WARNING: HEAVY SMUT/ LANGUAGE

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own these characters. All rights belong to Marvel etc.

NOTE: The words in Italics that are not contained in "" [and that stand alone, not in a sentence] are the characters thoughts and not intended for others to overhear. [ although it does sometimes happen.]

The words in "Italics" are a conversation intended to be heard between the 'mind link'.

For several weeks after Fury's visit, Loki would send one of the Avenger cardboard cut-outs in to the SHIELD base. Tony gladly volunteered his favorite mooning one for Fury's office. Clint had saved a pile of cardboard figures and had them on rotation throughout different rooms. The one featuring Thor and his mighty glare remained in the kitchen after someone attached a tray to it and filled the thing with Pop Tarts. This pleased the god so much, they left it there and continued to refill the tray when it became empty. The tower grew calm again. As calm as a building full of crime fighting super heroes can get.

"Anthony, you can aim better than that," Loki said with a playful smirk. "Or can you only aim when your suit finds the target for you?"

Tony grumbled at the god and gathered his darts from the torso of Fury. Steve had called them immature for using the cardboard director as a dart board, but Tony saw the soldier try a shot when he thought no one was around.

Aiming again at Fury's face, Tony asked, "Are you still pissy about before?"

Loki executed his typical eye-roll and rested his weight against the arm of the couch. "I am not pissy about it, I am acceptably angry about it."

Tony's dart hit the director's eyepatch perfectly. "Boo-ya!" he cheered, turning around to look at Loki. He danced a goofy jig. "Look, how was I to know you didn't like to be watched? They're just cardboard anyway."

Loki crossed his arms and glared. "One of them was of my brother, and it was creepy. Albeit, not as creepy as the ones the archer set up in the lavatories. I simply can not fathom his obsession with the things."

Tony laughed loudly and nodded. "He does have a problem. Maybe we should stage an intervention? You know, me the ex-alcoholic, telling him he has an unhealthy addiction." He turned to throw another dart. "I'm sure that will go over well. I still have two eyes that he could hit from several buildings away."

With a soft pop of displaced air, Loki appeared sudden next to Tony, darts in hand. He moved in a single fluid motion as he threw five darts in quick secession at Fury's face. All five hit around the cardboard face in a perfect 'u' shape.
"Show off," Stark muttered before sulkily collecting the darts. Loki's broad grin fell as his brother entered the room and came towards them.

"Brother, I must leave soon," Thor said as he reached them.

Loki carefully set his expression to stony, his voice slipping back into his old frigid tone. "I fail to see why that should be of any interest to me?"

Frowning, the blond god looked at Tony for assistance. Tony simply arched his eyebrows and shrugged. Returning his gaze to Loki, Thor spoke cautiously, "I would ask you to return with me to Asgard. Father will surely forgive any actions you committed beforehand, seeing how much has changed these past years. I would like him to know that your recent actions were not of your own volition."

Loki's scoff turned into squeak when Tony jabbed him in the ribs. Tony whispered, "Don't be a needless prick. At least try talk to him like you don't hate him."

Loki cast his usual glare at the mortal. "Ég vona rass þinn deflates."

"I hope your typpið deflates," Tony said, placing a hand on his chest in fake panic. "Wait! That's the opposite of what I want!"

Thor stood, blinking in mild confusion at the two. "I thought... You said Tony could not speak the ancient tongue?"

Loki said nothing, leaving Tony to respond with a grin. "I've had the ancient tongue down my throat enough to be fluent by now." He flinched as Loki delivered the much scarier 'promised death' glare. "That, uh, one word in particular I learned it from hearing Loki say it... a lot," he hastily ammeded.

Loki smacked his arm, hissing quietly, "Don't tell him!" Leaning closer, he muttered, "I thought you were good at lies."

"Well, Mr. God Of Lies, why didn't you step up?"

