Authors note: This is the second installment of my Frostiron series. If you haven't already, Please read "The Breathless fall" first. I promise it is worth it! And everything will make so much more sense if you do! P.S I'm still having trouble with paragraphs, so ignore the dots again...
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Iron man 3 and the avengers. I do not own any marvel characters or their movie interpretations.
Contest (of sorts): got an idea for kinky frostion sex that you've been itching to read about? Send me a message and I might just have them do it your way for next time!
Chapter 4
"What lies ahead."
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Loki catches the jacket in midair. Such intriguing designs, these Midgardian clothes. Never much in the way of weight, or layers.
Tony pokes his head out from the closet. "How's that one fitting?" He asks before disappearing behind a drawer.
Loki slips on the silk lined jacket and pulls it down around his shoulders. The sleeves stop halfway up his wrist. He sighs and tosses it onto the growing pile atop Tony's bed.
"Tony I appreciate your continued efforts to find me an outfit but-"
"HA!" Tony shouts and throws a couple of shirts at him. "I knew it was in the bottom. One of these should work."
Loki catches one of the garments in midair, and takes off the dress shirt he's wearing. Instead he slips on a grey short sleeved shirt. The material is softer and lighter than he expected. He adjusts the little v-neck and he looks down to find that his stomach muscles are practically straining against the snug fabric.
"Oh, I like this one." Tony reached around behind him to stroke the tight material against his stomach.
His lover purposely scratches his unruly beard against his neck and Loki ducks out of his arms.
"Your beard is distasteful." He snorts and proceeds to fish in the pile of clothes for another jacket, coming up empty.
"I can't find where Pepper put my razor." Tony mock pouts behind him.
"Stark, if you continue to stick your lip out at me, I am going to bite it." Loki warns as Tony closes in on him.
"Maybe I want you to." Tony bats his eyelashes in an overly dramatic gesture and Loki turns his head away.
"Enough Tony! We will never leave if you persist." Loki walks into the bathroom and wets his hands. He starts finger combing his long locks back over his head. His mind churns, and he smiles at Tony.
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"What? What did I do?" Tony raises an eyebrow and fusses with his hair in the mirror next to him.
"Sit on the ledge."
"Why?"
Loki sighs. "Sit Tony."
"If it pleases me. Which it does." The Iron man scoots onto the counter top and kicks his feet like a small child.
"Stop moving." Loki commands and flicks his wrist to call up a dagger. Tony immediately pales.
"Loki you know I was kidding about the diva thing-"
"Do you have any cream to shave with?" He asks calmly.
Tony makes a nervous laugh and reaches for a metal tube. "Just press the button."
Loki takes the can and places it on the counter. Instead he reaches for a little towel and soaks it in the hottest water he can stand. He places it on Tony's chin, and the Iron man winces.
"Shit that's hot!" Tony's face begins to flush.
He tests a bit of the white foam in his hands, lathering them together. "Remove the cloth Tony."
Tony obliges him and tosses the hot towel in the sink. Loki leans into his partner, and Tony wraps his legs on either side of his hips.
Loki sighs. "As long as you stay still then." He paints his partners face with the shaving cream.
Tony snots a laugh as Loki paints over a bruise from their romp in the shower.
"Tony." He warns locking his eyes, trying to keep the frigidity genius still.
"Sorry." he manages through clenched teeth. "Tickles."
Loki flicks the blade in his hand and places it just at the edge of Tony's hairline beside his ear. He takes two quick scrapes and one long one, going with the grain of Tony's stubble. Tony is rigid under his hands, wary when the blade shines in his eyes.
"If I have to ask you to relax again Anthony I will leave this half finished. Now ether you trust me, or you do not." Loki pauses with the blade edge near Tony's ear.
His companion's shoulders slump and Tony looks up into his eyes. "I do, its just a little intimidating being shaved with a knife."
Loki delicately removes the stray pieces around his jaw, and taps his chin. "Up please."
Tony exposes his neck and Loki places the sharp blade against his throat and gently takes a line of stubble away.
Loki concentrates to keep the blade steady and even. He draws careful lines down his lover's throat and finishes the last line with a flourish.
He takes the newly smoothed jaw in his left hand and gently begins to shear the details around Tony's moustache, and inside the chin. He is forced to take smaller flicks to compensate for the lack of room. As he carves out the little triangle in the center, Tony flinches and Loki nicks him just below the lip.
