"Thor!" Loki yelled as best he could, "Do not expose yourself!" Loki tried standing to rush over to his brother, failing and collapsing against Steve Rogers. "He musn't… he'll be affect'd… I need him."
He was barely conscious as Steve Rogers led him out of the cell and into an elevator, which was clean of exposure to the gas. Thor was in the elevator as well, and Loki didn't have the energy to see if Nick Fury had followed them in. He could hear Steve talking but couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He could barely remember where he was or what he was doing in the short ride to a different floor. By the way his head felt pressured he supposed they were traveling upwards rather than downwards in the headquarters.
When the doors opened, Loki looked up and his heart dropped down to his butt. He didn't have the mind enough to tell himself he must be delirious. Tony hadn't visited his dreams in what seemed to be years, though it was only a couple of weeks.
But there he was tailored in a fine suit looking disappointed with the villain and annoyed with something. Director Fury walked up behind him as Rogers helped Loki out of the elevator. Loki's head turned to stare incredulously to Tony. "Why do you look so angry? I haven't done any wrong." His voice was soft, and he thought his eyes were pleading, but in reality his head was simply looking in a direction with his eyes searching through space. He wasn't speaking, and no one knew who he was seeing. But, he thought it was real. How couldn't it be real? Tony was standing there in his finest suit, freshly shaven, and he could have sworn he even smelled him.
"You must believe me, Tony. I didn't try to kill you. I love you, I couldn't… I wouldn't," his voice soft to the man who approached him as Steve stopped to negotiate with Fury.
"Yes. Yes you did. You pushed me in front of that car." Tony's voice was low, not his.
"Wha-? Tony, no. No. Anthony don't you leave me now. Where are you going? Tell Fury! Tell him I didn't kill you! I didn't mind wash Pepper!" Loki's pleas fell to unheard ears as Tony walked away.
"I thought you changed, Loki. I trusted you. Why did you have to kill me? What is there for you now? Nothing. You've got a broken soldier and a helplessly loving thunder God. Once again, you've got nothing."
Loki just stared at the distant figure, his heart shattering as if it was the finest china being thrown against a concrete wall. Loki let go of Captain Rogers in attempt to run after the disappearing figure. Crashing down to his knees jolted him back to reality. The smell was gone, there was no sign or speak of 'what Stark just said.'
It took Steve and Thor to carry Loki to his new holding chamber. This one had a bed, a couple of uncomfortable and basic chairs, and a noticeable camera pointed to the bed for surveillance.
When he woke up he noticed someone must have changed his clothes and perhaps bathed him. He hoped it hadn't been Rogers only because of embarrassment Steve must have felt touching a naked man; a naked man God.
He looked around the empty room and sighed. He still felt weak, though perhaps not as weak as before. He couldn't tell if it was the same day as he last had consciousness and there was no one there to tell him otherwise. Deciding there was no use in talking or calling out to anyone, he let his eyes fall shut once more.
"My dear Loki," a warm hand brushed over his cheek, warm but rough with callous. "What have we gotten you into?" Loki looked up to the man, eyes filling with tears immediately, and his heart wrenched within his chest with memory of what happened earlier.
"Why must you toy with my mind, Stark?" Loki pulled his head away from the hand, glowering over to one of the chairs. "Is this an act? Who is betraying whom, here? It musn't be I, for you are still alive. How could I have killed a man who still walks on this Earth? It is you who has betrayed me. Framed me to have killed you. We buried your body. I wept over it! How, then, how have you pulled this off?"
Tony grabbed Loki's jaw and turned it towards him, though it was no longer Tony. The suit was the same, but the figure wasn't even human. Loki gasped, as much as he could with restricted jaw movement, and tried to break free of the grip on his jaw. "Who are you?" he growled, gripping the wrist tightly and used all his strength to throw the body over the bed and into the chairs across the room.
Once again, Loki found himself in a room that was in an uproar. What seemed to be nurses, maybe some agents, rushed around helping the body he had thrown across the room; a man in two pieces of scrub clothing with a clipboard by his side.
"Loki!" His head shot to the door where Thor stood, glancing briefly over to the man across the room then back to his brother. "You must not throw these nurses, they mean you no harm!"
Was his brother chastising him? Loki looked confused and helpless, letting his head fall back to the pillow where he let out a deep breath. "I saw Anthony, Thor," he might as well admit it to someone. This had been the second time he had believed a delusion to be a reality, and now he had acted physically upon that reality. "It was he, his hand, his smell, his voice. Then I looked away, and when I looked back, it was a creature not of this planet. You must find where in the realms this creature lives and find who is causing this of me."
