"Lust is in cages until the storm breaks loose,
Just have to make it with someone I choose."
Rock You Like A Hurricane, The Scorpions.

WARNING: SERIOUS FROSTIRON SMUT

Thor caught Tony by himself the next day.

"Stark," he said, uneasily. "Something troubled you last night. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," Tony promised, not in the mood to discuss it. Loki was back now, and pretty much himself – if a little energetic – so Tony assumed they were just gonna forget about what happened.

"Was it my brother?" Thor asked quietly (or as quietly as he could). Tony shook his head. Then he nodded. Then he shrugged.

"Kind of," he admitted.

"Whatever he has done, I can only apologise. I'm sure he did not mean it," Thor assured. "He thinks very highly of you, Stark."

"He didn't really do anything," Tony sighed. "He just… he got upset by something he read and he cried and I guess he was pissed at himself for letting me see him cry. He sulked a little then left but he's back now and he's okay."

"My ears are burning," a smooth, forcibly cheerful, voice sounded behind the pair. "Anthony, I do wish you'd stop going on about me. It's flattering, certainly, but it's embarrassing too!"

"Uh… sorry, hon," Tony expected Loki to be mad at him for telling Thor what'd happened, but he seemed to be the exact opposite. He also looked different from how Tony had expected; generally if Loki had no plans, he'd mooch around barefoot in sweatpants and one of Tony's tee-shirts, his hair scooped back into a ponytail for convenience. Today he was wearing a bottle-green button down and black skinny jeans, his hair neatly combed and, Tony suspected, flat-ironed into place. He whistled jauntily to himself as he set about making a cup of coffee.

Tony and Thor exchanged a look. This kind of behaviour was not normal of Loki. He could be cheerful, definitely, but he was usually much more reserved than this – preferring to simply smile and offer less insults than usual when he was in a good mood. Both men saw what was going on with the demigod; he was making an effort to seem okay, and totally overdoing it.

"Are you alright, brother?" Thor asked, breaking the silence. "You do not seem yourself."

"Whatever do you mean?" Loki laughed, a forced, humourless sound.

"You're much more… cheerful than usual," Thor said, and Loki laughed again.

"Come now, Thor. Even I am happy sometimes," he commented, patting Thor's arm. "What have I to be unhappy about?"

Thor opened his mouth to tell him but one look from Tony cut him off. The latter smiled at Loki.

"It's great you're happy, Lo," he said, delicately. "I'm glad. Do you… do you have any plans for today?"

"Not really," Loki shrugged. "Reading, probably – and maybe you and I could spend some time together?"

"Yeah, sure, that'd be great," Tony nodded. "I'll be in the workshop all day, most likely, so just come find me when you need me, okay? Or hey, just come find me if you need someone to talk to."

"I will," Loki kissed the mortal's lips gently. "Anyway. I'm going to the library. See you soon, sweetheart."

Thor and Tony watched him leave, then exchanged a look and sigh before each going about their separate affairs.

As Tony suspected, it wasn't long before Loki sought him out, coming to the workshop and finding him poring over blueprints.

"Hey," Tony smiled at him, only briefly averting his eyes from his work.

"Hello," Loki's reply was pleasant and breezy. He stood behind the smaller mortal, placing his hands on Tony's shoulders, resting his chin lightly on the mortal's head. "What's that you're working on?"

"Just messing with a new idea," Tony said, thoughtfully, before swinging round on his swivel chair. "Nothing I can't put off for you though, babe."

"Good," Loki grinned, straddling Tony's lap, pushing his arms over the mortal's shoulders and cuddling him. "We may actually get some alone time this time. I am so bored of being interrupted by my brother and your damn friends."

"Mm. Me too," Tony agreed, unfastening the top two buttons of Loki's shirt and finding the pale man's prominent collarbone with his lips. "I've missed this. It's been too long since we've been so intimate."

"It's been three days, Anthony," Loki chuckled.

"Exactly. Too long," Tony repeated, fumbling to undo more of Loki's buttons, until the whole of his milky torso was exposed.

"Really, Anthony," Loki tutted. "Your libido will never cease to amaze me."

"It's all down to you, sexy," Tony nuzzled Loki's neck. "Really, Lo. You don't know what you do to me."

"Oh trust me, my sweet, I can feel exactly what I am doing to you," Loki chuckled seductively, grinding his hips against Tony's seductively. In doing so he elected the most delicious moan from the little man.