"Ouch Lo-"
Loki catches the small drip of blood with his mouth, pressing his tongue against the bleed. Tony's blood is delightfully warm, and Loki lets his glamour slip, just enough to cool his mouth. He slides his cold tongue over the cut, stopping the flow of blood.
Tony shivers in his hand, and he brings his lips up to kiss his lover properly. Loki parts and lets a frosty breath ghost over Tony's lips.
"I told you to stay still." He smiles and reaches for a cloth to wipe the last of the cream from Tony's face.
"You can do that? Change at will? I wanna see it again!" Tony demands holding Loki's hips captive against his crossed legs. The coarse denim fabric chafes him slightly and he wishes the pant legs were not so slim fitted.
"Perhaps later." he chides. He works himself from Tony's grip and slinks over to the pile of clothes to pick up a simple black vest.
Loki relishes the feel of the silk lining as it coolly drapes off his shoulders. "Is this satisfactory dress?" He asks tilting his head to watch Tony admire his new shave in the mirror.
"You look fine," Tony waves his hand without looking, unable to tear himself away from his reflection.
He chuckles and adjusts his vest. A faint musk wafts from the fabric and Loki inhales the sweet scent of cinnamon, metal and the faintest hint of chamomile. He brings up the hem of the shirt to his nose, enjoying the sent.
"I have Kleenex in the bathroom if you want to wipe your nose you know." Tony asks him, eyebrow in danger of disappearing into his hairline.
"This vest, It carries your smell. Do you wear it often?" He asks, curious to learn more of his lovers habits.
"Ok, what are you a bloodhound? and yes because Pepper makes me." Tony flashes him a sarcastic grin and Loki rolls his eyes.
He watches his partner pick up a loose brown leather jacket over top of his white t-shirt. Tony takes a moment to fix the fly on his light blue jeans. He the picks up a folded piece of leather on the table, and stuffs it in a pocket inside the jacket.
"Ready to go?" He asks and opens the door for him.
"Where are we going? I expected to dress in more formal attire for out evening meal." He asks, letting a hand trail down the waterfall as they descend to the garage.
Tony punches in the numbers on the garage door and -
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"Stay puppy!" little Loki moves his dog under the numbers, and crawls up onto his back. Loki clenches his fur in his hands. "Now up!" Fenrir pushes up against the glass with his front legs and Loki just manages to reach the numbers. He knows exactly what to push. 1, 0, 6.
There is a little beep, and the door unlocks.
"Good boy!" Loki rubs his dog's ears. Fenrir licks his face in reply, then calmly saunters off back down the hall.
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Tony looks back at him quizzically, but Loki brushes him off. "Just a stray memory."
He watches Tony pick up a set of keys off the counter and watches as one of the car's headlights blink in response.
"I haven't taken the Audi out in like, forever." He says and hops into the driver's seat. Loki waits patiently for Tony to open the door, but his lover just stares back at him.
"you do know that you have to get in the car for this to work, right? Unless you want me to carry you in the suit."
"I did not-" Loki sighs. "Never you mind Tony." He flicks the handle open and slides into the low leather seat. Unfortunately his knees press into the ledge in front of him.
"Here let me fix that." Tony says while reaching between his legs, uninvited. "Stark! What are you doing?" Loki snorts, and Tony's hand wiggles a little farther under the seat.
"Where is it- ha!" he cheers and there is a clunk, and Loki's chair is pushed back. "Better now?"
Loki stretches his legs wonderfully, enjoying the crinkling sound of the denim fabric. "Much improved, thank you." He pulls over his seat belt just as Tony clicks his in. The roar of the engine startles him and Tony laughs.
"Time to burn some rubber baby!" He shouts and the car jumps to life, speeding up and out of the garage.
Loki's head smacks into the back of the padded seat and the drive is an absolute blur to him.
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fifteen minutes of white knuckle driving later...
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"You can let go of the dashboard now Loki." Tony laughs as he parks the car.
Loki gingerly releases his fingers from the bent metal. "That was... bracing..." He manages.
"Aw I was going easy on you too. Are those hand prints? Shit, we missed that truck by like, at least half an inch." Tony whines and rubs his hand over the dents.