Loki continued to glower before turning away from both Tony and his brother. Thor stepped forward and abruptly turned his younger brother to face him. His face had reverted to grim determination.
"Brother, be serious. You may have less of a chance alone, but I would be there for you."

Loki eyed his brother's face in disgust. "You have proven how foolish you are with your trust many times before. There were many times you should not have trusted me; you should have seen through the lies and come to your own conclusion. I doubt the Allfather will find any comfort in the honor you believe I have. You held on to your blind devotion through the horrendous things I did here, without ever once asking yourself if perhaps it wasn't your brother." Loki gestured out the window, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "Why would your word be worthy as proof of my so called 'morality'?"

Thor's face fell as he looked out at the scarred city. He stood a while, his hands still on Loki's shoulders, lost in thought. Eventually, a small smile formed. "BROTHER! Tony or one of the others would gladly come your aid and defend you! Not long ago you were fighting as enemies. To have one of them speak of your change would be our best chance."

Loki's eyebrows shot up as he cast a glance at his shocked boyfriend. He thought for a moment.

Have Tony speak for him in Asgard? The world's self-proclaimed 'Mightiest Hero' as his defendant.

Anthony in Asgard

with me.

A small seed of hope started to form in him. Turning back to his brother, Loki chose his words carefully. "I do not think they will accept his testimony. Odin still considers humans to be weak, hairless apes. I doubt he will take the mortal seriously."

Tony let out a sound of disbelief, drawing the attention of both of the gods to him. "Lokes, you consider humans to be weak, hairless apes too."

Shocked, Loki tore himself from his brother's strong arms that still rested on his shoulders. His attempts at keeping a calm face were ruined, yet again, by a mortal. Tony had a way of breaking his mask and wheedling out emotions from him. Loki turned away from them both and clenched his fists.

His eyes on the floor, he mumbled, "Not anymore."

Wholly missing the complexity of the situation, Thor slapped his brother's shoulders jovially.
"It is settled then! We shall leave in an hour's time!"

Tony glared daggers at the back of the blond god bounding out of the room like a puppy.

Way to read the situation, Barbie.

Turning to face the back of his emotionally unstable boyfriend, Tony sighed. "I'm sorry for saying that. I should know better by now. It's just my mouth, it moves on its own."

"Do you truly think I still feel that way about mortals? About you?" Loki asked, his voice heavy.

Damn Anthony for doing this to him. He always makes me talk.

Warm, callused hands slipped around his waist as Tony pressed his face into the god's back.

"Lokes, I know you don't. Like I said, shit just pours out of my mouth. I know you don't think that I'm a weak ape." There was a chuckle that tickled Loki's back. "At least I hope I proved to you that I'm not."

Loki felt his spirits lift as he looked down at the arms wrapped around him. His fingers traced a small scar on the back of Tony's hand before turning them over and continuing to follow the lines on his palm. There was a small gasp from behind him. A smile grew as he pulled one hand up to kiss each finger delicately.

"Anthony," he started, kissing a ring finger,"Will you really," a pinky, "do this for me?"

Tony was quiet as the god kissed every inch of his hands. He wiggled his fingers at his lover's lips before finally responding. "This is going to be the farthest I've ever gone for someone before. Literally. I would probably do it for you even if we weren't chicken-soup-for-the-soul mates. No one deserves to be shit on forever for stuff from the past. Trust me, I know. Besides, if you've changed, or whatever, they can't keep trying to punish you like a kid."

Loki snickered and hugged Tony's arms to him, feeling a return of the warmth and cheer that was lost from his brother's visit. "Yes, I would not say I've change so much as...calmed."

Tony nuzzled his face into his lover's back before remembering something. "You told me back in the cave that Thor was the one being punished. What is daddy-poo so upset about from before? Was it the giant metal thing you let out for a walk somewhere down south?"

Loki looked down at their hands and slid his fingers between Stark's. The man knew how to ask the right questions, in such strange ways. He frowned as memories bubbled to the surface of his mind, his gaze remaining on the tanned hands in front of him.

