Celebration indeed.

The entire day was one big party. And then there was the after party. Which of course is always better than the real party.

Tony was impressed actually. Asgardians could really get down.

The long table they sat at was full of many different meads and wines. They were seated on large harem style pillows thrown about here and there. The lighting was low and soft, strangely seductive music played in the back ground.

Your usual characters were there. The Warriors Three, Sif, Asgard's Princes and the only two mortals in the foreign land sat at the main table together. Tony assumed this was the VIP section.

Steve and Tony sat next to each other with Volstagg and Hogan on either side of them. Loki, Sif, Thor and Fandral sat across from them. All were dressed in the finest cloth Asgard had to offer. Even Tony and Steve relented and donned the rich fabric. Steve in shades of blue and white, Tony in a rich red with gold embroidery. Fitting.

The King and Queen opted out of the late night shindig. They tended to get a bit rowdy for their tastes. The Queen had other engagements with her grandsons. They had taken up residence down the long hall from Loki's chambers for the night, deciding to give her son and his mortal some quality time. It took a lot of convincing on her part and one 'stop being such a mother hen, that's Steve's job' from Tony and he reluctantly agreed. There was no parental supervision and Frigga was going to do what any good grandmother does: spoil her grandchildren rotten.

~break~

"So, why does Robin of Locksley keep looking at me funny?" Tony leaned into ask Volstagg between his bites of- boar?-maybe.

"You see, Fandral has always had this," The redhead waved a turkey leg around, " 'thing' for our young prince. However, Loki would never give him the time of day, shooting down all his advances. My guess is that he's jealous that a mere mortal has captured his fancy where he has failed. No offense, of course." The bearded man tore into the drumstick.

"None taken. I could see why he wouldn't. This guy seems pretty full of himself in a smarmy kind of way. I know he's part of your Three Musketeer's but, look at him. He just looks so…douchy." Tony plastered on one of his best fake smiles when Fandral glanced over at him, the blond returned the gesture.

"Dearest."

"Yes, sweetheart?" Tony answered, the words dripping with sugar.

Loki knew that smile and it meant trouble. He didn't want Tony getting into a pissing contest, especially with Fandral. He had picked up a bit of his conversation with the rather rotund garbage disposal. "Behave."

Tony reached across the table for Loki's hand, bringing it to his lips before tenderly kissing the inside of his wrist. "Not a chance in hell, babe." He winked, never breaking eye contact. Suck it, Fandral.

Loki smirked mischievously. "Very well, but do try to save some of that naughtiness for later." He could feel the heated glare bearing down on them from across the table. Oh the night was definitely going to be interesting.

The wine and mead flowed, the music played louder than before as the crowd became more raucous.

Steve was having a laughing fit over something Tony had said that wasn't even that funny. Tony raised a brow and grinned widely. "Why my dear Capt. Rogers, I do believe you are drunk." Thor's hearty laughter boomed through the hall at Steve's look of indignation.

"I ob-object. I can't get drunk! I'm a s-super soldier." The last word came out as a shaky laugh and Steve fell backwards into the pillows.

They all started laughing as Tony helped him sit up. "Oh, how I wish I was getting this on film."

"My friends, if you like that, then you should definitely try this." Thor reached for a large jug and poured a glass for Tony and Steve. "Now, a word of warning, this is quite potent so drink it slowly."

Steve was all about it and eagerly took the glass, which Tony quickly took from his hand. "God, I can't believe I'm being the responsible one. Eat something first you lush." Steve pouted but did as he was told. "And you," pointing to Thor, "Stop encouraging him."

"Relax friend Stark, let him live. How often has the Captain been able to cut loose in his life? He will be fine." Thor waved off his concern.

"Alright Point Break, but when he's throwing up and dry heaving later, you're holding his head over the toilet bowl." Tony took a sip of the wine, it ran through his system, quickly, setting his skin tingling. "Oh, this is good." Draining half the glass he felt extremely warm. Looking around the room he began noticing how others interacted with each other. The slight touch of a hand, a graze here or there, a smile, a wink, a flirtatious laugh. Finishing the drink, he refilled the cup. His gaze fell on Loki and Sif as he whispered in her ear, a smile on his lips. Sif's eyes flinted over to Steve. She gave a short burst of laughter at Loki's words. The god pulled away and his eyes locked on Tony. The engineer's mouth immediately went dry. He watched as Loki's tongue peaked out to wet his lips. He closed his eyes trying to fight the urge to crawl across the table and attack that wicked mouth. What the hell was in that drink? Opening his eyes, Loki had tilted his head with curiosity as Tony's lustful eyes raked along the column of his pale exposed throat. He swore he could see the god's pulse from here. Tony bit his lip as he came back up to that mouth that was now pulling up at one corner.