"I am not used to travelling at such speeds." Is all Loki trusts himself to say.
Tony sighs and climbs out of the car. Loki fumbles with the clasp for a moment and a breeze ruffles his hair.
Tony has opened the door and Loki takes his extended hand.
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They walk together to a little red bricked restaurant. A hand painted sign proclaims the building as "La Medusa". A warm, welcoming light flood from inside ,and as tony opens the door, Loki is assaulted by a wall of noise.
There is a man in the corner strumming a guitar to a laughing and singing audience. Several people have moved tables and chairs around in a maze, but Tony navigates him through the oddly matched furniture. He maneuvers them to a corner table and sits down.
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Loki is slightly overwhelmed with the rowdiness of the crowd. He shuts his eyes for a moment trying to calm himself. The voices babble incessantly, most in languages that are unknown to him. There is a sharp tang of meat over fire, and pungent smells of roasting tomatoes waft from the kitchen. He opens his eyes when he senses movement near him, and watches as a young girl, no more than a walking babe, skitters past and shrieks when she runs into her mother arms. The music, the voices, the unfamiliarity is pressing against his mind, burrowing there and causing him to become disorientated and nauseous. There is a hand on his shoulder, and Loki jumps in his chair.
"Hey, are you ok?" Tony has moved his chair closer and squeezes his shoulder gently.
Loki winces at the simple touch, to overstimulated to do anything but wring his hands. Tony snags a waitress and speaks quickly in unknown words. The dark skinned woman nods, and points towards a door in the back.
"Come on, we're gonna move somewhere quieter, ok?" Tony cajoles him, and helps him to his feet. Together they make it to the door, and Loki is greeted with a rush of cool air.
The room is pitch black and Loki blinks to let his eye shine glow. His companion's reactor glows softly in the dark, further illuminating his path. He picks out a very long table in the center of the small room, and leads Tony in the dark, to the end. Loki sits down at the head of the banquet table and Tony sits at his corner. He waves his hand over the table, and a row of long candles ignite with his magic. The door at the end of the room finally swings shut, and Loki sighs as the world becomes lovely and quiet again.
Tony scoots his chair closer and leans on the table. "What was that about? It looked like you were going to keel over there. You went pale...paler."
"Do not concern yourself with me Anthony." Loki states, cutting short his name. "Would you ask for some wine? I would like to sate my thirst." Loki rests his elbows on the table and stares away from Tony, until he takes the hit and leaves. He pauses at the door, and Loki simply nods.
The instant Tony leaves, Loki clutches his chest in agony. His blood thunders in his ears, and he desperately fights to regain control. There is something tickling his ear and he gently touches the lobe. His fingers come away wet, and he panics at the sight of his blood.
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That presence...
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There is a familiar pressure at the back of his neck. Hot hands curl around his throat, and he chokes on waves of molten anger. It stifles him, smothers him in its rage, but it is unable to sink its phantom claws into his body.
The burning magic heats the very air in his lungs, and he is left taking shallow, needy breaths. A voice speaks like the crackle of dry twigs over flame.
He tries to block out the cruel words that are being screamed into his mind. He struggles under the hot pressure, and Loki feels a warm trickle down his cheek. Against such a powerful onslaught, he has no choice but to smother his magic, Like a lone soldier dousing his campfire, lest he be discovered.
Loki takes in a deep breath, and lowly draws it out. He focuses his thoughts inwards and finds the bright emerald core inside his heart. He dims the light as one would a lantern, cutting himself off from the fuel of his soul. His magic wains, and finally withers to the point of a gutted flame. It flickers with the beat of his heart, just holding on to the tiniest scrap of magic, so he can keep his glamour.
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He hopes it will be enough.
The smoldering grip on his neck lessens and Loki greedily sucks in a breath. The burning presence fades from his side, and he is finally and mercifully alone. Loki gently wipes away the blood from his ear and crumples the soiled napkin on a chair.
He carefully slows his breathing down and hides away any sign of his discomfort. Loki lets a cool mask slip over his face, one of practiced boredom. He will not allow the visitor any satisfaction that he has affect him so. Tonight is for himself and Tony alone, and he will not have it any other way.
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Loki picks up a utensil and idly rolls it between his fingers. The door at the back of the room swings open and Tony arrives with two bottles of wine. He dances down the side of the table and spins once before placing the bottles on the table. Tony sits down with a woomf and wiggles closer to him.
