AN: be forewarned-smut. That is all.

This turned on him quickly. The sexual tension between the man of iron and the god of mischief had always been apparent, to Tony at least and now it seemed like Loki had felt it too. There was always a hint of flirting even when the snarky banter was at its height. The way those emerald green eyes burned into him, he knew he was in trouble. There was a dangerous seduction swirling in those mischievous eyes. Yeah, he was in trouble.

Loki took a step forward; Tony took a step back, keeping just out of the god's long reach. 'So, it is to be a game.' "Are we going to play cat and mouse, Anthony?" He made sure to draw out every syllable of his name. Tony knew if he really wanted to the Trickster could have him writhing under him and he would be hard pressed to do anything about it. "Don't think I didn't catch all the innuendos you've thrown at me over the years. All the secretive glances filled with want when you thought no one was looking." Loki resembled a panther stalking his prey. God's did it turn Tony on. "The great Tony Stark never denies himself anything. Why deny this?"

"Ever heard of sleeping with the enemy?" He realized he was being backed towards the tree line.

"But I am hardly the enemy anymore, am I?" Loki purred, swagger in each step. "You said it yourself we were friends." He smiled sweetly, still ever the predator.

Tony stopped. "I did say that didn't I?" He bit into his lower lip staring at Loki with "come get it" flashing in his eyes.

"You should let me do that for you." The god closed in, reaching his hand towards Tony's waist.

There was a series of painful yelps in the distance and Loki whipped around. "Slepnir! Try not to trample your brother to death." He scolded.

"He started it Father!" Slepnir limped on one side.

Loki sighed, turning back to Tony "Do not move."

Fenrir snapped at the steed's leg as he came closer. The wolf favored his left. "You did it on purpose Slepnir! I wouldn't have clawed you if you didn't kick me."

Tony watched as the god stood between his two warring sons speaking calmly yet firmly to them. Both hanging their heads lowly, not meeting their father's stern gaze. Placing a hand on each of them, he let them know he was not angry and that they should not squander this precious time fighting. They apologized to each other and to him. Tony smiled as he observed Loki with his children. This side of him was so different than the arrogant, pain in the ass, 'I'm above it all', god he was.

Loki assessed their wounds and healed them both. Slepnir first since he was bleeding. The genius was drawn to Loki's hands. Long graceful fingers comforted and healed as wisps of magic flowed through them. His mind turned over other possibilities he could do with those lithe elegant hands. Shaking his head to clear the perverse thoughts, he saw Slepnir nuzzle his father in thanks, and then head towards the far side of the pasture.

Turning his attention to Fenrir he frowned at the sad puppy dog eyes he gave his father, his head low in submission. Loki frowned as well. His youngest was so sensitive, never wanting to disappoint. He was much like Loki in this manner. It hurt him to see this in his child's eyes. He sat down and drew the gigantic wolf into him as if he were a lap dog and held him close. Tony couldn't hear what was being said but it comforted Fenrir. As he smoothed his hands through thick fur healing magic spread throughout the wounds.

"If you two are going to play, do so with respect, not intent to harm." The wolf nodded and Loki brought their heads together. Fenrir licked the side of his face causing an eruption of laughter as Loki wiped away the slobber on his cheek. Getting to his feet, Fenrir allowed the god to scratch under his chin. Standing, Loki addressed his son as his eyes settled on Tony. "Run along now Fenrir. It's daddy's turn to play." The wolf glanced at him and bounded off in the opposite direction.

'Oh damn.' There was that predatory stare again along with a slight switch in his hips as the god of mischief made his way back to him.

"Where were we?" Loki whispered huskily as he reached for Tony's hip, pulling him flush against his own. The Tricksters heated gaze honed in on brown lustful eyes. "I believe you wanted me to fuck you."

Tony's mouth fell open as those words dripped off the god's tongue like honey. International playboy caught completely off his game by intergalactic god of mischief. If he wasn't hard as a rock now, he could definitely bust cinder blocks in half with the erection he sported now. Caution be damned. He wanted Loki, wanted him badly. He didn't care if his mythical children watched or not. Ok, he cared a little but not enough to keep the distance between them. He reached up and grasped the god by the back of the neck pulling him down into a very licentious, passionate kiss. The rumble that left Loki's throat went straight to the strain in his pants. The two fought for dominance, with the god coming out on top naturally. Tony hooked one arm around Loki's waist pulling him even closer; their arousal quite noticeable to the other.

Breaking apart, Loki licked his lips slowly savoring the taste of Tony Stark on his lips. He walked the man of iron into the tree line. He would have his way with him. Stark's hands roamed over him and he determined that they may not make it to the cover of the forest canopy as hands fell to his waist band. "Eager are we? Patience Anthony."

"Fuck that Loki. I've been patient enough over the last three years. Patience can go to hell." Loki laughed at the reference he was sure Tony didn't realize he made.

"Tell me what you want…Anthony." Once they were well within the cover of the forest he let his hands wander." And lose the shirt."

Tony obliged almost immediately. "Instead of me telling you what I want, how bout you just take what you need." Flipping the script on him, the god was prepared for it; this was Tony Stark after all.

Loki stepped away from him and circled him closely. Hands brushing him in an intimate gesture. "What I need is to have you pleading, begging for more. At my mercy to do with you what I will. I want you completely undone beneath me Anthony Stark. I need you incoherently sexed so the only word left your sinful lips can utter is my name." The Silver-tongued god said against his ear, licking across the outer shell. Tony's legs almost gave out. His cock growing harder at the promises to come.

Tony leaned back into the god, his god and brought his arm around his neck as he received light kisses and nibbles along his jawline. "Do your worst. But you better not disappoint."

"Another challenge? Ha, I have no doubt you'll tell me exactly what you want or how much, how fast, hard, more." Loki spun him around and picked him up, Tony's legs automatically wrapped around his waist. He was about to bed a god. His ego exploded it had swelled so abundant. He grasped Loki's face in both hands, kissing him fervently. Before he knew it, he was falling onto a plush satiny bed. Lithe fingers ran up his sides, pushing his arms up over his head. They lay fully pressed against each other, his legs still wrapped around god's waist, pulling him closer still; air couldn't get between them. Loki had attacked the side of his neck, sucking up a mark. 'Mine' it whispered possessively. Tony moaned as Loki ground his hips into his. This was so going to be worth the wait.

As he had promised, Anthony Edward Stark was a quivering, incoherent, thoroughly sexed mess lying beneath him and the only thing his genius mind could think of was Loki's name and how incredible he felt; completely mind blown.

Loki caressed his cheek, hair in complete disarray (he wanted to see him like this more often), bringing hooded eyes to meet his own. "Ready for more?" He smirked playfully. Tony's eyes widened slightly and he laughed at the reaction. "Surely you didn't think this little romp would satisfy a god's hunger?" His smirk turned devious and Tony shuddered with want.