Loki left the Student Union after meeting with some of the students in his psychology class for a group project and headed toward the library to meet up with Tony. He would be finishing up a tutoring session with Amy soon. It had been a few weeks now since Tony's birthday party, but the thought of Tony and Amy alone together still bothered Loki. She was entirely too flirty with them both, individually, for his taste. He could only imagine what she was like with Tony when he was not present. He couldn't even say what bothered him more: Amy's much-too-obvious come-ons or Tony's blind gut reaction to inadvertently flirt back.

He sent a quick response to a text Clint had sent him earlier and walked into the library, his green eyes searching for the pair. He spotted Steve first, sitting at one end of a long table, his back to Loki, while Amy and Tony were huddled together at the other end. Loki shook his head. From where he stood he could see that Amy clearly wasn't into whatever Tony was trying to explain to her. He started forward, pausing when Amy put her mouth near Tony's ear. He was about to storm over when Steve jumped up, packed his things messily, and hurriedly made his way to the exit.

"Steve." Loki grabbed his arm to stop his speedy escape. He dropped his hand when the buff blond gasped loudly and stared at him wide-eyed. "Are you all right?"

Steve's cheeks were burning, and he knew they must have been bright red. "Um, yeah, I'm fine. I just…" He glanced over his shoulder toward Tony and Amy. "God…"

Loki's eyes narrowed. "Did something happen over there?"

"No!" Steve's head whipped around to Loki then to the guy in glasses near them that shushed him. The guy went back to his work at one glare from Loki. "I just need to get out of here. I'll see you later, Loki."

Loki watched him rush out then looked back at Tony and Amy, wondering what could have made Steve want to run out so fast. His head cocked to the side when he saw Tony make odd hand gestures at Amy. He quietly seethed as he watched Amy's hand move to Tony's thigh and glared as it moved up toward his crotch. She did this twice. He fisted his hands, waiting for Tony's response. When Amy started to lean in closer to Tony's face again, Loki stomped, silently because of the plush carpet, to their table.

"Am I interrupting?"

Tony was excitedly explaining the basic properties of a convergence of series. What he failed to realize was that the person he was explaining it to wasn't paying any attention. He was too into the process himself to care either.

Amy was practically stretched out on the table, her head propped up on her hand, examining the faint chipping of her week-old manicure before lifting her eyes back to Tony. She studied his profile for a moment. It was a great one. It practically belonged on a coin. Her gaze was drawn to his lips when his tongue poked out, in concentration, his brow furrowing as he scribbled on the piece of paper in front of him. She was bored to death.

"You have really nice eyelashes."

Tony's tongue slipped back into his mouth and he distractedly mumbled, "I know."

Amy grinned and made herself more comfortable, crossing her legs under the table. "So what's the deal with you and Loki?"

At the interruption and mention of Loki's name, Tony glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean what's the deal? Are you guys actually a couple?"

He laughed and sat back, twirling the number two pencil between his fingers, figuring they could spare a couple of minutes for a break. "Yeah, we are. Why would we lie about that?"

She shrugged a shoulder, cocked a brow. "Maybe to piss people off? To avoid some other girl who was interested? I don't know. I don't get it. I've heard about you, Tony."

Tony sent her that charming Stark smile. "Everyone's heard about me."

"No," Amy said with a chuckle and sat up, tossing an arm over the back of her chair. "I mean I've heard about your reputation. You're a—well you were a well-known ladies' man."

Tony's face fell and he turned his head toward the other end of the table where Steve loudly cleared his throat, perhaps in an effort to remind them that he was sitting there, within hearing distance, or—more likely in Tony's mind—because he didn't approve of the subject of conversation in such a public place. Tony coughed in response and returned his attention to Amy.

"People change, Amy. Why don't we get back to this?" He sat forward again.

"I can totally see Loki going the alternate lifestyle way," she said, ignoring Tony completely. "But do you really go for it?"