"I cried, for the first time in decades, when I begged the truth from Odin."

Loki's breath caught as Tony tightened his arms around him as if to squeeze the bad memories out of him. Loki was glad to not be facing the mortal with his emotions running amuck on his face.
"I felt this weight pressed down upon me when I touched the casket for the first time," he continued. "As though proving my doubts worsened my burden. I confronted Odin immediately, only to hear half spoken truths before he fell into his Odin's sleep. I was left, utterly alone, with no answers and a sudden throne to occupy."

His voice grew bitter. "I already spoke of the emotions I felt. To answer your question, Odin wishes to punish me for, as you would call it, 'a pissy fit'. I lost my mind from grief and betrayal and I get punished. What started as one simple test for my brother became a crippling price for everyone. Thor became more worthy for his throne due to my actions. Mortals were harmed, and even though the end result was what everyone desired, my actions were not well received. The destruction of Jötunheim was not something I had originally planned, it was simply a final desperate attempt at securing a place for myself in the nine realms. As though by destroying my place of origin, I could complete the lie that I knew for all these years. I could become one of the Aser. I would be accepted, not only as an equal, but seen as a great man."

Loki dropped his hands from the ones wrapped around him and turned to face Tony. He watched his lover's brown eyes filled with sadness as they met his own. "If it were anyone else," Loki went on, "They would have been seen as a mighty warrior. If Thor had done the deed, returning home with Laufeyson's head, he would be the hero. But I—I am wrong. The weak 'snake' of a brother to Thor. The trickster with no talent for battle. I was never able to prove myself, even when I destroyed the entire world of an enemy that Odin himself could not defeat."

Tony tried and failed at one of the things he did best. He could not think of a single thing to say. Anything now might come out sounding corny, or just rude.

If I say it wrong, it's only going to hurt him more. If I say something cheesy, it's going to be meaningless.

Since when do I care?
Just wing it.

"That sucks," Tony said.

The god let out a bemused laugh. "You impress me, as always. You summed up my miserable life in two words."

"I try."

Loki continued to chuckle as his lips brushed Tony's gently. Somewhere behind them a throat was cleared. Loki decided to ignore it and continued press gentle kisses on his love.

Thor spoke up, obvious embarrassment in his voice. "I... brother, we should go now."

"Should I bring anything, like my suit?" Tony asked, his voice muffled by the god's persistent kisses.

"No," exclaimed Loki and Thor at the same time.

The usual duel of glare versus pout between the gods proceeded as they climbed to the roof. Once there, Loki magicked away the remaining lawn chairs and hooked an arm through Tony's. Tony glanced up at the god and thought,
"Uh, Lokes? Isn't traveling going draw someone's attention to us?"

Loki smiled reassuringly.
"Do not worry, traveling with the Biofrost is different than with my magic. He should not be able to follow us."

Thor interrupted their thoughts by grabbing onto both of them. Loki snarled in surprise.
"Why must you latch onto me? I am perfectly capable of traveling on my own."

"This pathway is only tuned to me, currently." Thor smiled apologetically. "I am sorry, brother."

"Whatever."

Tony laughed. "Did you just say 'whatever'? Who'd you learn that from?"

Loki began, "Natasha was telling me..."

His words were lost in the roar of the pathway forming around them. The magic ripped them from earth and shot them quickly through a rainbow colored channel.

Tony fell on his ass the second Loki let go of him after landing. He tried to stand up twice before giving up and flopping on his back.
"I would rather watch Space Odyssey on acid a hundred times before doing that again," he said weakly.

Thor hovered over him in concern while Loki stood, looking down the long stretch of rebuilt Biofrost to the city. Tony managed at last to sit up again, frowning at the raven-haired god. "Good man, Lokes. Thanks for offering to help your boyfriend up."