"Brother," Thor's voice was soft, his hand touching upon Loki's shoulder. "I will ask of you to explain what this creature looked like. I am departing tomorrow to go on my search and I will ask Heimdall if he knows of such creatures, and I will talk with father. You musn't stay ill, my brother. It is not well for your mind. If Tony visits you in a fake reality again, tell yourself he is not here. Man of Iron is dead, and he isn't returning. He can not return. He is mortal. Do remember if you see him again."
It was a hard truth to accept. It was a truth he had accepted when Anthony Stark's body had been lowered into the ground and media covered every angle of his death. Thor telling him was a reassurance that he had not spoken to Tony twice. It was all in his mind. It gave him some reassurance, this truth Thor spoke of. Tony did not think Loki killed him, and that was all Loki wanted to know.
Loki relaxed his body in the bed. "Now, brother," Thor started, "explain to me the physical attributes of this beast you saw."
The god of mischief began explaining what this being looked like, though before he would go on to describing the facial features, he was standing up and clawing at Thor's face. His nails digging into his skin as Thor was pushed to the ground. S.H.E.I.L.D. agents rushed in to restrain Loki, stabbing him with a tranquilizing serum to stop the attack.
He was then bound to the bed by his ankles and wrists. A vulnerable position, but they couldn't risk another out burst. Loki seemed to have all his strength back, even though his mind was not yet returned.
In the surveillance room, someone had Loki's back.
"It must have been the gas," Agent Romanoff observed, "it weakened his entire body. Starved it of its proper functions, therefore causing something to change in his mind. Director, you should get Banner in on this to run some tests. He will be able to tell us if Loki can be resolved. We don't know if this is an act, an illness, or someone toying with his mind. If we don't think Loki had the ability to touch Pepper's mind, someone did, and there's no saying who and it can't touch Loki's." Natasha looked to Director Fury as he contemplated, then agreed to call Banner in to run some tests.
Lucky for Loki, what serum they stabbed him with brought him relaxation and piece.
In his dream he woke up in half a haze and looked down to his naked body, then up to his bound arms. He was tied to Tony's bed with special restraints strong enough to withstand the strength of a God if Loki had wanted to break free and punish Tony for tying him up in the first place.
His ankles were in the air, tied to ropes that connected to the frame of the bed above him. His erection laid against his stomach, precum dripping to his belly button.
Loki remembered this. Stark had suggested kinky sex where Loki surrendered his dominance to Anthony and allowed him full control. It had been the best sex of Loki's long life, even if he had been neglected orgasm for what seemed to be a millennium. All his past powerful orgasms seemed to have crept back on him to build up with anticipation.
He lay there, helpless, his eyes dark, pupils wide, and mind so dirty it would cause Sasha Grey to blush.
Tony walked in from the bathroom, his dick flaccid, and his hair wet. Tony had brought Loki so close to orgasm before he passed out and had decided to take a shower after coming on his ass.
"My prince has awoken," Tony observed with a smirk, "just in time, too. You know, you pull a funny act passing out before you have even been fucked through orgasm. I'm impressed. For a god, I though you would have a much higher stamina than that."
"Lest you forget, you have been teasing me for three hours," Loki shifted in the tied, his bones popping and screaming to be released for movement. "I need you to fuck me, Anthony."
"I see I have a beggar on my hands," Tony purred as he walked over to his closet, pulling out nipple clams and a vibrator. "You see, Loki, the more you beg the more I decide whether I'm going to bring you release or keep teasing you. I love to hear you beg in my ears. Filled with wanton, lust, and absolute heat." Tony pulled the vibrator in and pressed it behind Loki's balls, causing a deep cry of pleasure escape from his mouth.
Tony pressed the vibrator in place with his knee as he leaned over Loki to attach the nipple clamps. Loki's chest heaved as his heart rate increased and his muscles tensed up. "Please, Tony, let me come. Fuck me. Fuck through my orgasm. Pound your thick cock against me so hard I'm screaming for my father to save me. Let me come, let me watch you come onto my face. Oh God, Tony, please." Loki squirmed beneath the body above him, heaving and moaning from pleasure.
Tony kissed over Loki's neck, down to his collarbones, and left a mark right beneath one of them- one of Loki's sweetest spots. When he removed the vibrator Loki cried out with displeasure, lifting his head up to watch Tony. Everything, every touch, was heightened with sensation. Loki was sure if Tony sucked on his damn calves he would feel pleasure from it. He needed release and he needed Tony to fuck him over his limit.