Loki reaches his arm around Tony's shoulder and cards his fingers through his lover's short hair. Tony leans into his hand like a pet, and fishes a bottle opener from his pocket. "I take it you missed me?" Tony nudges closer to him, so that he can continue to be massaged.
Loki gives him a smile and kisses the top of his head. "Of course I did."
"Red or white Loki?" Tony asks gesturing to the bottles.
He reads the unfamiliar labels -quail's gate- and -yellow tail- "Whatever you decide."
Tony uncorks the white, and pours their glasses. "I meant what one do you want first?"
Loki chuckles. "And what of our supper?"
"Taken care of. I ordered for both of us already." Tony places a firm hand on his back and Loki revels in the warmth from his partner.
"A toast?"Loki asks quietly.
"You are so old fashioned." Tony laughs and picks up his drink. "To what?"
Loki ponders for a moment. "To...you Anthony. And this lovely evening."
His companion blushes slightly. "Thanks. Uh, and to you as well." He stumbles.
They clink glasses and drown their drinks together.
"Mmm!" Tony blurts before swallowing. "Sorry one sec." Loki watches as his companion fishes out this little phone and type a quick message. "Can't forget to make Happy come get us after."
Loki pours himself another glass, eager to taste the Midgardian wine again. It is little more than tempered fruit juice to him. Thor would have though it water.
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They manage to finish off the bottle of white just before their food arrives.
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Tony claps his hands in delight. "Ah! Yes I'm starving!"
A lovely dark skinned woman -Elisa- (from her name tag). Carries in a large platter lain with food. She walks down and begins to lay the spoils around them. Two large bowls of pasta, one white, one red. A large loaf of steaming bread and a small dish of green butter. A small bottle of olive oil is placed near the bread and Tony immediately proceeds to drizzle a piece with it.
The young woman takes a look at him and frowns slightly. She speaks to Tony in a hurried tone, and his lover raises his hands in defense before making a quick rebuttal. Elisa puts a cool hand over his own and Loki is taken back by the gesture. He stiffens his body, readying himself for any hostile act, but she smiles sweetly at him before pointing an accusing finger at Tony. Elisa gives him one last opinion, before her serious expression bursts into laughter. Tony joins in and Loki gives a false smile.
She asks a question to which Tony nods, and she leaves with a smile. As the door swings shut, Loki wrings his hands free of the unwanted touch. "Care to tell me what just transpired?"
"I'm in trouble, that's what happened. Apparently I'm not feeding my date enough!" Tony tucks a napkin on his lap and Loki mimics him.
Tony takes a slice from the loaf of bread and slathers it in butter before passing it to him. He makes one for himself before pulling the creamy bowl of pasta towards him and dipping the piece in it.
Loki takes a tentative bite of the bread. The savory garlic is most pleasing to him. "This is delectable Tony."
His partner has a mouth full of pasta and nods enthusiastically. "Hm!" He swallows. "Here, try some of this!"
Tony twirls his fork in the long noodles and holds it out to Loki, hand poised underneath to catch the sauce.
Loki hesitates for a moment before allowing himself to be hand fed by Tony. He takes the mouthful of noodles off the fork and Tony raises an eyebrow. "So?"
Loki silently laughs at his willingness to be so domesticated by the actions of his partner. He swallows the deliciously creamy and tangy sauce and smiles. "Most enjoyable."
Tony gives him a satisfied smile before digging back into his food.
They eat and drink for a few moments in silence, well mostly silence. Loki chuckles as Tony makes another obscene noise of pleasure in the back of his throat as he swallows a mouthful of red wine.
His companion not content with such quiet contemplation begins to ask him questions.
"So what did you do to Jarvis?" He asks and scrapes a piece of bread around the rim of his plate.
Loki holds up a hand to his mouth until he finishes swallowing. "I'm sorry, what did I do?"
Tony tears off another piece and pops it in his mouth. "Jarvis. -Damn that's good- You gave him a glitch. Pass me the bottle would you? Ah thank-you. Whatever you did, getting my suit, you gave him a bug. He's still twitchy."
Loki sips on the wine, and lets the summer blackberry and oak flavors roll on his tongue. "I made your machine ill?"