He jumped suddenly as Steve put his hand on his arm. His touch was like fire. The Captain leaned in, "Tony, I have a problem."

He looked into those cornflower blue eyes that were blown wide with hunger. "Whoa, Steve, I can't help you there man."

"I feel the need to take off all my clothes, right now. It is so damn hot in here." He agreed with him there, but looking around, no one else seemed to notice. Steve was breathing hard. "Here, calm down." He handed him his glass. Which Steve downed it like a shot.

"Oh that so didn't help." Rogers pulled at his color.

Sif leaned towards Loki. "Are your mortals well? They seem to be having a problem."

Loki shrugged, but really looked them over. Hmm, curious. "Anthony, pray tell, how fair thee?"

At the sound of his name on Loki's tongue his eyes rolled closed and he moaned softly. Opening them again he stared deeply into those captivating green orbs. Transfixed, he did almost crawl over the table to get to him. The god's brow shot up as Volstagg grabbed his arm and sat him back down. "Thanks for the intervention Red, but do me a favor, don't touch, I feel like someone slipped me some ecstasy."

At Volstagg and Sif's confusion, Loki explained. "It's a drug that heightens sensitivity to touch." They let out a collective 'Ah'. "Anthony hand me you glass." Tony did so, shuddering as Loki's fingers brushed against his. He grabbed Steve's drink (who was more focused on Sif at the moment) and chugged it. Loki sipped the drink. "Where did you get this?"

"Your brother gave it to us." Tony switched spots with Sif, seeing that Steve had convinced her to come to his side of the table.

"Thor, you dolt! This is Elven wine. Why would you offer this to them? They do not have the resistance to its influence as we do." Loki scolded.

"I saw no harm. My apologies, brother. I was simply being hospitable." Thor offered a crooked smile as he watched Steve pet Sif's hair. The amazing thing was that she allowed it.

"Let me guess, Elven wine is chocked full of aphrodisiacs?" Tony breathed in Loki's scent as he settled in next to him.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is. I am sorry, my love." Loki caressed Tony's cheek as he leaned into the touch.

"It's ok, Lok's. Might actually help Rogers get laid." He snickered as Sif poured him another cup of liquid sex.

Loki hummed and pulled him in as Tony leaned against the god, stroking his thigh. It caused several glances at them, being that none, other than Thor or Sif, had seen the dark prince show affection to anyone. "Would you like some more?" Loki poured him another and offered it to him after taking a generous sip from the glass.

"Yes, but I would rather you kiss me first." Tony's voice was heavy with desire.

"Mmm, gladly." Loki tipped Tony's chin back, brushing their lips together chastely, before Tony reached behind the god's neck pulling him into a very passionate kiss. It took everything Tony had not to crawl into his lap then and there. Breaking away, Loki placed one last peck to his lips. "I will demand more of that later."

"I would be disappointed if you didn't." Tony turned back towards the others, who were now acting as if there hadn't been a serious make out session just going on. His attention is pulled to Thor as he speaks animatedly about the hunt. Loki continues stroking his thigh, his fingers occasionally slipping between his legs. He catches Fandral glaring daggers into him and he can't resist running his tongue over his lips, still tasting Loki on them, then smirking deviously at the pompous ass. Fandral narrows his eyes and jumps from his seat storming away.

Thor puzzled at the sudden departure. "I wonder what has him so upset."

"He wants what he cannot have." Hogan plainly states.

"And what is that?" The thunderer questioned.

"Me." Loki says as he brings his goblet to his lips.

Thor stared at him truly not understanding. "You jest, brother."

Loki sets the cup down and turns to his brother. "Thor, you mean to tell me after all these years you have never noticed?" Loki gestured across the table. "The three of them knew, even witnessed a few occasions."

Thor's expression grew dark. "He made advances towards you?"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, Thor. Many times. No need to get overly protective about it now." As to prove his point Tony snaked his arms around Loki's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

Thor's mood lightened. "I suppose I had nothing to worry about. However, you are my brother and I will always be overly protective."

Loki shook his head and ran his hand along the outside of Tony's leg causing him to clench his fist in Loki's tunic. Before he could turn to assault the god's neck, Sif addressed him. "How did you escape the wrath of an over bearing older brother?"