Tony scoffed, something itching between his shoulder blades, and he shifted uncomfortably. "Not that I need to explain anything to you, but Loki has been with chicks, too."

"Huh."

Tony scowled at her lackluster response. He wasn't sure why he felt so bothered by her stupid opinions. But he was. "Ask him about it sometime," he challenged. "He's not shy, but it's for him to tell."

Amy didn't really consider that and glanced at the calculus paper again. She wasn't really focusing on it because a few seconds later, she looked up at Tony again. "Who tops?"

Tony's chocolate brown eyes bore into her blue ones. "What?"

"I'm just curious," she responded, completely oblivious to his reaction.

"Amy—for Christ's sake, you don't just go around asking people that." Tony could feel his face fall into an angry pout.

"I'm not asking people. I'm asking you."

Tony huffed out a breath and turned his body to face Amy head-on. "Listen, I love talking about me, okay? I'll tell you anything you want to know and even stuff you don't. Just ask Cap." He flung out a hand toward Steve, who shrunk into himself, extremely uncomfortable with the discussion and trying his hardest to separate himself from it. "You want to know about my shitty childhood? I'll tell you. You want to know about my crap relationship with my dad? I'll tell you all about that. Hell, I'll even tell you about the time I nearly deprived this planet of my existence with a bottle of brandy and a straight razor." He lowered his voice, inched closer. "But don't ask me personal shit about Loki."

Amy seemed unimpressed. "Feel better?" Tony said nothing, just pressed his lips together. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything. Like I said, I'm curious."

"Fine," Tony sat straight again. "Can you be curious some other time? I've gotta be somewhere."

"Okay." She paused for only a moment. "One last question…?" Tony sighed irritably and turned his eyes to her. "Aren't there times when you miss it?"

Tony stared at her impatiently, waiting for clarification. "Miss what?" he asked when there was none. He frowned a little, but didn't back away when Amy leaned in close, near his ear.

"Pussy," she said audibly enough that she didn't need to be so close. Tony snickered but they both started when Steve scoffed, shocked, and got to his feet abruptly, closing his textbook and notebook. He stammered briefly and barely looked at Tony.

"…Bye, Tony."

"Bye, Cap," Tony said softly as Steve fled.

"What's his problem?" Amy scoffed.

Tony sighed and looked at her again. "Cap isn't used to that kind of language, Amy." She lifted her eyebrows in response. "And he gets uncomfortable when people discuss sex so easily around him. He's kind of an old-fashioned guy."

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, but she's the same way. It's kinda why they're perfect for each other."

She scoffed again and rolled her eyes derisively. "Whatever. Old-fashioned, my ass. More like uptight prude." She didn't see the hard frown Tony had on his face. "You didn't answer my question."

"Then consider us even 'cause you haven't answered any of these questions." He tapped the pencil on her notebook.

She brushed his hand away. "Answer mine first. Do you miss it?" Her lips curved in a sinister grin.

Tony's jaw clenched. "I haven't really thought about it, okay?"

Amy made a mocking noise and gave him a skeptical look. "For someone who got as much as you did, as often as you did, how is that possible?"

Tony frowned, fleetingly wondering how this woman who just popped up into his life knew so much about him and his past.

"How do you go from being up to your eyeballs in…" she glanced around briefly, "let's say 'women'—to wanting only one man?"

He inhaled deeply to get a hold on his temper. After letting it out he turned to face her again. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume you're not a virgin." She snorted in response. "I'll take that as a no." He considered for a moment. "How did you lose your virginity, Amy?"

She grinned and licked her lips. "You want details?"

Tony's dark brows drew together. "No. I meant to a guy or a girl?"

"Guy."

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"Sure," she answered dismissively.

Tony's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm not talking about drunken making out and kind of feeling up, over the shirt. I'm talking bumper cars…" He put his two fists together twice, "…and scissors." He mimicked two scissors intersecting with his fingers.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yes, I've fucked a girl before, Tony." He snickered and looked around smiling when peoples' heads turned their way. Amy rolled her eyes again and lowered her voice. "Yes, I've been with a girl. I've been with a lot of girls."