"You glitched him! Jarvis does not get glitches. I couldn't even pinpoint where it was. Me! You broke my butler-tron!" He takes a swig of wine. "He kept correcting me on how to properly treat a lady, Pepper, and what "hideous" clothes I was wearing. He sounded like my mother!"
Or my mother... Loki muses to himself as he remembers her saving visit. "I assure you it was unintentional."
Tony takes a large twirl of pasta. "How did you get my armor anyways?"
Loki flashes him a knowing grin. "Magic."
Tony scowls at him. "That's cheating you know. I'll figure it out eventually."
He places his his hand on Tony's lap. "Oh I'm sure you will dear Anthony. But in the meantime, I quite enjoy teasing you." Loki lets his hand massage his lovers thigh and he smiles as he watches Tony stiffen beneath his fingertips.
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"Shit Loki." Tony mumbles and wiggles his hips closer. "I think its time for- ah! Stop it, not here."
"I'm still hungry." He purrs and lets his hand wind up his lover's T-shirt. Tony groans and leans in to kiss him.
Loki knows he is taking advantage of his inebriated companion, but he wants Tony, He needs to feel his body against his own. Tony's lips taste of sweet and spice and Loki pulls him onto his lap. "Will you indulge me?" Loki whispers and nips at his ear.
"Right now? Happy will be here in like ten minutes, cant you wait?" Tony whines and tries to sit back in his own chair.
"Then we should hurry." Loki growls, and watches his lover's resolve fail.
Tony kisses him with urgency, and Loki reaches down to undo Tony's jeans. The playboy kicks them off his lap and Loki winds his fingers around his companions shaft until it hardens under his relentless teasing.
Tony grinds his hips against Loki's lap, and he hisses when Tony purposely nudges his bulge straining against the fly of his jeans. "That was quick." Tony pants in his ear, happily fondling him through the waistcoat.
Loki unzips his fly, and sighs at the release of pressure. "I was thinking of devouring you again all night." He says and latches onto Tony's lips as he rips away his companion's boxers. Loki smothers the gasp that is torn from his lips with his own. "Quiet Anthony, lest we be discovered."
Tony moans on his lap and reaches for the bottle of olive oil. "Use this." he pants, and Loki slathers a generous amount on his hand before cupping his mewling partner again. He waits no time and inserts two slick fingers into his partner.
"How are you still so tight Anthony? I though our earlier tryst would loosen you." Loki whispers and Tony is quickly becoming an unruly mess as Loki pumps his fingers into him. Loki finds the sensitive bundle of nerves and presses down on it hard, and spreads his companion roughly.
"Ow." Tony whines and kisses him along his neck.
"Sorry, Tony. I will give you a moment." Loki adds a third finger to the knuckle, and He feels Tony's warm hands pull him free of his pants and underwear. He groans as Tony plays with his length.
"Its ok, I'm good." Tony says and positions himself on Loki's lap just above his pulsing length. Loki removes his slick hand from Tony and gives himself a quick rundown of oil, before catching Tony's hips and pulling him down. Every time Tony exhales, Loki pushes himself in a little farther. He slowly coaxes in to his partners body, stopping when Tony's nails dig through his t-shirt. "Easy big guy." He winces and Loki massages him until he finally relaxes onto his length.
Tony pauses for a moment and reaches down to pleasure himself. "Move now." Tony says through gritted teeth and instead of pulling out, Loki rocks Tony's hips on his lap, in quick shallow thrusts. He relishes the way his lover's body accepts him whole, and how warm and tight Tony is inside. He makes sure to hit Tony's most sensitive spot, quickly throwing his partner into throws of ecstasy.
Loki thrusts up slightly, and increases his speed. He can feel his lover heat up from the friction, and the soft walls clench around his painfully hard shaft, making Loki push father inside, craving more of his lover's body around him.
Tony has worked himself into a frenzy and his face begins to blush with the onset of his orgasm. "So quickly?" Loki asks and grinds deep into Tony, making his lover sob with want.
"Yes!" Tony whispers and pushes himself down on Loki's length. Loki relinquishes control, and lets Tony ride him raw in the chair.