Loki turned and said nothing as he offered a hand to assist him in standing. Tony noticed the god's hand shook as he pulled him up and dusted Tony off absentmindedly. Eyeing his lover, Tony started to see just how nervous Loki really was. His hands were balled into fists, stiff and threatening at his side. Loki's eyes were the brightest green Tony had seen so far, sparkling with magic.

So that's what he looks like when he's really upset and not being BrokeBack Mountained by the Tessract, thought Tony.

He stepped closer and snuck one of his fingers into one of Loki's quaking fists. Tony managed to pry it open and intertwine his fingers with the god's. Loki visibly relaxed at the gesture, finally turning his attention back to Tony. "I apologize," he said. "I am more upset at returning here than I thought I would be."

Tony squeezed the thin pale hand. "Don't worry about it too much. We aren't staying, right?"

Loki returned the squeeze and glanced at his brother who started to walk ahead of them.
"No, I do not wish to remain here. No matter what they decide on."

Tony didn't know how to respond to that so he started chattering in his mind to Loki about the approaching city. He said that he was impressed by the design work for the towers, but had a few designs of his own he would rather see. He made a fuss when he saw his first fur, pausing in their journey to take a picture of himself next to it with his phone. Tony returned to the mental commentary until they reached the steps of the great hall.

As they approached the large doors of the main hall, Tony felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. A split second later, a figure blurred across the steps towards them. Thor was too far ahead to do anything in knew that if Loki fought his attacker, the trickster would more than likely take the blame for it. He stepped directly in front of Loki, seconds before the blade reached the god's neck. The metal made a soft ringing sound as it halted, centimeters away from Tony's face.

Loki's hand had clenched his arm firmly, ready to move him out of the way. A tall, dark haired woman stood without removing her sword from Tony's face. She was panting with rage, eyes flicking between Tony's face and the god's behind him.
When the woman refused to remove the blade, Tony decided to talk. "Hello there, angry lady. Let me begin with telling you that your stupid little trick won't work."

The woman's mouth dropped open in surprise. She pulled her blade back as if she had been attacked and stepped away from them.
Thor strode forward, his voice heated with anger. "Sif! Why do you do this? I thought better of you."

Sif's eyes filled with guilt and fear. "T-Thor... I..." she started.

Tony laughed nastily, crossing his arms as he looked at the taller woman. "Isn't it obvious? She wanted to force Loki into attacking her so he would get thrown in a cell or burnt at the stake. Whatever it is you 'gods' do to your criminals. " His fake smile filled with venom. "Sorry hon, back where I'm from, it's called self-defense."

Sif scowled down at the mortal before sheathing her sword. Addressing the god behind him, she said, "Loki, I see you have somehow enthralled a dwarf to defend you."

Tony responded in Loki's place. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't defend my princess here."

Sif glanced at Loki, a look of amazement forming at the lack of anger on the god's face. Her eyes returned to the shorter man, an apparent distaste starting to grow. "I could have easily killed you. I fail to see how you defended him."

"Try me."

"Are you asking for death?" Sif asked, her sword returning to her hand.

Tony smirked and tilted his head to the side. "Lady, the second you harm a hair on my head, you die. Same goes for Loki."

Both Thor and Sif looked confused at his words. Loki's long thin arms slid over Tony's shoulders and down his chest in a protective manner as he joined the conversation at last, no longer able to hold back his laughter ."My dear Sif. The moment you harm my brave little prince, I will kill you. I assume he means to do the same if I were harmed." Loki grinned, baring his teeth in a threatening manner. "I assure you, he is more than capable."

With this, Loki turned Stark around with him and proceeded to march him through the doors. Behind them, Sif turned to Thor and asked, "Why does he think I would harm his hair?"

Once inside the doors, Tony detached himself from Loki to look at him. His face was dark with concern and anger. "Lokes, you're still considered a prince here, right?"

Loki simply shrugged and nodded in response.

Tony's voice grew colder. "Then what the fuck was that shit? "

The god raised an eyebrow. "Did I not tell you of their abundant distaste for me?"

