Tony wondered for a moment if he was dreaming, and baring that, he looked outside his window to check if Christmas had come early. He was used to having gorgeous people in his bed, but a few year ago, he hadn't known that gods existed and now he had two of them of them in his bed.
"Tony Stark?" Sif was tilting her head at him curiously. She was leaning against the headboard, standing beside Loki, who had made himself comfortable on top of the covers. The god was leaning against the headboard and grinning madly. Loki had always been an arrogant bastard. Honestly, it was one of the things Tony liked about him. He moved his gaze back to Sif to avoid staring, but he knew it was way too late for that.
"What?"
"Are you going to accept our invitation?" She asked. He had tried not to admire Sif too often the few times she had joined them in battle. He liked to be careful when hitting on beautiful women that could kill him, since sometimes they actually tried to.
Loki was looking at him like the answer was a given. Tony wasn't about to pretend that he was wrong. He and Loki had flirted since day one and the only reason he would have turned Sif down was grinning at him from the bed.
"All you had to do was name a time and a place," Tony told them.
"Here and now," Loki retorted.
"Done and done," Tony told him. Sif's smile stole the show at his answer. It was not seductive nor mischievous as Loki's, it was genuinely happy. That charmed Tony a little more than he was expecting. He cleared his throat. "Ah... so, how do you wanna do this? Rough and tumble, slow and drawn out, kinky and loud?"
Sif laughed, laying a hand on Loki's shoulder and he turned his grin to her. She met his gaze, held it like they were sharing an inside joke, before turning back to Tony. "First, we have dinner and discuss what we like and what we do not."
"Yeah, okay, I can do that," Tony answered. "Jarvis, whip up something for our Asgardian guest."
"I shall the place their usual orders," Jarvis replied.
"Drinks!" Tony announced as he turned around. "I'll go make us something."
Loki was already standing a the bar when Tony reached it. "Excited or nervous, Stark?" Loki asked him, lining up glasses on the table and filling them with wine.
"Yes," Tony answered as he snagged one of the glasses. "And you?"
"Oh, I have waited for this chance," Loki answered, licking his lips and meeting Tony's eyes. "I was hoping I'd actually get it."
Sif came out of the room after Tony. She leaned on the counter, close enough that they were touching, and picked up her own glass. "I must admit, I am looking forward to this as well. It is not often that I get to watch others take Loki apart. I'm hoping you have as much skill as you pretend to."
Loki grinned. "I'm not expecting so much," He told Tony. "But it would be the sweet icing on the cake."
"No pressure. Only a mortal about to be overwhelmed by two gods," Tony complained.
Sif snorted. "Hardly. I think you have been wanting such an invitation since you discovered us."
"I wasn't waiting for it," Tony said. "I would expect this kind of thing from Loki, so I was kinda waiting for that, but I never thought you'd be into it. Natasha seemed more type."
"I would not be opposed," Sif answered. "Loki and I come together, however, and she would be a lot less receptive."
"Fair point."
"And I expect you would be more fun," She added. "The Widow would be looking for weaknesses and try to battle us in bed. While that has it's merits, it does not always make for fun encounters. She is more Loki's type than mine. He is not afraid to take those that wish his death to bed. I do not see the appeal."
"The appeal is in the thrill," Loki answered. "There is nothing more satisfying than taking some who utterly disdains you and turning them into a puddle of pleasure." His expression became one of reminiscence.
"Is that something you do often?" Tony asked.
"Not for a long time, now," Loki answered. His gaze went to Sif and he smiled.
Tony took a few more swallows of wine. Loki filled his glass again, placing the bottle within reach on the counter. "So, Stark, do you top?"
Tony choked at the abruptness of the question. Sif giggled and slapped Loki's arm. "Loki! At least let him swallow first."
"Ah, but I like it when they choke," He replied.
