Tony wakes up alone in the hotel room. It's dark and somewhat creepy and he thinks that every muscle in his body might be sore.
The room still smells like sex and Tony feels the beginnings of interest start to pool the hollows of his bones. All he wants is to go back to sleep.
"Shut up," He looks down at his soft cock. "You have no right to be hard ever again."
It seems to agree. The next thing Tony realizes is that he's got dried cum all over his thighs and crack. It's unpleasant.
Trying to get out of bed is even more unpleasant.
"Loki?" He calls out and silence is his answer. If anyone asked, Tony wouldn't say that he was disappointed exactly.
He'd just say that he's, well...
He feels like someone tried to cram a baseball bat up his intestines.
"If he comes near me with that thing again I'm chopping it off." He says to no one as he painstakingly limps towards what he hopes is a bathroom. To his utter delight, it is, and it has a large, deep clawed bathtub. There is also a green marble bar in the bathroom, against the opposite wall.
Tony thanks god for small miracles as he limps over to the bar, steals a bottle of bourbon, and almost manages to climb into the tub without crying.
"Where does he even get off with a dick like that? It shouldn't even be possible."
The water is warm and it feels like heaven. The bourbon is delicious.
Tony stays in there till he's pruned, draining and adding more water every so often to keep it nice and hot. He decides to stay there until walking is no longer a problem.
When, at some point later, he hears Loki enter the room with two giggling girls he decides he'll stay in the bathroom until the very end of the universe.
Tony puts his head under the water, only coming up for air and bourbon.
He almost can't hear them at all.
Kaira: I WILL HAVE ALL OF THE PICKLES I WANT.
Felicity: I actually won the Punic wars. The only reason it's not in the history books is because of the white man's lies.
CunLing: Haha. nyt bestseller. That would be ballin. And I knew what you were referring to, I just thought that using Nemo the fish instead of Captain Nemo would be fun. And you didn't specify. I'm kind of like a prompt genie in a smartass lamp.
tam: If you want to prompt me with specific things, feel free to do that on my tumblr. I'm the mittcro-romnicon. There's a link on my profile. I'm actually always filling prompts. I'm not really going to do any fills in the AoF universe though. :)
Stormy: That's because my father raised me to be a gentleman, since I'm pretty sure he figured out I was basically gay years before I thought about it. Even when I'm stoned, I do not lose my class and grace. My mind just becomes like this moose on top of a christmas tree penis-fencing with Boris Karloff rattling around inside a giant monocled head. And I would be delighted to pet you. All though, if I whispered all of the dirty things to you that I could, it might take days. I've got quite the imagination.
Codebreaker: WOO! ALL NIGHT FEAST N SACRIFICE. And I'm not picky. As long as it's dead and has suffered a little bit I'm down.
Nogs: THANK YOU SO MUCH! That is the best compliment you can really give a writer. I am glad that I can grab your interest despite you liking only one of the three things involved.
Nyan: *and innuendo by queen begins to play*
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