"All your friends think I'm too young for you,
You tell I can do what guys their age can do."
Love You Down, Ready for the World.
A/N: I didn't draw the pic I found for the new cover. Found it on Google images. I don't know who did draw it but full credit to the artist.
As soon as they got to the bedroom, Loki was pushing Tony on top of the bed, pinning him down by his shoulders and kissing him possessively.
"Mine," Loki all but growled into Tony's mouth. Tony panted, supressing a moan. He'd never admit it, but he loved when Loki got all possessive and dominant like this. Liked being made to feel like he belonged to Loki, like he was a possession.
"Yours," Tony agreed, his hands knotting in Loki's hair, and fuck, it was soft for all those split ends. "So fucking beautiful, Lo."
"As are you, dear," Loki whispered in Tony's ear and fuck, even his voice was practically orgasmic. He wanted to tell Loki that, wanted to tell him how much he loved the way Loki's hands felt on his skin, loved the way Loki's voice sounded. He so wanted to tell him that, so he tried his damn best.
"Thanks, Shakespeare," was what came out and that made Loki laugh. Tony groaned. "Fuck, your laugh. You're perfect."
"Far from it, but thank you," Loki's lips were latched onto Tony's neck, and his hands working at the buttons of the mortal's shirt. Tony's hands went to do the same for Loki, but cool fingers brushed his own away. "Ah-ah. Not until I say so, there's a good boy." Loki scolded and fuck, if that didn't endear Tony all the more to him.
"Bastard," Tony hissed and Loki chuckled again.
"Language, Anthony. Wouldn't want me to have to punish you, would you?" Loki was at his waist now. Tony raised one eyebrow.
"I dunno. Maybe that's exactly what I want," he hissed and Loki smirked.
"Such a dirty boy," he tutted. "Honestly. What will I do with you?"
"You can do anything you want to me, baby," Tony panted, pulling Loki down by his shoulders for a rough, passionate kiss. Loki smirked at that.
"Anything, you say?" he asked, and Tony nodded. "How about this?"
Loki's hands went up to tangle with Tony's hair. He tugged sharply – they immediately withdrew his hands with a pained yelp, clutching at his wrist and breathing heavily through his teeth.
"Fuck! Lo, are you okay?" Tony scrabbled to his knees beside the taller man.
"Fine," Loki said, through gritted teeth. When he looked up at Tony his eyes were wet. "No violence, remember?" he indicated the cuff on his wrist.
"Oh. Yeah," Tony swallowed. How could he be so dumb as to forget? He hadn't taken into consideration that the cuff might affect their sex life – but now he thought about it, they were both into roughing each other up, no matter who as on top. "I'm sorry, honey."
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault," Loki sniffed, though he did partially blame Tony. Couldn't he have protested the cuff any more than he had? And anyway, Anthony had programmed the damn thing. Loki still wasn't entirely sure as to how the whole computer science thing worked but was sure there was some way Tony could've changed it slightly so as to ensure it didn't get involved in their intimate life.
Loki's attention was stolen quite suddenly by Tony's lips on his wrist, just above the cuff. He stroked Tony's hair gently and sighed, bringing the smaller man up to his lips with a careful hand under his chin. He pushed the two of them so they were lying flat on the bed.
Tony carded his fingers through Loki's hair, finding a single strand and fiddling with it, dividing it up and twining each section around each other. Loki let him for a minute, before laughing.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Braiding your hair," Tony held up the plait for Loki to see. Loki's brow furrowed.
"Gods, I used to braid my hair when I was a teenager. I stopped doing it when I was about twenty-two," he commented, and Tony looked amused.
"What you had like a phase?" he said.
"Oh, I had many phases," Loki smirked. "From what I've observed, Midgardian and Aesir youths aren't all that different."
"Except if you and Goldilocks are anything to go by, everyone on Asgard talks like they've swallowed a dictionary," Tony chuckled. "Y'know, I think I've still got a photo of me in my Goth phase somewhere. I'll have to dig it out for you, you'd love it, Rock of Ages."
"I would?" Loki quirked one eyebrow.
"Oh yeah," Tony cringed slightly at the memory. "I was all dyed-black hair and leather and studs and eyeliner. Right up your alley."
"Very funny," Loki raised both eyebrows. "I think you'll find I've never worn eyeliner in my life."
"Yeah well, you don't need too. I love your eyes. Fucking mesmerizing," Tony stroked his fingers over Loki's eyelids and the demigod shivered.
"Yours are beautiful," he said, leaning his forehead against Tony's.
"You're just saying that because I said it to you," Tony remarked, but he wasn't exactly complaining. Loki looked genuinely offended that Tony would think such a thing.
"I mean it," Loki insisted. "They're beautiful. Warm. Inviting. Never in two thousand years have I seen eyes so friendly."
"Two thousand years?" Tony repeated.
"Or thereabouts," Loki shrugged.
"Wait. Don't you know how old you are?" Tony sounded confused. Loki tutted.
"When you live for millennia you stop keeping count eventually," he said, nonchalantly. "The last birthday I celebrated was… four hundred, I think. Since then I've barely kept track. Mother would know, she always kept count of Thor and I's birthdays. But anyway, I digress. I'm slightly over two thousand, if my memory serves me correctly."
"Holy shit, Grandpa," is all Tony can think to say, and it makes Loki laugh more than it should. "Wait. Hold up, Macbeth. This means you were Shakespeare, like… before Shakespeare was Shakespeare."
"Um… yes," Loki's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of what Tony had said. "I think we'll still stick with… damn, what was it we decided? Twenty-seven?"
"You know, it's kinda crazy," Tony commented, with a chuckle. "If we go with twenty seven, I'd be old enough to be your dad. But if we go with your actual age you're old enough to be my ancestor."
"It is odd," Loki said, thoughtfully. "Still. Age is just a number, isn't it?"