eye that told me all I needed to know about how well that conversation had gone. I imagined the amount of bellowing those old, one-eyed bastards had produced, and realized then that I would have given anything to have been a fly on the wall for that verbal battle.

I just hoped I wouldn't get much of a replay once Fury found out I was back.

Kicking the door shut behind me, I leaned against the frame, eyes still fixed on Loki as he circled the living room. He paused at the window, peering outside for a long moment before turning back to catch my gaze.

"I know it's not exactly what you're used to," I said. "And I swear, it'll look better once I clean it up."

A slow smile spread across Loki's face as he crossed the room to stand before me. "I see nothing wrong with our surroundings, my Hawk," he murmured. "And I am certain I will find far more comfort here than I have in quite some time."

"Well, good," I returned. "Still…we could probably do without the empty pizza boxes and all these bottles."

"All in good time. But now that I am here, can you not think of other things to better occupy our time," the god smirked as he stroked one slender hand down my chest.

Oh. I knew I'd forgotten something.

"Now that you mention it? Yeah, I can think of a few things," I growled.

Loki shoved me back against the door, hard enough to rattle it in its' frame, and he dropped to his knees, tilting his head back to gaze up at me. A mischievous smile played over the god's lips as his fingers dug into my hips, tugging me toward him.

"I like where this is going," I breathed.

"Thought you might," Loki purred. He leaned in, mouthing over my quickly growing arousal.

That one motion; that one little nuzzle paired with the faintest ghost of his breath bleeding through denim was nearly enough to break me. I slid my hands deep into his hair, moaning as he nipped lightly before pulling back to work my belt open.

"I have been waiting for this moment, my Hawk," he murmured as his nimble fingers bared me to his gaze. "The night we spent together in my chamber was far too brief for my liking. Now that we are finally, blessedly alone, I can have my fill."

Then, with a sly, fleeting grin, the god swallowed me down.

"Oh fuck," I bleated, hands clenching into tight fists as Loki slowly took me deep. My hips stuttered, and I ground my head against the door, hissing out a labored breath as he pulled back, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock.

"You sound pleased," Loki noted, circling his fingers around my girth and giving a long, slow pull.

"D-don't stop now," I ground out. "Please…don't…stop."

"I would never dream of it," the god replied softly and pushed forward again.

I shut my eyes against the sight of Loki kneeling before me. It was too much; far too much. The feeling alone was nearly enough to push me over the edge, but to see him gazing up at me, jaws stretched wide around my thick flesh? There was no goddamn way I could deal with that.

A low, playful growl bled from Loki's throat, and the sound went straight to my gut. My eyes snapped open, and I dropped my gaze, slowly, to meet the heated glare the god was sending my way. Once Loki was sure he had my full attention, he began to swallow around my cock; purposefully.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Loki," I groaned, my nails digging into the nape of his neck. "Are you trying to kill me?"

The only answer I got was a deliberate flick of that talented tongue against the underside of my length and an added sparkle in his emerald gaze.

I carded my fingers through Loki's hair, twining and twisting as he swallowed and sucked. The fire in my belly was raging now; burning out of control, and I employed every trick at my disposal to keep from spilling.

The tight, wet heat of Loki's throat was making that pretty fucking difficult, though.

I gritted my teeth, silently begging myself to hold fast; to not let go.

And it worked…for a minute.

"N-nuh," I huffed out. "Stop. Loki…goddamn it, you gotta stop. StopstopstopstopSTOP!"

The god pulled back slowly, giving one last persistent lick over the head of my cock before sinking back on his haunches and sending a mock pout my way. "But why," he murmured. "Do you find my attentions displeasing?"

"God, no," I exclaimed. "The exact fucking opposite, actually."

Loki's pout twisted into a smirk, and he wiped his mouth with the back of one hand as he stood to his feet. Leaning in, he nipped at my ear before softly breathing, "Then why would you ask me to stop? You have earned this mouth, my Hawk."

"What if I want more than just that mouth," I growled, sliding my hands down to grip the god's narrow hips, tugging him tight against me. I could feel his arousal twitch at the contact; hard and heavy and caged behind the leather of his pants. The need to have him bare before me swelled up to lodge in my throat, choking my next words. "What then, huh?"

"You may have whatever you like," Loki purred, canting his hips to grind against me.

"That's quite an offer," I grinned, walking the god backwards from the door. "Think I'll take you up on that."

"As well you should," Loki replied before twisting free from my grasp and stripping his shirt off over his head. His hands dropped to undo the laces on his pants, holding my gaze steadily all the while. Slowly, Loki peeled away the rest of his clothing, and when he was finally bare, that playful smile tugged once more at the corner of his mouth.

"Come then," the god purred as he turned and knelt on the couch, arching his back and casting a come-hither look over one shoulder. "Take what you will."

"I do have a bed, y'know," I chuckled, shaking my head ruefully.

"I am aware," Loki answered in a low tone. "And we will, in time, christen our resting place, as well as every other surface in this home. But for now? This will do nicely."

My breath hitched in my throat at the mischievous glint in Loki's gaze and at that moment I could not have cared less where we were; I simply wanted to be buried in the cloying heat of his body as he screamed out his lust beneath me.

I don't think I've ever gotten naked faster in my life.