"Fuck, Lo. I want you. I want you here and now," Tony said, grappling at Loki's exposed torso and squeezing the slender god's butt through tight denim.

"So romantic, Anthony," Loki chuckled. "Practically Shakespearean, really."

"Shut up being so sassy and take your pants off," Tony hissed. Loki raised one eyebrow, but got to his feet, fumbling with the button on his jeans. Tony raised one eyebrow and Loki pushed the tight trousers down. "Good lord, you're beautiful."

"As are you, dear," Loki didn't retake his seat on Tony's lap, but pulled the smaller man to his feet and pulled the shirt over his head roughly, before leaning in to kiss him with raw passion. Tony pushed until Loki's back hit the wall, and he felt long, cool fingers attacking his belt buckle. His jeans were shed in a matter of seconds, leaving the two men almost naked, kissing and groping and pulling hair frantically. Loki's fingers ghosted over the waistband of Tony's boxer shorts, and the little man groaned.

"Come on, Lo. Quit teasing me," he panted.

"Oh, but it's fun," Loki mumbled, his lips pressed against Tony's jawbone. He kissed down, sucking and nipping gently as he made his way down his neck and chest. Tony's eye fluttered shut, his fingers tangling themselves in silky ebony locks. Truth be told, he could go without foreplay every time; he preferred to just get straight into it. But, whether it was the romantic element or the joy of teasing the mortal, Loki loved foreplay. He reached the waistband of Tony's underwear and eased them down, kissing down the length of the mortal's erection. He was skilled with his mouth, Tony knew all too well, and so he was disappointed when Loki simply grabbed both of his hands and pulled him down to kneel beside him on the floor.

Not wasting any time, Tony pushed the taller man so he was lying on his back, eased his underwear down, and pulled long, lean legs around his waist.

"So eager, Tony," Loki chuckled, but they both knew the feeling was mutual. He was only ever Tony in the most heated of moments, when Loki's general stuck-in-the-18th-century disposition slipped, and he became nothing more than a whimpering mess of arousal and sexual frustration. Tony only grinned in reply, pressing his fingers to Loki's lips. The god needed no instruction, coating each finger in saliva one at a time, keeping his eyes fixed on Tony's the whole time.

"Fuck, Lo," Tony whispered. "Fuck. You're so fucking beautiful."

A smile was Loki's only response; he didn't trust his voice right now. A warm wet finger pressed at his entrance, and he winced at first at the intrusion. Tony took the hint and went slowly at first, only picking up speed and adding a second finger when Loki opened his eyes with a gasp, and the grin reappeared. He grabbed Tony's shoulders, pulling the smaller man down for a kiss.

"Now, Tony," he hissed. "I want you now."

Needing no further convincing, Tony removed his fingers from Loki and pressed the head of his manhood in their place. Again, he went slowly at first, carefully regarding the expression on the other man's face, not wishing to cause him any more pain than was necessary. Loki moaned when Tony found his sweet spot, and the mortal took that as permission to pick up speed. Sure enough, as his thrusts got faster, Loki's fingers found his hair, tugging gently, drawing the most beautiful sounds from the back of Tony's throat.

"I love you," Loki whispered, dragging Tony's ear to his lips.

"I love you too, babe," Tony moaned, feeling that he was close. Loki shook his head.

"Wait for me," he pleaded.

"I don't know if I-" Tony began, but Loki cut him off with a kiss.

"You can do it. You know you can do it," Loki assured him. "Please, wait for me. I want us to finish together. I love you. You're so beautiful. I love you-"

He carried on that way until it became a blur of senseless moans and whimpers. Eventually, he nodded and, moaning each other's names, the two men climaxed together.

Panting and sweaty, Tony rolled off of Loki, collapsing beside him.

"That was amazing," he commented.

"It always is," Loki reminded him. Tony snuggled into his side and Loki's arm went around him. They lay in the quiet for several long minutes. Then Loki sat up, stretching.

"I suppose I'd better shower," he peered down at the mess on his chest, ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "Coming?"

"Sure," Tony nodded. "Just gimme ten minutes to clean up in here, kay? I'll come join you when I'm done."

"I look forwards too it," Loki pressed a small kiss on the tip of Tony's nose, before dressing and striding out of the room with such dignity that nobody would ever know what had just happened.

A/N: Hooray. You finally got your smut. You're welcome. You have no idea how hard it was to actually find a song that fit this chapter -.- Anyway. Reviews are always good, please and thank you :)