"You did..." Stark paused to look out the open doors at where Sif and Thor remained to talk. " I just didn't expect it to be so... petty."

Loki let out a loud laugh, and the hall echoed with it. The two outside looked up in confusion at the sound. Loki smiled an honest smile for the first time since they arrived. "I knew I loved you for a reason," he said.

"Yeah, speaking of petty," Tony joked, dancing away from the green sparks Loki sent his way.

"BROTHER! Be careful who sees you do that!" Thor yelled as he approached.

Casting his eyes skyward, Loki shot a few sparks at Thor as he came close. "Speak for yourself. I'm sure your yelling about it didn't capture anyone's attention."

Tony managed to send a small spark of blue at Loki's butt, causing him to yelp in surprise. The dark-haired god turned to say something but was interrupted by Sif.
"Mortal, you know magic? I thought humans were incapable of doing such things."

Tony flashed a grin. "I'm not your average 'mortal'." He turned to continue walking with Loki before another voice rang out through the hall.

"Sif, I see you found them before we did!"

Thor beamed as his companions arrived, and gave bone-crushing hugs all around. "Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg! I have missed you greatly!"

Fandral turned after greeting Thor to take a look at Loki and the mortal guest. He eyed Tony with amusement. "I wonder" he said, "Are all mortals this small?"

Tony flashed his usual fake grin. "Not at all, they are usually shorter. I am the tallest of my kind."

Loki snickered, gaining an appreciative glance from his lover.

Fandral was not as amused. "Be silent, Loki. You should consider yourself lucky you were even allowed to return." He turned to address Thor. "Why have you brought him and this weakling to Asgard?"

"Fandral, you-"

Tony interrupted in a sweet voice, "Why, Fandeal, do you feel threatened?"

The bearded blond wrinkled his nose at the thought. "Threatened? By whom, you?"

"It's okay if you are. I understand that you cultivated that beard decades before I did, but it's obvious who wears it better. Still, you pull off that hipster douchbag look. It's a win-win."

Fandral did not fail to pick up the insult in Tony's comments. He jumped forward to pull Stark up by his shirt, only to to find his hands gripping air.

"And that's why you date wizards."

"Stark, you are not making many friends here," warned Loki. They had appeared in another room just moments before. Tony ignored his words to enjoy eyeing the god in his new outfit. Somewhere in the transition from room to room, Loki changed from his usual green long sleeve shirt and dark jeans into something more fancy. A sleeveless dark leather jacket covered a loose green tunic that fell to the god's knees. He noted the belt with its gold buckle. The design looked similar to Loki's helmet.

Tony sighed with appreciation. "My Reindeer has returned to me."

"Please do not start that again." Loki turned, his expression sour. "And don't think I will let the 'Princess' comment slide."

"Hey, you got your revenge already. If I recall correctly, I'm your 'Brave Little Prince'?"

"Oh yes," Loki smirked, " I meant to say 'Moronic Little Prince'."

Tony made a face and started to explore the room, giving the god a wide berth in case sparks flew. Even though they were harmless to him physically, they could still burn his clothes. He liked his clothes.

Tony's eyes traveled over the green curtains, gold hooks and clasps before realizing where they were.
"Oh! This is your room!" he exclaimed happily.

Loki's smile warmed as he watched Tony start to poke around the room with more vigor. The mortal found his way to a table covered with papers. He watched his lover's eyes go wide at the hundreds of drawings the covered each page.

He turned to face the god, his hands filled with scraps of paper. "Loki... these are yours?"

"Of course. Why would my room be filled with someone else's sketches?"

"Lokes, oh Lokes. We should draw together! I can't," he paused and looked down, eyes sparkling with awe, "I can't draw like this, but I can do designs. I'm more of an object guy. You clearly are the go-to guy for animals... and people... and foliage... and everything."

Loki moved closer to look at what Stark was admiring. He felt a flutter of joy at the mortal's response to his work. "You... do you really like them?"