Stepping close behind the god, I bowed low over his back, mouthing along his shoulder and stroking my fingertips down his sides. Loki voiced a low, pleased purr and rolled his hips. I gasped at the friction against my cock, and rutted forward even as I reached beneath him to loosely circle my fist around his length.

"Yes," Loki panted. "Touch me."

I gave a long, slow pull to the thick flesh in my hand, thrilling to the wanton cry the god voiced, and as he shuddered helplessly, I brought my other hand down to stroke over Loki's entrance.

"Please," he whimpered, pushing back against my questing digits.

"Of course," I murmured. "Do that little trick, first."

That familiar spell rolled off Loki's tongue and I pressed forward, my fingers slipping into his tight heat and teasing a stuttering moan from his throat. I licked a wet stripe up his spine and worked my fingers deeper, twisting and stretching as Loki writhed and panted.

"This what you need," I questioned.

"It is a start," the god allowed, turning his head to capture my mouth in a blistering kiss.

Loki's tongue slicked over my own, and I uttered a quiet growl before nipping his lower lip. "Never said I was done, now did I?"

That fleeting grin spread across Loki's face and he pushed back, begging with his body. "Have you more to give me," he asked in a lilting tone.

"Maybe," I returned, pressing my cock against his hip, grinding my rigid length along his heated skin. "Think that'll do the trick?"

"Perhaps," the god teased.

"Well, in that case…you ready for me," I ground out, my mouth suddenly gone dry as the desert.

"I am always ready for you, my Hawk," Loki answered, hands rising to grip the back of the couch and steady himself.

I dropped a final kiss to the side of his throat, and then slowly pulled my fingers free of his body, giving a slight twist just to hear Loki's voice gone ragged with need. He let out a strained hiss before murmuring, "Please, Clint. Now?"

My only answer was to quickly slick my length and press the blunt head of my cock against my wanton god's entrance.

"Oh," Loki whispered. "Yes." And with no further prelude, he rolled his hips, pushing back and taking me deep in one fluid motion.

"God…fucking…dammit, Loki," I growled, wrapping one arm around his waist to still his movements. "Slow down."

"No," the god panted and rocked back against me, moaning as he took the final few inches of my length.

"What happened to that promise about obedience," I muttered through clenched teeth.

"In other matters, I shall keep to my word. But not in this," he whimpered. "I need you, my Hawk. I need you to fuck me; hard and fast and deep. Make me scream out your name in my release."

I dropped my head to rest between Loki's shoulder-blades, breathing in his scent. "You sure about that," I huffed. "Not gonna last long if that's how you want it."

"There is time enough for long, drawn out trysts," Loki murmured. "And we shall spend days without ever leaving your…our…bed. We will have our fill then, my love. As for now?" He paused for a moment before finishing in a low, ragged tone, "Ruin me."

And goddamned if that mental image combined with the small term of endearment didn't nearly end me right then and there. Loki had just put into words everything I'd ever wanted…and everything I was too fucking scared to ever hope to have.

I wanted him. Wanted us.

And I'd give my god anything he asked for; anything I could offer if only to be gifted with that pleased smile once more.

"You asked for it," I ground out, fighting past that familiar ache in my throat. "Just remember that, Princess."

Loki nodded, slicking his tongue over his lower lip and watching me carefully with wide, emerald eyes. I unwound my arm from his middle, sliding my hands down to hold him steady as I slowly pulled back. He whimpered, softly, and then I snapped my hips forward, burying my cock deep as Loki loosed a broken howl. He bucked, twisting in my grip and begging in a harsh, panting whine. "More…deeper…please, my Hawk! More!"

I set a brutal pace, holding my position low over Loki's back and marking the expanse of pale flesh beneath me as I filled the god again and again. The small noises of need that spilled from his throat urged me on; inspired me.

He wanted to scream? Then I'd make him. I'd take him apart; make him come so fucking hard he wouldn't even remember his own name.

Loki arched, throwing his head back and bringing one hand up to grip the nape of my neck. He circled his hips as I drove deep, feeling his body begin to clench ever tighter around my length. I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, hiding a feral grin against his sweat-slicked skin as I thrust faster; harder, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You're getting close," I growled.

"Y-yes," he stammered. "So very close to spilling. Oh gods, there…-just- there!"

"Don't hold back," I murmured. "Let me hear you."

I slid my hand from his hip, gripping his leaking cock tight and stroking in time to my thrusts. He wailed in response, stiffening as I teased him closer to the edge. I could feel the tremors rising in his frame; hear the frantic tone in his voice…and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

Nuzzling over his throat, I breathed out, "Come for me, Loki. Right fucking now." And with that, I drove my teeth into his pale flesh, feeling the thunder of his pulse against my tongue.

Loki tipped his head back and screamed, loud and long as he spilled wet heat over my hand. His body clamped down around me and I bit back a hiss, thrusting once, twice, three times more before I felt the last of my restraint shatter. With a guttural howl, I was coming, filling my god to overflowing as he bucked and strained beneath me.

I held myself deep, grinding out the dregs of my orgasm as Loki slowly came down. He slumped beneath me, a panting, boneless mess, and I draped myself over his back, dropping small kisses on his back and licking over the slowly welling bite mark that adorned his shoulder.

"How was that," I questioned.

He uttered a pleased purr in return before murmuring, "Perfection. Everything that I needed, my Hawk."

"Glad to be of service," I huffed. "Oh, one last thing, Princess."

"And what might that be," he asked.

"Welcome home," I said softly.