Once Tony had been fed, he was given the grand tour of the palace and most of Asgard. The rest, he was assured, would come over the course of their stay. He visited the stables with Loki where Slepnir stayed. The steed was overjoyed to see his father recovered completely. Being that they were no longer in the grove on Midgard, Tony wasn't able to understand what he was saying, but could tell Slepnir was excited none-the-less. Loki gifted him with 'all-speak', or at least that's what Loki called it. Whatever he did permitted him to understand the steed again. He informed his love that it was the only bit of magic he was allowed to give him…ever. They rode Slepnir through the countryside, while Loki showed him all of his favorite secret spots and spoke of the adventures he and Thor had as children. Asgard was truly a wondrous place, but only because Loki was there, in Tony's opinion. Upon returning to the palace grounds Loki let Slepnir run free, refusing to put him back in the stables. The steed informed them he would be visiting Fenrir later that evening.

After the great feast held in their honor was over, which of course Tony basked in (I mean come on, who wouldn't want to be adored by gods), they retired to Loki's chambers. Loki methodically loosened the buckles from his garment. Tony watched him from his seat on the edge of the bed.

"Why the hell do you guys always wear all those damn buckles and snaps and leather? I'm exhausted just watching you. Look-"Tony unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. "See, wa-la, done."

Loki chuckled softly. "I thought you of all people would understand the importance of 'flare'." He slipped the garment from his arms so he was adorned only in his leather trousers. Sauntering towards Tony, he came to stand in front of him. The god skimmed his fingers around the waist band of his jeans before hooking his fingers through the belt loops and pulling him closer. "However, I do enjoy the ease of ridding you of these pants." He tugged down quickly, letting the jeans pool at Tony's feet. The shirt was the next to follow. Tony was damn near naked and hadn't even realized it happened so fast. Next thing he knew, Loki had pushed him back to the edge of the bed and was attacking his neck with fervor. "Mmmm, I have missed the taste of you."

"Well by all means, don't let me stop you." Tony groaned and gripped the god's shoulder.

"You wouldn't."

"I wouldn't."

"Take these off." Tony rubbed his hand across the leather bound crotch feeling Loki's need for him. Three seconds later, they were both completely nude. Loki had picked him up and dragged him into the middle of his oversized bed.

Their kisses and touches had started out gently and loving, quickly turning passionate and needy. Hands roamed over exposed flesh, hips pushing against each other trying to gain friction.

Loki nipped at Tony's collar bone before delving back into eagerly parted lips. "Want you." He muttered between kissing and biting.

Tony bared his neck as the god made his way down the column of flesh and across his chest. "Then have me." He moaned. Loki's long fingers played over his thighs and down his legs spreading them further as he went lower leaving kisses and bite marks in his wake. One magically enhanced hand caressed Tony's length causing him to hiss and buck up into the touch. Loki's cool fingers felt like icy flames dancing across his cock. Tony yelped when the god set his teeth into his inner thigh. Oh, this is going to be good. I'm not going to walk for a week. "Is this going to be indicative of the night you finally 'claimed' me as your own?" That night had been the longest, erotic, most exhausting, exciting, enthralling night of his life. His god was insatiable and took as much as Tony gave. He had never been so thoroughly fucked in so many different positions. And holy-hell-in-a-hand-basket, the magic!

"Yes, Anthony. I promised you hours and you were going to hold me to my word." Loki started to pull away teasingly. "Unless, you rather not."

Tony sat up quickly, "If you leave me now with this raging hard on—"

Loki chuckled wickedly. "Oh I wouldn't dream of it. I plan on taking you long and hard. It has been far too long."

"Then get on with it, Silvertongue." Tony demanded.

The god raised a brow. Tony always made reference to his nic-name when he was impatient and thought his tongue could be put to better use. "Well, we wouldn't want to keep the great Tony Stark waiting."

Tony swallowed the biting remark as Loki dragged his tongue up the length of his cock. "F-fuck, Loki."

"Later." He traced his tongue around the sensitive head. "Now, lay down." Tony obliged quickly as Loki continued his ministration. He threated his fingers through dark locks, pulling it back so he could see Loki's face. His movements were deliberately measured as he ran his tongue around the head, sucking lightly before taking him in further, all the way, painstakingly slow. His tongue swirled wickedly delightful patterns along his length.