"Idiot, they're brilliant. I want all of them. I want them everywhere in my tower. I want to be in them." Tony paused. "Okay that last one sounded better in my head."

Loki laughed and started to explain what some of the creatures were. Tony quickly became distracted by the way the god's eyes crinkled up with his smile.

Oh my, for the lack of a better word, god.
Stop it. Stop being so cute.

When Loki started to mime the movements of a squirrel like creature, Tony just lost it.

Tony grabbed Loki's head and kissed him roughly as he pushed the god backwards towards the bed. They stumbled into it, the kiss deepening with a soft groan from the god below him. There was an immediate reaction in Tony's lower regions at the sound, causing him to break the kiss.

His eyes traveled down the god's body as he asked, "We're not gonna' be interrupted by a gang of fur-wearers are we? The great godly one isn't expecting me right away, right?"

"No, and no. Do continue what you were doing."

With a smile, Tony nuzzled his face into Loki's neck. His hands sliding up into the green tunic, tracing the taut muscles appreciatively. "You're so bossy. Try ' Please, put your hands on me, Tony.'"

Loki pressed his lips close to Stark's ear and whispered breathily, "Please, shut up and fuck me, Tony."

Shuddering at the breath against his neck, Tony paused to mumble. " You little shit."

He growled and dragged his teeth along the god's collar bone before biting down gently in the dip of Loki's neck. He was rewarded with a shuddering gasp and as a small spasm rocked through the god's body.

Let's try that again.

This time, Tony began to slowly suck and kiss the skin, leaving small love bites across Loki's neck and shoulders. With each one, he moved his hands further up the tunic until the found the god's nipples. Leaning up to watch Loki's reaction, he pinched one gently between his two fingers. Loki whined with pleasure, his head tilting back to expose more of the pale neck. Tony took it as an invitation to begin his taste testing again.

With Stark's fingers kneading his nipples slowly underneath his shirt, Loki's mind started to scream for more skin contact. With every twist and pinch the mortal gave him, his heart began to race. There was no reason this small human being should be able to drive him to such lengths. His thoughts halted at the
sight of Stark's face above him. The mortal's cheeks were flushed slightly, his eyes half lidded.

Those amber brown orbs that looked down at him so lovingly, so full of desire for him.

Anthony's eyes.

I remember why he drives me insane, He thought.

He reached up and caressed Tony's chess slowly, a finger tracing around the reactor under his shirt.

"Our clothes, Shall I remove them this time?"

Tony let out a soft groan into his ear before sitting up and straddling the god's hips.

"Do it, now."

A second later, both men were naked, their flesh warming where their bodies touched. Tony chuckled at his lover's unusual eagerness. Loki was the one who typically insisted they remove each other's clothes by hand. Sometimes with their teeth. He licked his lips and tightened his legs around the god's waist, pressing his already throbbing cock closer to Loki's. The heat radiating from Loki's member was inviting. A thought came to him. "Lokes... I don't want you to hate me but I want to ask you to do something for me."

The god raised an eyebrow, his body wriggling in impatience. Tony shivered and leaned down close enough for the tip of his cock to touch Loki's.

Loki twitched. "Anthony, ask me whatever you wish, but get on with it. Before I take over."

Tony took a breath and looked his lover in the eye. " Your Jotun form. I want the real you inside me."

There was a tense moment where he thought Loki would either burst out crying or kill him on the spot. Instead, the god responded wearily. " This is my real form. This is how I have lived most of my life. You never seemed to have a problem with it beforehand."

Tony frowned and leaned back up, ignoring Loki's soft moan at the removal of his cock against his. He continued to look into the green eyes below him. " Loki, think about this. When we first met, I mean really met, you were blue as the sky. I was already falling for you even then. I mean, I thought you looked sexy in blue." Tony chuckled to himself before continuing more seriously. " I feel like I'm not really with you, if its not really you. You get all of me, all my baggage, all my scars, all my shrapnel."