"Okay." Tony shrugged. He didn't really care. "So, after you'd been with a chick, did you just run out and find the nearest guy to screw to make comparisons or cleanse yourself or something?" He was a little surprised at how hard she laughed at that.

"No, not right after." She shifted closer, rested her hand on Tony's knee. "But I do try to get back to a guy as soon as I can. I mean, come on, Tony…there's really nothing like a long…hard…cock slamming into my tight…wet…hole over…and over...and over again."

Tony glanced down at her hand on his leg as she squeezed it with every stressed word. He swallowed then grinned. He was thinking of Loki through her whole description. Mostly.

"Don't you miss that being with him?"

Tony fixed his eyes on hers. "Nope." His lips curved again when she looked at him doubtfully again. "Have you ever been in a relationship, Amy?"

She sat back, removing her hand. "Relationships are for wimps."

"Hi, cynical," he said mock cheerfully. "I am not a wimp. Neither is Loki."

"What do you know, Tony?" she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "From what I hear, this is your first relationship anyway."

"Yeah, it is," he said with a nod. "And the sex has never been better." She made a nose in her throat—a noise he figured meant she still didn't believe him. He grimaced at her. "Have you seen my boyfriend? He's fucking hot, okay?"

"But I just don't get it. How can you not miss certain things?"

"Like what?"

Amy grinned and once again shifted closer to Tony, lowering herself so her cleavage was visible. She placed a hand on his knee again. "Like…don't you miss having something to grab on to here?" She trailed her fingers down her low cut top, along the creamy skin of her very full breast.

Tony mentally scolded himself for looking at her chest and told himself that twitch in his pants was just a knee-jerk reaction to pale flesh. "I don't know if you know this, but men have nipples, too. Useless yes, but they're just as sensitive as a woman's."

A thin blonde eyebrow rose. "Okay. But what about when you're at a bar…" She shifted closer again, practically pressing herself against Tony's arm. "And you're sitting on a stool next to your girl and you get real close…and you start sliding your hand up her thigh…" She did it to Tony as she spoke. "And you slip it under her skirt…"

Tony frowned down at her hand when she squeezed his inner upper thigh. Amy kept leaning in closer, her voice getting lower and huskier.

"Then you knuckle aside her panties…and run your finger along her slit…" A finger slid up the side of Tony's crotch, making him jerk a little and swear under his breath. "Then you push that finger inside that hot…wet…heat…"

"Am I interrupting?"

Amy sat back instantly at Loki's voice and Tony jumped up smiling wide.

"Babe! Hi!" He saw Loki's eyes pointedly move lower and he followed the emerald gaze to his suddenly bulging crotch. He cleared his throat and tugged his shirt down as much as he could. Loki cocked a brow at him then slid his eyes to the woman sitting beside him. She was grinning smugly.

"Amy."

Amy cupped her chin in her hand and her grin spread. "Hi, Loki."

Holding himself back from smacking that smile from her face, Loki looked back to Tony. "We're late." Tony lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch so quickly, Loki wondered if he actually read the time.

"Oh, shit! We are." He gathered his own notebook and fitted it into his binder.

"Late for what?" Amy asked, making no moves to pack up her things.

"Clint's got this sociology thing to do on dating or something and a bunch of us volunteered," Tony answered as he slipped on his zip-up sweater then grabbed his binder and moved next to Loki. He smiled softly at his boyfriend but Loki made no attempt to smile back or take his hand or even offer his lips in a small kiss hello, as he would normally do.

"Do you need any more volunteers? I'm free."

"Um…"

Loki's eyes didn't move from Tony's face for several seconds, even as he answered Amy. "All the roles are filled, thank you. Good night, Amy." He wrapped his fingers around Tony's elbow and led him toward the exit.

