Someone has got Tony pinned against the stage.
He's tall and got a hand on each of his hips and is grinding against him. Tony's not sure if he's reacting or not. He can feel glitter sliding down his torso, face, and arms in trails, caught in his sweat.
One of his shoes is missing.
He's got one hand gripping the top of the stage and a girl he's never seen before that has purple dripping out of her hair is clinging to the other. He's had a hit or two of at least nine different joints people have been passing around, and he's sure one of them had a sprinkle or eleven of something extra in it, because he can see the bass line and it's bathing the stage in flashes of red. Everything feels wonderful. A part of Tony's brain keeps vaguely worrying at his two possibly broken toes.
He feels stubble against his ear.
"Want up, puppy?"
"Up where?" Tony asks and he feels a chuckle brush against his cheek like thick fingers.
Suddenly he's on top of broad shoulders and the thickest head of gold hair he's ever seen is tickling his stomach, and sending sparks shooting up and down his spine.
He moans and he feels the body below him shake a little as the man chuckles. Tony feels like he's on top of a volcano.
"You're a strong volcano." He tells the man beneath him and he feels another full body chuckle.
"Rumble rumble rumble." Says Tony.
"You're too adorable for your own good." Says the volcano and Tony turns his eyes to the stage, which he now has a perfect view of.
"Want to be a pal and hold this for me?" Tony feels a cup being put in one of his hands. He smells it. Beer.
"Such a puppy." Says the volcano and Tony downs what's left in the cup and tosses it somewhere.
Tony suddenly feels something like cold and realizes that whatever Loki is playing on acoustic guitar, alone in a single beam of light center stage, feels like winter.
"Daughter Death waits in the wings."
And before he knows it he and the entire audience are singing it back to Loki, in an almost reverent whisper.
"Speaks of senseless things."
As Tony sings his hands wind into the mane of golden hair between his legs. It scratches his palms and he can't help but let out a long, low groan in the eons of silence between Loki's call and the audience's answer.
Suddenly Loki's eyes are on him and Tony doesn't know if he's hot or cold, but he's burning with something. He flings out a hand.
"Her script is you and me…" Whispers Loki and the audience bellows
"BOY!"
The strength of it shakes Tony. He's not sure if he's getting hard or not, but he feels hands creeping up his thighs and Loki's looking right at him and then suddenly everything starts vibrating again.
He doesn't know how long it takes for him to figure out that the man beneath him is laughing again.
"Like that Puppy?"
Tony guesses that either he's kind of hard or the guy is referring to something that he couldn't give half a fig for because…
The band comes cashing in around Loki and suddenly he's smashing the acoustic guitar to bits and ripping his costume to shreds. He's taken off his patent green leather heels and is using their razor thin points to split the seams of his shirt and Tony doesn't even know what noises are coming out of his mouth.
Even without the heels Loki's legs go on for eons.
His pale skin is revealed in slashes, pale bleeding out into the world through cuts in the silvery green material he'd been wearing.
The banging and strumming and wailing is apocalyptic as Loki peels the tattered remains of his outfit from his body and collapses to the stage with a dramatic, almost victorian faint.
A single one of his white hands reaches for the microphone, which rolls right into his fingertips, and suddenly everyone is screaming.
Loki seems to bellow every note on every scale in quick succession, let out in a primal howl as he crawls, naked and gleaming and make-up smeared across his face, toward the edge of the stage, right toward Tony.
Tony feels a thousand other hands and arms trying to push him out of the way, but he holds firm. He's going to touch Loki Lauff and nothing is going to fucking get in the—
His brain derails as wet heat encloses around two of his outstretched fingers. His eyes follow the source of the heat and nearly fall out of his head.
Red, wrecked, lips with rouge smeared halfway across them are wrapped around his fingers and the flat of a tongue is…is….writhing against their soft fleshy pads and flicking his knuckles in time with the drums.
The bass suddenly looks like lightning and Loki has started to hum into the fucking microphone while sucking his fingers like they're candy and he can suck the sweet out.
The audience is humming with him and Tony feels like his body is gone and he exists solely within that droning hum.
When that mouth is gone and the hum ends in a screaming 'oh' Tony feels like he's been unplugged.
Loki winks at him before strutting toward the other end of the stage and Tony falls off of the man's shoulders. He hardly feels it. He doesn't even realize that he's fallen until two people are helping him up.
"I am Loki." He says, back to the audience and head over one shoulder. He's naked and lanky and pale and smeared with paint and completely unconcerned. He looks like he could step into the air and float away. "And the Age of Frost is upon you!"
Tony's throat is raw but he still screams. The audience's collective scream is deafening.
"You're welcome." Loki drawls before sauntering off stage, long black hair waving like a dark banner behind him as he saunters away. The band follows.
Tony and the audience have been screaming for an encore for what feels like years when suddenly Tony feels a hand on his shoulder. He follows the sensation to a red glove and a suit jacket that looks something like victorian wallpaper if it had dropped acid and been hit by a truck.
"You're wanted back stage, Jack." Tony hears and he follows the vaguely british sound to a fat, mustached face.
"But what about the encore?" Asks Tony and the man's smile splits his mustache almost in half.
"You must be new, eh Jack? Greener than a tree in spring seems to be how he likes 'em though."
Tony doesn't know what to say. He thinks about telling the man that his name isn't Jack before deciding that it doesn't really matter.
"Follow me if it pleases the court." Says the man and Tony does as he asks. He's led through the crowd and out a door he didn't even know was there to a ladder on the side of the building, leading to the roof.
"Says he'll be up there when time suits him, got that Jack?"
Tony nods. He looks dumbly between the man and the ladder.
"Well, up you get." He says and Tony does what he does best, he puts one foot in front of the other and almost manages not to fall flat on his ass.
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