Tony moved to the side of the bed and crawled over to Loki where he untied his legs from the restraints, and let his wrists go from the bed post but kept them tied together behind his back and sat him up. "My beautiful, begging, prince. Such a slut for my cock. If you're naughty again, I'll just tie you up and make you watch me fuck your brains out with the video footage Jarvis is recording. See how bad you want me after you watch yourself fall to pieces in front of your very eyes. Crave the pleasure I bring you."
Loki didn't have time to come back with a snarky retort, he didn't think he could think of anything besides demanding Tony to fuck him already, when Tony pulled Loki's head back and shoved his cock into his mouth.
He let it sit there for a moment as he turned the vibrator back on, moving it up and down the length of Loki's cock before setting it on the bed, still running, and just lightly touching against Loki's body. Tony pulled out of Loki's mouth before face-fucking him ruthlessly. The moans emitting from Loki's throat sent wonderful vibrations over his body. When Tony felt himself nearing climax he pulled out, allowing the God to catch his breath. Even being unable to have breathed, and probably with a sore jaw, Loki stared at Tony's cock with absolute hunger.
"You amaze me, darling," Tony stated as me moved off of the bed, "Teased for hours, face fucked ruthlessly, and you still want it in your mouth." Loki let out a snarl of protest of the statement, unwilling to admit it aloud to Tony even if it was true.
Without warning Tony pushed Loki back, spread his legs in the air and impaled deep into him. Loki cried out in pleasure, pain, and relief. Tony pounded into Loki fast and erratic, but it hit his prostate dead on causing Loki over the edge. There was nothing more in the world than Anthony, Anthony's cock, and Loki's orgasm. Absolutely nothing, and if anything stopped him from coming now he was going to poison it's drink and eat it's children. He didn't care. He needed his orgasm and he needed it now.
Anthony's hand on his cock sent him over into the blissful world of release. He came hard, his body writhing beneath Tony, vocal cords strained from screaming so loudly. Tony rode Loki out as much as he could, milking his cock until it seemed painful for the man beneath him. Tony pulled out of Loki and came hard over Loki's stomach. He managed to untie all of the restraints before collapsing on the bed beside his lover, whom was still catching his breath and barely able to open his eyes.
"Loki?" a voice pulled him out of his sleep and he looked over to the doorway where Captain Rogers stood looking a bit relieved to see Loki. "Hey, how are you feeling? You've been out for a few days. Bruce ran some tests and gave you some medicine to bring your vitals back to normal… for a God."
Loki's mind was clear of what had happened when he had last been awake, for now. He had a calm feeling from the dream that might have only been for the last hour, or it lasted for the past three days. He wasn't sure, nor did he care, he was glad Tony had been with him while he had been sleeping.
Steve entered the room, closing the door behind him, and approached Loki in his bed. "You look better," he stated as he began letting his arms and legs free of the restraints.
"I will admit I feel more of myself than last," he agreed. Steve was about to unleash Loki's last wrist restraint when he stopped and looked up bashfully. Loki looked to Steve then where Steve had glanced and back to Steve again. A sly smirk spread over Loki's lips, "Captain," his voice took on a sultry tone, "are you going to keep me tied up as you help relieve me?" He was only kidding, of course, but the tomato red Captain was worth the punch.
Steve cleared his throat, let Loki's final restraint free, and looked up to the ceiling briefly. "Uhm, glad uh, to see you're feeling better," he cleared his throat again. "Wash up and get dressed, we have things to discuss."
Steve made his way to the door. As he was walking, Loki went for another punch; "I wouldn't have tagged you for a tease, Rogers. Get a man heated and walk out on him. Such a shame," Loki made a mock tsking noise with his tongue before getting up from the bed and walking over to the bathroom. He needed a relief of his first erection since Tony's death, and why not picture what he had just dreamed while doing so?
Loki relieved himself, showered, and dressed in clothes Thor or Steve must have picked out from Stark Tower. He walked out into his room, over to the door, deciding to try opening it on his own will. With much relief it opened without trouble and he felt as if he were a free man walking out of his cell.
As he made his way down the hall the past days he had been awake came back to him: the visions of Tony, the creature, attacking Thor.