"Well, I nearly didn't. We, uh, hadn't told Thor about us yet. Loki and I had been together about five months before Goldie Locks paid us an unexpected visit, catching us lounging in our robes cuddled up on the couch."

Thor let out a belly laugh. "You are surprisingly agile and quick, Anthony. If it wasn't for Loki's intervention and indubitable arguments you may have ended up under the intensive care of your Midgardian healers."

"As if I was the one to sully your virginal reputation." Tony said with false indignation. It was more of a sting towards Thor's perception of his baby brother, than Loki himself.

Loki turned to him feigning shock. "The scandal Mr. Stark! And to think, me with all these children out of wedlock."

Thor shook his head in merriment. "Okay you two. You have made your point." Both men sloppily kissed Thor on the cheek. The thunder god laughed hysterically as he pushed them both away.

With a frisky gleam in his eye, Loki stood and held out his hand to Tony as he finished the last of his drink, that warmth continuing to flow through him. "Dance with me." Tony took his god's hand. This wine was really starting to get to him and now Loki wanted to dance? Holy fuck, if he didn't get him naked and in bed soon he was certain he would die from lack of release.

"Loki, I—"

They found their spot amongst the others dancing the night away. The god turned towards him, the flames of desire swirling in his eyes. "Just follow my lead." They bowed to each other; the dance starting very formally, reminiscent of a Midgardian waltz. The music became something more seductive and familiar. Hmm, Wreath of Barbs. Loki brought his left hand up to Tony's right, palms flat against each other; pushing apart, pulling together again. Eyes never breaking contact. Loki wrapped his hand around Tony's so now they were clasped firmly together. Coming together, pushing away, and pulling together until they were flush against each other. The god intertwined their fingers as they began a slow grind. Lithe fingers came to rest at the mortal's waist as Tony wrapped his other hand around his neck. Everyone else faded around them, even with the open stares they received.

Neither cared what others thought. Dancing this closely with another man, a human at that, was unheard of from royalty. They didn't call him the God of Mischief for nothing. He certainly didn't mind ruffling a few feathers. Let them whisper, he was used to it. If he wanted to dance with his lover, by the Nine he was going to do it. And then he was going to take this man so his moans and screams would echo throughout the palace walls. Mmm, yes. That would be nice. Anthony was already putty in his hands from the Elven wine. Oh, he couldn't wait. The grip he had on Tony's hip tightened when full lips brushed against his own. Tony moaned softly. "More please." He begged. Those words shooting straight to his groin. Tony pulled him a little closer, they moved as one with the rhythm. Both feeling the others need, growing between them.

"More what, Anthony? Tell me what you need." Loki whispered against his lips.

"Everything." He connected their mouths which immediately opened to become a battle of wills and tongues.

Loki pulled away breathlessly, his thumb grazed Tony's bottoms lip. "Now."

"Yes, now."

They turned and calmly walked out of the hall, after biding everyone a quick good-night.

They picked up their pace once the doors were closed behind them. The god pointed to a small alcove and chuckled lowly. Steve and Sif were going at it like teenagers at the prom.

Tony snickered. "Get a room, Rogers."

"Loki, control your mortal!" Sif warned, moaned as Steve bit down on her neck.

The god turned towards his mortal smiling deviously. "Well, you heard the lady." The fading echo of Tony's laughter was all that was heard after Loki pulled the shorter man against him and teleported to their chambers.

"J, give me some mood music." Tony husked seductively. Bedroom Hymns blared from the Stark pad. "Perfect."

Tony slammed Loki against the nearest wall attacking his lips once more, making quick work of the god's tunic. He rubbed the trickster's length through his leather pants. Ohh, going commando. Yess! This just made his job that much easier. Loki tore Tony's shirt from him and tangled his wickedly long fingers through his hair. Tony had moved on to lavish the god's neck with bites and kisses. Eliciting mewls from that sinful mouth. Working Loki's pants down past his hips he slid down that long lean taught body to run his tongue over the hard flesh in his hand.

Loki gasped leaning forward slightly, hands still tangled in that dark brown mop. "Anthony." In one swift move he took the god completely in his mouth. Loki threw his head back moaning loudly. Tony's hands moved all over pale skin, scratching sensitive areas lightly. Those sweet melodic curses Loki would utter began streaming from his lips once again. He hummed and suppressed a chuckle. His proper little god had quite the filthy mouth. He could feel Loki's length grow more ridged and his breath more erratic. Dragging the slightest bit of teeth up his cock, a guttural growl left the god's throat. Eyes connecting with emeralds set a blaze as he gave a lazy swipe of his member. Loki eyes narrowed as Tony's tongue swirled around the head.

Without warning Tony was yanked up off his knees and hoisted over the god's shoulder. Clothing completely gone, he was tossed onto the bed unceremoniously. He scooted back further as Loki crawled over him. He had that feral look in his eyes that made Tony rock hard. He continued to shuffle away, knowing what it would do to him and what he would get in return. Loki smirked and grabbed his ankle, pulling him back down until he was face to face with those licentious consuming eyes.

"Do not pretend you don't want this, Tony. (His breath hitched as his name left the god's lips) you've been trying to crawl under my skin all night." Loki's hands ran up both legs, starting at the ankle before spreading his knee's further apart. "You will scream for me. I want all of Asgard to know that this," he ran deft fingers from the tip of Tony's length to the crack of his ass, "belongs to me." Tony arched into the touch moaning loudly as Loki inserted two well lubed fingers inside him. "Look at you. You would come from my fingers alone, wouldn't you?" Tony panted hard as Loki moved his fingers slowly stretching him. "But I won't allow it." He removed them, a whine escaping Tony's lips. He watched the god coat his cock with the slick substance stroking himself for Tony's pleasure. "You want this?" Tony's eyes snapped up to Loki's face. The god had a haughty, lustful stare, hissing as his thumb came over the head. Tony licked his lips before nodding. "On your knees." He quickly did as he was told. Loki ran his hands over the muscles in his back, down to that perfect round ass. Palming one cheek, he gripped it tightly before smacking it hard. Tony yelped and flexed, the god hummed in approval as he lined himself up, pushing into Tony's tight heat in one thrust. The mortal groaned loudly, looking back at him. Running his hands over Tony's back once more allowing him but a moment to adjust to the stretching, Loki brought his hands back to his hips. The engineer gave him a challenging glare over his shoulder, the trickster curled his fingertips into the flesh, before pulling back and slamming into the body beneath him. At Tony's cry of pleasure he began a bruising pace.

Stark cursed and praised him loudly, fueling him further. Growling lowly, Loki fucked his mortal long and hard, just the way he liked it. He raked his nails down Tony's back causing a moan and a shudder. He reached around, stroking the weeping cock in time with his powerful thrusts. Leaning over tanned, slightly flush skin he put his lips to Tony's ear. "I need you to come for me." He panted. Tony whimpered as Loki bit down on his lobe. "Now!" He hissed. The mortal arched back, a low whine started in the back of his throat then ripped from his mouth as a pleasurable scream, spending himself in the god's firm grip. Loki fucked him through his orgasm abruptly pulling out and flipping the man over as he went flaccid.

He plunged back in wrapping his arms around his legs. Tony panted and felt himself stir again.

"Do you need to rest?" The god husked out as he rolled his hips. How was he already getting hard again? Oh yeah, Eleven wine. "No. Get on with it." He gritted out.

Loki chuckled darkly. "Always so greedy. Taking everything I give you, only wanting more. Mmmm, I love that about you."

Tony grunted and panted, letting out a breathy laugh. "That's because you're the same way babe. Fuck! Don't stop!"

Loki continued to pound him through another orgasm. Tony screamed so loud he was sure it would have woken half the palace if they had been sleeping.

He laid a panting heap of sweat and euphoric bliss. Loki sauntered to the other side of the room with raging hard on #1 to retrieve him a glass of water. He strolled back towards the bed, all seduction and predatory need. "Rest." He commanded as he handed him the water.

"How can you say that when you're still sporting a Mjolnir of your own here?" Tony asked incredulously.

Loki glanced down and laughed. "Oh Thor will be thrilled to know his baby brother has a Mjolnir in his pants and that you are the only one worthy of holding it." Smoothing back sweat slicked hair he continued. "The wine affects you differently than it does me." He leans down to lick at his lovers lips. "I can continue on all night while not finding release once." He tossed his head back and laughed hard from the horror on Tony's face. "Fear not my love; it is well worth the wait. And I am nowhere near done with you."

The sun was streaming into the room, well into the early morning when the god was finally sated. Both were sexually spent and exhausted. They had fucked on every open surface, up against several walls, on the balcony (which itself was glorious as the sky changed with the rising sun), on the floor (not by design, but because they fell out of bed), in the shower, against the door.

Both men were thoroughly fucked out. Loki just managed to tuck Tony in before collapsing next to him. Words of sentiment were whispered as the lovers curled in on one another and proceeded to sleep the day away.