"'Night." Amy wiggled her fingers at the departing couple and smirked, knowing she got to Loki. She slipped the textbook into her bag and tossed the notes Tony had written for her into the trash before leaving the library herself. She spotted the tall pale man and the short olive-skinned one not far down the path leading away from the brick building, arguing. Their voices carried across the campus but she couldn't make out words. She pulled out her cell phone as she headed toward the parking lot. "Phase two complete. Going in for the kill soon."

Tony followed Loki out into the cool spring night and kept the pathetically lame smile on his face. He caught Loki's harsh gaze and decided to play dumb. "What?"

"Do I have to say it?"

Tony looked at the ground. "I'd prefer you didn't," he muttered.

Loki stopped and crossed his arms. "You had an erection because of that woman, Anthony!"

Tony stopped too and pretended to be offended. "I did not!" Loki cocked his head and Tony gave in. "Okay, so I might have been at half-mast."

Loki aimed a pale finger at Tony's lap. "That was not half-mast!"

"Okay!" Tony lifted his hands in surrender. "You didn't hear the things she was saying," he said defensively.

Loki began walking again. "There was no need. I saw her…touching you and leaning toward you. I don't like the way she looks at you."

Tony caught up and couldn't help the grin that curved one side of his mouth. "How does she look at me?"

Loki rounded on him and Tony jerked to a stop. "Like she wants to have a cup of tea with you, Anthony! What do you think?"

"Would you calm down? Nothing happened." Loki said nothing but eyed Tony, making the shorter man lift his hands in surrender. "I swear! I'm not particularly fond of how she talks to me either, you know."

Loki scoffed. "You have a peculiar way of showing it," he said, moving forward once again.

Tony crab-walked as he faced Loki and kept talking. "I didn't and I do not do anything, Loki. I swear." Loki surprised him by laughing. He had to laugh at the ridiculous of the whole situation.

"You flirt back, you know."

"Not always!" He straightened again. "And I don't mean to. It's like a habit."

Loki growled under his breath. "You let her put her hands on you, Anthony."

"I don't enjoy it." Tony glanced down and saw Loki's clenched fist. He took it in his hand, holding it until Loki finally relented and opened it, letting Tony slip his fingers between the long slender ones. Loki gave Tony's hand a light squeeze and sighed.

"There is something about her, Anthony. She makes me uneasy. She dresses scantily; her whole demeanor screams, 'sex!' And she flirts like mad with you. And me!" He looked quizzically at Tony when he stopped again and pulled on his arm.

"What? You didn't tell me that."

"Well, she doesn't do it in front of the whole student body, now does she?" He motioned toward the library, dropping Tony's hand.

"Loki."

"What?" Tony raised his eyebrows, his lips in a small pout. Loki yielded, knowing he was in the wrong on that point, and gave a slight bow. "I am sorry. I should have told you. But since I care not a lick what that woman—and I use that in the loosest of terms—says or does, I did not see the point in sharing the information."

Tony crossed his arms and looked away. "I would've told you."

Loki smiled, laughed. "Liar."

"Am not." Loki gave him a pointed look. "Okay, maybe a little." He held out his hand for Loki's again and they continued walking. "I'll talk to Banner; see if I can get out of this."

"Talk to her, Anthony."

He sighed heavily. "I will. I don't like it any more than you do, babe."

"Thank you," Loki murmured. They walked in a comfortable silence for a moment. "And tell her to keep her dirty paws off of what is mine."

"Excuse you," Tony pulled his hand from Loki's. "I am not your property."

Loki smirked, moved closer to Tony. "I wasn't speaking of you, my love."

"Then what—" He felt Loki's fingers brush over the front of his zipper and let out a breathy laugh. "Wait. Who said it's yours?"

"Do you deny it?" Loki bent his head to press a kiss to Tony's lips. He pulled away when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at it. "It's Natasha. She's not happy with us."