At the end of the hallway, Natasha greeted him. "Glad to see you're not clawing at anyone's throats, Loki. Come this way, we've set up a meeting for you. While you were unconscious Thor left to search for the creature you half described to him. To prevent any more outbursts from you we won't be asking you to give a description unless you're restrained to prevent it from happening again. Thor survived your attack, but we don't think a human would."
"How is the man I threw across the room?" Loki asked as he followed Natasha through some hallways and stepped into an elevator. "I wasn't myself. I'm afraid I am getting myself into deeper trouble."
"He sustained minor injuries. Nothing we couldn't fix."
Inside of the meeting room sat Captain America, Bruce Banner, Clint, Director Fury, and now Natasha and Loki.
Steve Rogers was the first to speak. "We haven't gotten any messages from Thor in the past few days. It's too early to panic. If we don't hear from him tomorrow we should attempt connection between here and Asgard. Loki, you won't be able to be a part of that attempt for we're still unsure if the thought of you is yet welcomed, but we will keep you informed of everything that happens."
"Does Thor even have much to run on? From the description Loki gave him it wouldn't really be enough to narrow it down that much," Clint was speaking now. "Before we try to get connection to Asgard, shouldn't we get more from Loki so we can relay it to Thor?"
"Loki has been through enough for the time being," Steve defended, "Before we ask him for anything more he needs to rest and recover. A person who has go-" "I can speak for myself, Rogers," Loki pursed his lips slightly, "and give me a day before you question me again. I want to enjoy being well long enough to eat some proper food and sleep in my own bed."
Everyone seemed to agree with small head nods, "Agreed," Rogers decided, "I will be staying with you under high surveillance. Clint and Natasha will be staying in Stark tower as well. I will ask you to program Jarvis to watch everything and report to me if you seem off or of any security breeches. From the next ten minutes until tomorrow-early afternoon you will have to recover. When we're all here next, Loki you will be restrained and give us a full briefing of what this character looked like. We're going to find out the cause of this mess and make sure Thor is safe."
The meeting commenced and cars were set up to bring Loki, Steve Rogers, Clint, and Natasha to Stark tower for the evening. Jarvis ordered Chinese food for everyone, double of what Loki wanted, and it was an awkward family dinner.
Later that evening Loki stood by a picture window, overlooking Manhattan's skyline and simply thinking about nothing and everything.
"You miss them," it was a softer voice than one he had heard from Steve Rogers lately. "I know how it feels to miss your best comrades. And I hope I can be a good enough fulfillment for both, and when Thor comes back, I wish to stay a comrade to you, Loki."
Loki turned to look at Steve whom was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. The Captain still hadn't gotten used to the new fashion and most times looked awkward in whatever clothing he had recently bought to fit trends and fit in.
"You should wear what you're used to, Captain," Loki's voice was soft as Steve walked up next to him by the window. "You don't look comfortable in what isn't yourself. Bringing the early 1900s back seems to be a fad now, anyway. Create a trend for yourself. Wear what you would if it was eighty years ago."
Steve smiled and gave a breathy chuckle, "I think the kids would pull my leg for being an old man."
"You haven't any kids to worry about, Captain. You are Captain America. People know you for good. Therefor, I do not see why they would make fun of your fashion sense. It is not as if you are dressing from the 1700s." Loki peered out to the skyline once more before looking to Steve. The only light they had was the gleam from the city into the room, a low blue hum of light. "Get some rest, Rogers. Whatever happens tomorrow, I am ready for it. I am glad to have you as a friend to mine. My deepest gratitude goes to you. Goodnight, Captain."
Steve smiled at the man's words. It was different to hear kind, wishingly comforting, words from the God who usually shot uncomfortable dagger jokes his way.
"Loki, hold on," Steve grabbed Loki's elbow, causing the man to turn and face him only inches away from his face. Steve lost all he had wanted to say with the God staring at him with full attention. He suddenly understood what Tony had meant when he said breathtaking ability to make him forget what he was so worried about.
Loki was surprised when Steve's hand touched Loki's jaw and brought his face to his. Steve's lips were soft and timid against Loki's until they felt the God's lips kissing back with a gentle pressure. Steve placed a hand on Loki's side and pulled his face in closer, deepening his kiss. Loki's cold hands moved to either side of Steve's neck in response.
"Sir, it is now recommended that you attend your chambers for the night. There is an early wake up call requested by S.H.E.I.L.D. and you must get your rest." Jarvis' voice pulled them out of their kiss, leaving Steve Rogers a blushing baboon pulling his hands back to himself.
"Loki, I-" Loki looked to the ceiling then back to Steve, "Have a good night, Captain."