He paused, speaking more quietly. "Lokes, there's nothing to be afraid of. You mean more to me than a flesh colored body."

Tony paused, waiting for any sort of response from the god beneath him. A moment later he got his answer.

Loki's body shuddered as icy blue tendrils crawled up the him. A chill filled the air around them as the green eyes melted into vivid red. Tony's body shivered from both cold and excitement.

He leaned down once more, his lips greedily capturing Loki's blue ones.

"Yeesss..."

Tony slide his tongue along the god's icy lips, enjoying the tingling sensation that crawled across his body. Loki's body was cold, but not unbearably so. There was still a small amount of warmth radiating from the god's lower regions. Smirking, he kissed his way down Loki's chest, following the small raised lines downwards. His tongue found a nipple and began to play with it, while his hands continued to trace the lines around Loki's body.

"A-ah...Tony, it burns."

Flicking his tongue over the nipple once more, Tony paused to look up at the god. Loki's face was tinted a darker blue while his eyes glowed vividly.

Smiling, he shifted back to up to rub his nose affectionately against Loki's. "You are so god damn beautiful...I want you more and more. I –whoa!" He jumped as a cold finger teased his entrance. "Holy shit, that feels weird."

Loki snickered and pressed the finger inside slowly. "This is what you wanted."

Tony groaned as he felt the cold finger begun to wiggle and stretch his entrance out. His hand snuck down and began to tease the tip of Loki's member. Running one of his calloused finger down the underside of the shaft, he savored the panting moans from Loki. Tony let out a whimper as another finger was inserted into his entrance, the god stretching them out in a scissoring motion.

"Oh fuck, no more. I need you... all of you." Tony begged, his breath beginning to catch in his throat. With a purr, Loki lifted Tony's hips carefully and pressed the tip of his already moist cock against the entrance. The god ground his cock upwards teasingly be before slipping in the head.

Tony mewled above him as Loki felt the intense warmth wrap around his member. His body stiffened, eager to be further inside of his lover. With a grunt, he pressed deeper inside feeling the skin of his cock burn from the heat.

"Nggh... Tony..."

Stark threw his head back and screamed. For a panicked moment, Loki thought he had hurt him. He nearly pulled out before he realized that Tony's hips were already beginning to move over him. With a shuddering groan, he started to buck up into Tony, matching his lovers pace. To say it felt amazing, would simply not do it justice. Tony was tight and hot around him, with every thrust he ground down against Loki's hips. Loki relished the expression of ecstasy on Starks face as he rode him. The heat was driving him mad, his excitement was already too much. Looking down at Tony's neglected member, he reached down and began to pump his hand over it in quick, desperate jerks.

"Oh fuck, Lokes!" Tony shouted, his back arching. Loki felt the tension build before he was lost in the waves of euphoria, his eyes seeing stars. He was vaguely aware of Tony's name on his lips, his ears picking up his own name as Stark screamed and came into Loki's hand. For a moment there was nothing but their panting, Loki's eyes fixated on the beautiful image above him. Tony's body glistened with sweat, his eyes were shut as his head lolled back on his shoulders. The mortal gave a content grunt before he sagged against Loki's chest and proceeded to nuzzle into him slowly. Loki shuddered as he removed himself from inside Tony, his body started to cool once more.

From somewhere near his chest, Tony mumbled, " Tonight is officially a two-dog night."

"I have no idea what that means, Anthony."

Tony giggled sleepily as he started to doze off. "Call me Tony. At least until tomorrow."

Loki smiled and wrapped his arms around his lover. "Now who is bossy?"

Tony was already asleep, his face pressed against Loki's blue chest. The god watched him for a while before leaning down gently and kissing his forehead.

"Goodnight, Tony."

Sorry for the long wait guys.

I have been editing the older chapters for AO3 and here. There have been a lot of changes, although nothing story-changing.

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