Tony begins to take in ragged breaths and thrusts himself down hard. Loki's can feel his own release eminent and he clutches Tony's shoulders and holds his lover down as he steals the hot breath from his lungs. Tony unable to move up, moves forward and back now, driving Loki wild. His own breath catches and with a short gasp, he empties his seed into his lover's wet, warm body. Tony gives a grunt and catches his release in his hands, being careful not to mess his clothes. Tony's body clenches around his own, and he continues to rock against him until Loki is milked dry.
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They stay panting in each others arms for a moment, and Tony slumps against him. "So much better than dessert." He sighs and then shakes his head. "We didn't think this through. I'm gonna be a mess."
Loki kissed him tenderly and pops the cork off the empty wine bottle.
"You wouldn't."
"It is your only option."
"Fine, but you owe me. Big time."
Loki slowly pulls out of Tony, and gently replaces his length with the cork. He holds it there until Tony's body accepts it.
"This is really unconformable." Tony stammers.
Loki whispers in his ear. "If you behave yourself on the drive home, I promise to clean you, thoroughly."
Tony squirms off his lap and wipes his hands on a napkin. Loki passes him his jeans, and the shredded remains of his underwear. Tony quickly dresses and stuffs the boxers into a pant pocket. Loki reaches down to zip his partner up, after cleaning himself off.
Tony's phone buzzes against his leg and he winces, still sensitive with arousal. "Gotta be Happy. Home then Loki?" He asks while putting several folded bills on the table.
"Oh yes." He says and places a possessive hand over Tony's hip as they walk out the door.
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Later, at home..
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Loki sighs and places a hand around Tony's still damp sleeping from. True to his word, Loki kept up his bargain and released Tony from his torment in the shower before bed.
He smiles and lets his hand draw deigns around his lover's glowing chest. He watches Tony breathe quietly for a few minutes, content to spend a lifetime watching over his partner this way.
But, his work calls to him.
Loki steps quietly out of the room, pausing only to dress himself in his tunic and light pants.
He makes his way down the stairs, silent as a ghost. He wanders through the house, and opens the door to the patio outside. The newly risen moon is full, and Loki uses its light to guide himself down to the pool. He sits on the ledge and slips his feet into the water, sighing at the lovely cool temperature. Here, alone and quiet, he allows himself to think.
What will I do when he comes for me? When he tires of sending his spies will he send my brother? Thor, I will not fight you again. I can not. But if you come to take me away, back to Asgard, I will fight with everything I have.
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Brother, you do not know what he did to me. If I go back, I will never recover.
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Anthony, My sweet shining star. If that dreaded day comes, what will you do? Will you let me go, and save yourself? Or will you howl at the sky in all your fury, screaming at the deaf gods until your voice cracks and your mind breaks?
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How can I ask you to endure this? We may live in peace for a time, but sooner or later I must... I cant...
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I cannot lose you, not again...
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A flutter of wings snaps him out of his thoughts and Loki looks up to the source of the noise.
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A soulless black raven is perched on the door frame. It cocks its head to give Loki the full view of its one good eye. It glows a sickly yellow, and it opens its mouth to shriek.
Loki bares his teeth in a silent sneer. "Greetings Allfather."
Odin's raven caws and flashes its beak in warning.
"I received you earlier message over dinner." Loki spits at the raven.
The bird screams in anger and spreads its wings.
"If you want me, Father, know this. I will not go quietly, I will fight you every hour of every day. I will never submit to you again." Loki is standing now, nearly yelling at his father's spy.
The raven hops down and it opens its beak. Hot yellow light floods from its mouth, and Odin's burning presence scorches him for the second time that day.
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"When I have recovered, Loki Laufeyson. I will come for you myself."
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The bird glows hotter and its sides bulge and groan out of shape. It shrieks as the Allfather channels his magic through it for one last message.
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"And I will destroy everything you hold dear."
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With that, the bird explodes into ash and Loki is left shaking on the spot. He falls to his knees and begins to sob at Odin's promise.
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But it does not last long.
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Loki only gives himself a moment to feel afraid. Just one moment where all his fear and anguish well up inside him. One moment where the tide of emotions is so strong it is nearly blinding. But that's all it is, just a fleeting moment in time. Its gone, and in its place, he is cooled, he is calmed, and he begins to weave a web of intelligent design. One he hopes that will save Tony, and himself. He takes one strong step forward, and leaves the fear behind him.
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He has plenty of work to do now.