TITLE: a study in idiot {act xx;i'll eat your heart out, idiot}
AUTHOR: Pepperrrr
RATING: Pg-13 for past sex?
PAIRING: Tony Stark & Loki Laufeyson
WARNINGS: sexiness, ar reactor play?, references to a very frightening loki, etc.
P.O.V: Third person.
DATE WRITTEN: October 22nd 2012 10:12 PM
SUMMARY: "Aren't you tired?" Tony asked, smiling as Loki chuckled in his ear.
"Not quite, idiot."
AUTHOR NOTES: omG i am so so so so so so so so so sorry for taking sO LONG ON SUCH A WEAK AND STUPID UPDAT BUT HEY LOOK 20TH CHAPTER LET'S HOPE IT GETS EASIER FOR ME FROM NOW ON EHEHE YAY
INTRODUCTION: Idiot. The word idiot is used to imply that one is stupid, daft or dumb. Some people use it as a term of endearment. Loki is one of those people. He uses the word idiot as freely as Tony drinks.

This is a collection of times Loki called Tony 'Idiot'.

Bed. Again. After another conquest, another hour of hardly-breathing, another symphony of screams and whispers. Less poetically, they had some rough awesome sex. Twas good in the house of Stark and Laufeyson.

Things were very very calm now, soft breathing and almost-asleep mumbles. Loki's hand was on Tony's chest. And it was getting closer to the arc reactor. He always had this fixation with it, a childish curiousity. But he never really messed with it, aside from the time where he stabbed at it with that staff, trying to possess him and turn him against his teammates.

And the other time he ripped Tony's shirt open and growled and snarled and insisted that he could kill him if he wanted, rip his heart
(that was when he thought the arc reactor was tony's heart)
right out of his chest, his fingers clawed around the metal and his teeth bared. Tony's heart skipped a beat or two at the memory. It was probably hands down the most terrifying thing that Tony had ever dealt with.

Ever. And damn was he glad that Loki no longer threatened his life in really terrifying ways. There was still the occasional death threat, the creative dark plot to kill tony stark, but it was mostly either in jest or when Loki got mad. Loki was horrifying when he got mad. He either broke things, broke people, broke both, or screamed in a different language while his eyes glowed until he broke from emotional strain.

He tried not to make Loki mad for that reason. Loki's long fingers skittered around the reactor, not touching it too closely at all, and Tony gulped a little. "Is this what keeps your heart beating, Anthony?" Loki whispered against the sensitive skin around the arc reactor. Tony inhaled sharply, and Loki bent in closer, fingers skimming around the metal.

Tony trembled faintly, and he pressed his fingers into Loki's shoulder. He managed a short laugh.
"You know that it is." Tony rasped, trying to distract himself from the little spike of fear that was stuck inside his body. Bad things usually happened when people touched the arc reactor.

It kind of scarred him. A bit literally.
"You're trembling. Don't be afraid, Stark." Loki said, voice all breath, and Tony shifted underneath him. He didn't even realize that he was still trembling.

Tony laughed again.
"Shut up. I'm not scared."
"Is that why you're so tense underneath me?" Loki whispered, voice dark, and Tony's mouth went dry at the sound of it. "You tremble so."

He said, voice sounding perplexed, innocent, like someone would while wondering why the stars sparkle. Loki's lips moved up from Tony's chest to the mortal's face, and he stared into his eyes, a cool palm resting against a rough cheek. "You still fear that I bear such ill will towards you? That I may kill you?" He asked, and there was some sort of betrayed-and-fallen in his voice, and Tony felt really bad for it. But it wasn't his fault that he had been traumatized, i mean come on.

What was he supposed to do? Be totally happy and calm and fine with someone touching the thing keeping him alive? No. Fuck no. Things aren't that easy.

Ever. Loki turned his lips against Tony's cheek, and his voice was impossibly dark. "I will not hurt you, Anthony. I will not kill you. You are of no use to me dead." He whispered, and Tony could hear the grin in the god's voice, feel the grin against his cheek, then the shell of his ear. He shuddered.

"Aren't you tired?" Tony asked, smiling as Loki chuckled in his ear.
"Not quite, idiot."