She slapped him again and Loki grinned. Tony suddenly realized that he might be in trouble. These two were stupidly in love. They bickered and bantered, they were clearly very familiar with each other, and that meant that he would be baring the brunt of their attention. His excitement and nervousness doubled.
Loki reached out and placed his hand on Tony's. Tony looked at him and Loki smiled. "Do you prefer to top or to bottom?"
"It depends," Tony answered. "I'm not a stranger to either. What about you?"
"Whenever viable, prefer to top men and be topped by woman," Loki answered. "Though I pride myself on being flexible, so negotiations are always open for other options."
"And what are my other options?"
"Oh, everything is an option, Stark. Placing some cards on the table?"
Tony looked between the two of them. Sif was watching them with bright amused eyes, sitting to the side as if this was a show made just for her. He supposed that it was, since her stated desire was getting to watch Loki be taken apart. Tony looked away from Loki to focus his attention on her. "And what do you prefer?" He asked.
"Me?" She repeated with a grin. "I like to ride men to their graves, but Loki insist that I let them live long to please him." There was mischief in her eyes. Tony suddenly had the feeling that they were a perfect pair. "I share similar taste to Loki in this regard, though I have found very few women that are interesting enough to submit to."
"I should introduce you to Pepper," Tony told her.
"The feisty one that bosses you about from time to time?" Sif questioned, tilting her head as she tried to recall the name.
"That's the one."
Loki's grin widened. "Now that would be a sight. Women on Asgard bow much too easily."
"Most women," Sif corrected.
Loki reached out to take her hand. "Most women," He amended. "Though certainly not this woman." He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.
Tony looked away from them as he took another sip of his wine. "No wonder you seem so difficult to charm. This asshole feeds you lines like candy, you must be sick of the stuff."
Loki frowned. "They are not lines, Stark."
"That was totally a line," He mumbled back.
"Sir, the food has arrived," Jarvis announced.
"Right on time," Tony said. "I'll go set up."
Jarvis ordered a ton of food. Not surprising, since Asgardians ate as much as three people. There was a spread of fruits, cheeses, vegetables, and meats, as well as a host of desserts. It was a little light for what they were probably used to, but a big meal wasn't really conducive for what they had in mind.
"Alright!" Tony clapped his hands together. "Dinner is served." He turned around and jumped at the discovery of his sudden proximity to his guest.
"It's ready?" Sif questioned.
Tony placed a hand over his heart. "What are you, ninjas?" He questioned.
Sif looked at him with question, then turned that look to Loki. The man just shook his head at her before addressing Tony. "She is a skilled warrior, stealth is full and well part of her skill set."
"And you?"
"Nothing is beyond me, Stark," Loki answered with a smug smile.
"Well, the food is here, as you can see." Tony gestured behind him.
"So, shall we dine?" Loki asked.
"Help yourself," Tony said.
Sif sat herself at the middle of the table and kicked out a chair for Loki, who ginned and plopped himself down at her behest. Tony took a seat to her other side. Loki immediately loaded his plate with the various desserts. Sif rolled her eyes at him. "Truly, Loki? You are going to limit yourself to sweets?" Sif placed a little of everything on a plate and handed it to Tony before doing the same for herself.
Loki liked the icing off of a cupcake in an exaggerated motion. "You are going to limit yourself from dessert?"
She frowned at him before turning to Tony. "Loki has too big of sweet tooth," She told him. "He persist on nothing else if left to his own devices."
"A noble existence if there ever was one," Loki insisted.
"I can't fault his logic," Tony said. He shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, thoughts of manners and good impressions forgotten until afterward. He swallowed as quickly as he could. "Uh, sorry. That was probably... rude... or something."
Sif waved off his concern. "Table manners have never been a big deal to me. Loki on the other hand..."
"Is it my fault that I do not wish to be a barbarian like the rest of you?" Loki asked primly. He took a dainty bite of his dessert and looked away from them.