"Blame Amy," Tony muttered as Loki took his hand again and led them down the path to the dorms.

Loki responded to Natasha, texting with one hand. "Oh, believe me; I plan to."

"And it's only yours when I say so." Pouting, Tony took his hand back and walked ahead of Loki. Loki sent off the text to Natasha, smirked, and picked up his pace to catch up.

Clint's project for sociology was on dating behavior and he had decided to use himself and Natasha, Thor and Jane, and Loki and Tony as his subjects. After they had finally finished, Clint invited everyone to stay and hang out. Natasha followed Loki into the kitchen where he was making tea.

"What's going on with you two?"

Loki glanced at her. "And which two would that be?"

"You and Tony, duh. I could feel the tension coming off of you both the second you walked through that door tonight." Loki gave her a questioning look. "Well, more him than you. And he was being a little surly the entire time Clint questioned you two." She turned to pull down two mugs from the cupboard behind her then opened the one next to it to get Loki's favorite tea. "So what happened?"

He made a noise, an unhappy one. "In a word: Amy."

"That crazy chick he's tutoring?"

"Yes." He pulled two packets out and handed the box back to Natasha to put away.

"What'd she do? Hit on him?"

Loki grinned at his best friend. "Is there nothing that gets past you, dear?"

Natasha smiled and shook her red curls. "No. But I have been witness to some mild to not-so-mild flirting. And, oh my god, the night we met her at Tony's party? I highly doubt that was the last time she came on to you. Did you catch her in the act at least? Is that why you fought?"

"We did not fight." Natasha cocked a brow. Loki's head bobbed side to side. "We may have argued a little. I found them in the library. She had her hand practically on his…" His lips curled along with his hand. "Well let's just say it's my favorite part of his anatomy."

Her green eyes grew wide as the tea kettle started to whistle. "And you didn't pull her hair out right then and there?"

Loki shrugged half-heartedly and switched off the burner the kettle was on. "I chose to give him the benefit of the doubt."

She considered briefly. "I would've pulled her hair out."

Loki laughed as he poured the hot water into two waiting mugs. "I am sure you would have done a lot more damage than that, Natasha." He turned and held out the tea for her.

"True," she answered as she accepted it. "I do like to cause damage." She blew on her steaming tea a few times, eyed Loki over the rim of the black mug. "You want me to rough her up a little?"

"Natasha," Loki scolded after tut-tutting at her.

She lifted her shoulders. "I can make it look like a random beating."

Loki chuckled and sipped at his tea. "Do you believe yourself to be my bodyguard?"

Her brows lifted and fell. "You have to admit I'd be the best person for the job."

"What job?" Tony asked as he zoomed into the kitchen looking for the coffee.

"Being Loki's bodyguard," Natasha answered, moving aside when Tony reached over her head for a mug. She was so distracted she didn't catch the warning shake of Loki's head. "And kicking Amy's ass."

Loki threw up his hands and sent Natasha an exasperated look. Then he caught Tony's glare. "I didn't offer; she asked!" he said by way of explanation. Tony simply shook his head and went back to scooping coffee into the filter.

Natasha made an apologetic face at Loki and mouthed 'sorry.' Loki waved it away, glancing down at Tony.

"It's late, love. Should you be drinking coffee this close to bed?"

The entire room went silent when Tony forced the filter holder back into the machine, making a loud noise with it. His eyes slid to Loki's, dark brown with anger and irritation, as his hands fisted.

"Chicks, alcohol, now coffee. Anything else you'd like me to give up for you, your highness?" He threw down the spoon he had used to scoop in the coffee, and it bounced, clanging into the sink, as he stormed out.

Loki felt every eye in the room on him. Calmly, and without sparing a glance at any of them, he set down his tea and followed.

Tony slammed every door on the way to his bedroom. Once in his sanctuary, he kicked his desk chair making it roll across the floor, and screamed out a loud swear. He just stood there, glaring at nothing, breathing heavily at his heightened temper.