"God dammit." Tony muttered and tightened his hold on ebony locks as Loki moaned lowly around him. Lust filled emerald eyes locked with his own and he had to resist the urge to thrust up into that sinful mouth. Loki released him with a slight pop, yet continued to lavish Tony as he stroked him languidly. It reminded him of the first time he had seen Loki attacked a Popsicle. It was breathtakingly lude and sexy as hell. So much so, that Tony promptly gave him another when he finished with the first, just so he could watch that wicked tongue work its magic on that lucky fucking Popsicle.

"You have to stop." Tony panted, he was quite sure he was about to lose his mind at the hands of his god as he continued this delightful torture.

Loki hummed. "I don't think so." And took him in his mouth once more. One magically lubed finger prodded at his entrance, slipping in slowly. Tony gasped and winced. It had been a year, dream withstanding. Loki allowed time for him to adjust before inserting a second digit. He moaned and almost sobbed as the god worked his perineum with his thumb in small circles.

"Loki, ple—"He was cut off as the fingers struck that blessed bundle of nerves. Shouting the god's name he came hard inside that beautiful mouth that swallowed everything he gave.

Loki swiped his tongue over his upper lip, crawling back over his mortal sucking up love bites here and there until he was thoroughly marked with them. Attaching his mouth to his neck and sucked hard, nipping, as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his length. Loki pushed all the way in to the hilt and then paused, waiting for both to adjust. They rested their foreheads together, panting in unison. Loki's fingers glided over Tony's thigh, up his side and then down again. Tony skimmed his fingers over the muscles in Loki's shoulders and down his back, rolling his hips signaling he was ready. The god moved gently, hooking his arm under one of Tony's legs. The strokes were long and languid as they relished the feel of the others skin on their own.

Their ravenousness desperation to touch and taste being sated, Loki reveled in the realness of having his mortal under him, around him, holding him. It was almost too much to bear. The actuality; the words began to escape his lips as he moved rhythmically into his beloved. Tony kissed the corners of Loki's mouth as the verses, that once were spoken in a foreign tongue became clear as they fell from his lovers lips. Foreheads still pressed together, Tony's hands splayed across the god's back. He had heard these words many times over the course of their relationship, but this was the first time he truly heard the meaning behind them. When the silver tongued god's emotions ran too deep he always reverted back to his native tongue, unable to express himself in a way that his mortal could verbally understand. Silent tears flowed from russet eyes as the passion and infliction of hushed words, caught on a sob, spilled forth from the god's heart.

Loki sat back, bringing his mortal with him into his lap. The movement never ceasing as control was handed over. Tony's hands threaded through long silky strands as he brushed them away from Loki's face, arching his back as he slide down his lover's length. Words endlessly muttered against his tanned throat. Long strong fingers firm on his skin, afraid to let go. They rocked together intimately, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Tony buried his head against the pale skin of Loki's neck, panting as he listened to the whispers the god uttered, finally comprehending all that he meant to him. As though it finally dawned on him that his mortal understood the language he was speaking, Loki pulled back cupping Tony's face in his hands as their eyes connected.

Tony loved Loki like this. These were the moments the god was unguarded and could not hide behind a mask of indifference or veil himself with a witty retort. When hardened eyes could not mask the truth; the love that threatened to overflow, the love for him; they were open and vulnerable laying the god bare before him. Drawing him in, trusting him, adoring him, drowning him. This man, this god loved him. He loves him!

Tony brought his lips to Loki's, silencing the god's mutterings, pressing into him further, rolling his hips harder. Thin lips parted to except the mortals tongue as he claimed his mouth. Loki's hands moved to Tony's hips as his mortal's movements became more insistent. 'I love you' was murmured into his mouth. 'Never leave me.' His breath hitched. Tony repeated again and again. 'Never.' Was the only response.

They reached their peak together, panting and gasping at the others name passing over their lips. Breathing heavily, not uttering a sound. If they were to be honest, neither had expected their reunion to be quite like this. The emotions running too high, too deep eventually consuming them both.

So in the end, they held each other, placing feather light kisses on parted lips, as fingertips brushed along heated skin, wistfully drowning in the deep pools of their lover's eyes. Silently—wordlessly; touching, tasting, loving throughout the night and long into the next morning.

AN: ok, well this one kinda wrote itself. It was going to be smutty, but ended up lovey dovey. Now, I can end the story here, or if you would like, I can continue it. You guys are the absolute best and I value your opinion. Please let me know what you think. Besos! ~sbed