Sif laughed. "He does his prince act in all places but the bedroom," She told Tony. She made a show of whispering to him, but her voice was clearly pitched to carry.
"I am a prince there, as well," He objected.
"Oh?" She grinned. "Are you a prince when you have every hole stuffed full from a different lover?"
Loki's cheeks tinted the slightest bit and Tony was absolutely delighted watching their exchange. "I-it's a prince's duty to serve the people."
"On hands and knees, yes?"
Loki colored slightly more.
"So you've got shame, after all?" Tony asked.
"Shut up, Stark." Loki shoved the entire cupcake into his mouth, somehow managing to still look haughty. He shared a laugh with Sif.
"So, that brings up a question," Tony spoke up. He shoved a few grapes into his mouth as he waited for Loki to look at him. The man definitely took his time. Sif nibbled on bread and cheese, content to wait until Tony got an answer his question.
Finally, Loki looked at him. The man was full on pouting, lower lip slightly protruding as he responded. "What question?"
"What are you willing to do?" Tony asked. "What are you wiling to let me do?"
Loki smirked. The earlier embarrassment, if it had even been real, was gone completely. "Do you have a request, Stark?" Loki licked his lips slowly.
"Several."
"I am willing to service as well as be serviced," Loki answered. "Whether you want my mouth, my hands, or my cock, I am perfectly willing to put them in or on any part of your body. Likewise, I am willing to accept the same treatment."
"Loki has very few limits," Sif commented.
Loki was nibbling on another pastry as he answered. "I am what they call fearless."
"What about you?" Tony asked Sif.
"I am more selective about the places I allow my tongue," She told him. "And I have little love of being bent over anything."
"I'm the only one with unrestricted access to her rear end," Loki said.
Sif scowled. "I would hardly call it unrestricted."
"Details," Loki said. He finally reached out to snag a few pieces of sliced fruit, slipping them into his mouth. "I'm open to many positions and I'm willing to allow myself to be bound as long as Sif is not. I do not like blindfolds and I refuse to be gagged." Loki's eyes hardened. "I have few hard limits, mortal, but this is one that will be absolutely respected. Understood?"
"Hey, I get it! I get it!" Tony said, holding his hands up in surrender. "No gagging."
Loki narrowed his eyes. "I certainly hope for your sake that you do not forget, lest you join very unwise ranks with those that have tested me."
"I can't understand why anyone would need to push your limits when you seem to hardly have any."
"A consequence of sleeping with those that hate you," Sif spoke up. "They do not tend to like you enough to respect your wishes, and in fact, take pleasure in making you uncomfortable." She met Loki's gaze. He looked away first, taking a sip of wine from his glass.
"Share with him your taste, Sif," Loki urged.
"I don't mind being gagged or blindfolded if my hands are free," She told him. "I'll allow myself to be tied if I'm not tied to anything and I share Loki's condition of him being free if I am bound. I'm willing to have sensory deprivation if Loki is uncompromised. I will not be injured, so no knife play, asphyxiation, or lashings."
"I am willing to have all three," Loki answered. "Not at the same though. Not after last time..."
"You two really get around," Tony commented.
"Immortality is a long time," Sif said. "More than enough time to try many things with any people if one has a desire to do so."
"And now it is your turn, mortal."
"Not really into sensory deprivation," Tony said first. "I'll do blindfolds, gags, and bondage, but not all at the same time. Not really willing to play with dangerous stuff for now. So knives and the rest is absolutely out."
"I think we've covered a fair amount of ground for the night," Loki said. "Shall we precede with the rest of the night's activities?"
Tony was surprised, when he looked at the table, that so much food was gone. The conversation was much more engaging than he had realized. He felt a good amount of chemistry with both of them and he was more relaxed than he was anticipating.
"Shall we go to bathe?" Sif asked.
"Let's," Loki said. He looked to Tony, waiting for the man to take the lead. Tony stood. "Alright, follow me."