"Would you care to tell me what that was about?"

Tony jolted at the sound of Loki's voice and pressed a hand to his already racing heart. He straightened his back before facing his boyfriend, standing in the doorway looking every bit the cool, calm collected one. "No, I don't." Because he had no idea what else to do, Tony started to pace. Loki remained by the door, his arms crossed casually over his chest, and watched Tony move across the room. His brows furrowed at the way Tony continuously skimmed his fingers through his hair. The same black brows lifted when Tony growled and rumbled to himself. "It's not you, okay? So just…go away," he mumbled.

Still as calm as when he walked in, Loki said, "I'll leave. After you tell me what has you in such a fit."

"I'm not in a fit!" Tony picked up an old chemistry book lying just under his bed near his foot and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a loud bang and fell to the floor with a slap. Tony finally stopped and looked at Loki as the taller man closed the bedroom door behind him and leaned back against it, keeping his hands behind him.

"What is wrong?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing! God, can't a guy have a bad day without everyone harping all over him?" His face scrunched into an angry pout.

"Who has harped on you, dearest?"

Tony bristled at the endearment. To add to his unexplained anger, Loki's quiet demeanor was starting to piss him off. "Everyone!" he complained.

Loki felt that they were getting nowhere and his patience was starting to wane. He inhaled deeply and again kept his voice low. "Anthony." Tony didn't answer him but he did kick his mattress. "Could you look at me for one moment, please?" With his hands fisted on his narrow hips, Tony whirled around and glared at Loki. "Why are you so upset?"

Tony's shoulders lifted and fell. "I'm not upset."

Loki's eyes roamed around the room. "Your doors, your chair, and your chemistry textbook would say otherwise. If you tell me, darling, then I will leave you be. I promise."

"I. Am. Not. Upset!"

Loki said nothing, even as Tony stomped his foot with every word and looked about ready to strangle someone. He just set his gaze on his raging boyfriend and eyed him silently. A small sigh of relief escaped Loki's lips when Tony crumpled into himself and, with a groan, fell to a sitting position on the bed. He dropped his head in his hands and pushed at his hair before returning his hands to cover his face.

"How did you…" Tony seemed to struggle with his words. "How did you do it? How did you go back and forth the way you did?"

Loki rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, a silent plea for patience. He had an idea what Tony meant, but he asked anyway, "Between what, love?"

Tony still hid behind his hands, his words now muffled. "Guys and girls."

His suspicion confirmed, Loki moved away from the door. He reached for Tony's desk chair and rolled it over to the bed to sit in front of him. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees so he could be closer to Tony without touching him and setting him off again. "I was waiting for this to happen."

Tony dropped one hand and rested his head on the other. "What?"

One side of Loki's mouth lifted. "Your identity crisis."

Tony bolted upright. "That's not funny, Loki."

"I'm not making a joke, Anthony." Loki sat up as Tony relaxed minutely. "I told you once before that not everyone is like me. In the same way you went from female to female since you were…" He looked to Tony for the answer.

"Fourteen," he supplied.

"Four—fourteen?" Loki questioned, his voice rising slightly in pitch. Tony only shrugged and Loki nodded. "All right, fourteen. In that same way, I went from female to male and back and forth. I don't know why I never had a line drawn between the two. I simply went with what I felt." His hand was on his chest to emphasize his point and now he moved it between them. "This—being with a man after nearly a decade of chasing women—was bound to disturb your psyche eventually, sweetheart. Why do you think so many of our friends and the people who know of your reputation are surprised you are with me, Anthony?"

Tony sighed, knowing that everything Loki was saying made sense. Yet he was still frustrated, and in that frustration, he scrubbed his hands over his face and tried to hide a small sniffle. Loki watched him silently for a moment, contemplating, itching to touch him, to calm him.

"She struck a nerve with you, didn't she?" he said quietly. It was less a question, more a simple observation.

Tony didn't move at first, still hiding behind his hands. When he finally lifted his face to Loki's, his eyes were red and glistening. He shook his head guiltily and his lips quivered. "I'm sorry…"

"Oh…" Loki let out a small chuckle and rose to move next to Tony, kicking out his leg to push the desk chair away. Tony's arms went around Loki's torso in a death grip and more tears squeezed out of his tightly shut eyes. Loki struggled for breath but didn't want to break the contact.

"I'm so sorry, Loki."

Loki ran his hands over Tony's hair and back, soothing and calming like he wanted to, and kissed the crown of his head. "You've nothing to be sorry for." He rocked them a little, pausing when a thought occurred to him. "Unless…"

Tony pulled back enough to look up at Loki. "Unless what?"

Loki lifted his brows. "Unless you want to…" The words got caught in his throat, suddenly thick with emotion and fearful of Tony's response. "Do you want to be with a woman again, Anthony?"

"No!" Tony sat up and grabbed Loki's arms, not realizing his fingers were digging into Loki's skin. He sighed and shook his head again. "I don't—I hadn't thought—I mean I didn't until…"

"Until Amy brought it up," Loki finished.

Tony nodded, his eyes tearing up again. "I swear, I haven't thought about anybody else or wanted anyone else since I've been with you." Tony's hands went to Loki's face cupping it between his hands as Loki's eyes filled. "I love you, Loki." Loki blinked and tears trickled from his eyes. He unintentionally laughed, unsure why he was getting so emotional. "I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of doing. And I am so afraid that…" He stopped because his voice cracked. "I'm afraid that I'm going to fuck this up so bad. Because Howard's right; that's what I do. I fuck things up."

Loki had been leaning back with Tony's weight on him and at Tony's words he sat up straighter, pulling his lover's hands away from his face by the wrists. "You do not, Anthony. I never want to hear those words come from your lips again. Do you understand me?"

Tony grinned softly and his fingers curled into Loki's sweater. "That's why I love you." Loki, still angry at his words, said nothing. "You don't see me as a fuck-up. You don't let me get away with my stupid shit, like tonight. You don't let me push you away." He leaned forward pressing his forehead to Loki's cheek and slipped his arm around him again.

Loki stroked Tony's face. "Because I love you, too, Anthony."

Tony pulled back and his eyes wandered over Loki's face for a moment. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Loki's hard, until he could feel Loki's teeth against his own. Loki released Tony's wrist so he could steady himself after the force of Tony's kiss pushed him back. When he parted his lips to take a breath Tony took advantage of it and dipped his tongue deep into the sweet-tasting opening.

"Show me," he murmured. Tony knocked Loki's arm from under him and they fell to the bed with Tony half-mounting him.

Loki was surprised at Tony's sudden mood change, but, not one to deny Tony or himself, he gave in immediately. He fell back to the bed, holding Tony close, and at his love's words his hands moved to the hem of Tony's shirt at his sides and pushed it up until Tony pulled it off. Loki's fingers went to the front of Tony's pants and once the shirt was over his head, Tony attached his lips to Loki's once again. He pushed and shoved at his jeans and boxers until they were over his hips.

"Remind me, Loki."

Loki undid his own pants, ripped off his own shirt, and moved until Tony was under him. Moving with the rush and need growing between them, he spit into his hand and rubbed his wet fingers at Tony's entrance, pushing them in and out a few times before plunging himself into him. Tony swore viciously.

"Yes. Oh, god, Loki, yes."

Loki grunted and moaned with his movements. "Anthony…" His mouth was pulled down and Tony gasped and growled against his lips.

"I love you."

Overcome with everything he was feeling, Loki fell against Tony's body. Their arms and legs tangled together and Loki clutched onto him, pumping into him, and riding out both of their climaxes.

Nothing more was said. No movement was made aside from Loki pulling out. But he stayed right where he was, holding onto Tony, Tony holding onto him, until they both fell asleep.