Loki crashed onto concrete side of the hotel. He couldn't bear it longer.

It was getting too hot. His body wasn't listening to him anymore.

Humans are so impulsive and detesting.

Trying to get their hands on the god of Mischief? Ha! They can wait another thousand years, and it still won't be happening.

Loki tapped his short daggers. Blood dripped off the tips and fell to the ground next to two bodies. He heard a whirring behind him after that, and without looking, Loki knew who it was.

"Long time no see, Stark," he whispered. A faint smile touched the edge of his lips, and he swerved around, flinging a knife at Tony. The knife didn't go very far before it clanged on the metal. Loki gasped and smiled, but there was no more energy left inside of him to do anything else. By his father's name, this earthen weather was remarkably hot…

"Loki!" Tony shouted. He too, had realized that Loki was having trouble moving at all, but when he threw the knife, everything snapped.

Who cared if this guy was in heat? Who cared if he was hurt, or anything else?

Loki had thrown a knife! At him!

Tony blasted full speed into the god, slamming him into the building. One of his red fists gripped the vulnerable throat. Loki still didn't drop that horrible smile, darn it.

"Tony!" Tony heard a voice shout out his name.

Oh yeah. You wish.

Thor crashed into Tony, forcefully separating the two men. He gripped Loki's wrist and pulled him away from Tony, who cursed and stood up. He blasted full speed towards the two men, but was stopped short but another figure.

"No hit friend!" the figure yelled.

"What? Why are you here?" Tony demanded. The looming green figure bared his teeth and jumped on the pavement, cracking the stone.

At this point, a group of commoners had surrounded them.

"Tony! Out, now!" Steve's voice called out.

"Why?"

Then at the exact same moment, a bucket of water splashed down all over the three people, including Tony. It was supposed to be cool, being dumped and drenched in water, but it was like Tony was being set on fire, with ants crawling all over him.

Tony screamed, falling to his knees. Jarvis turned on the air-conditioning system, but still the burning sensation didn't disappear.

"What wrong?" Hulk asked, frowning. Thor and Loki had stopped arguing when the water came down, and was now staring at Tony, who was wrapped in Steve's arms. Steve kept on murmuring, "Oh, this is not good…this is very not good…"

"Heat?" Thor whispered, and Loki looked up at him.

"Ow."

Thor was gripping Loki's hand so tightly that it felt like his bones were going to snap (for the third time within 30 hours). His eyes were alight, like a huntsman tracking down his prey.

And his eyes were set on Tony.

"Hey!" Loki called out. Thor's head snapped down, and his eyes dimmed down a switch. But the heavy look of desire didn't quite diminish. Yet before either one of them made a move, they could hear Tony's muffled scream of surprise as Steve carried him and ran off.

"Stark Tower, now." Loki gripped Thor's hand, and upon his brother's request, Thor spun his hammer and took off into the sky. Hulk followed after Steve and Tony, thundering down the streets.

As Loki flew past the buildings, he felt another wave of heat wash over him. His hand failed him again, and it slipped out of Thor's.

Just like the first time.

Like when he fell into the abyss.

He couldn't find his voice to scream though. He just fell, staring as Thor's face grew smaller, his eyes widening, his mouth opening, the two syllables, "Lo—ki!" forming…

And then he was clutched in another grasp, dangling by his legs. His side felt bruised, but Loki was thankful that he wasn't some mush on the sidewalk right now. He knew who had caught him—the strength, the grumbling noises, the speed and swift movements—it had to be Hulk.

And sure enough, it was. