The higher, the lower the down, down, down

"How long are you going to run from me?" Tony sat next to the god. He had chased Loki through the forest all day till the trickster finally gave up. They sat together now watching the sun go down. Loki was too tired to run again so he stayed still, not looking at Stark. "You said to give you time, I have, so now what's the verdict?" Loki shifted uncomfortably. "You know I don't like being kept waiting."

"I..." Loki took a deep breath. "I had no intention of it ending up like this."

"What did you picture it like."

"I thought..." Loki gulped. "I thought you would turn me in to SHIELD after you got your pleasure."

"How could you think that?" Tony was astonished.

"Stark you must have felt unsafe as well. We are suppose to be worst enemies trying to kill each other how could we ever trust each other? Tell me you weren't expecting a knife in your back at any second."

"I..." Well he was, even now.

"Then after...that one night." Tony instantly knew what he was talking about, the bruise. "I couldn't bring my self to get any more involved. I was angry. I didn't know what I wanted. I didn't know what I felt. Why I felt this way towards you."

"So you still came back for sex. I must be pretty good." Tony smirked. Loki looked away not commenting.

"You should know that I slept with many other mortals after that night." Loki stated it as a fact not something he should be ashamed of.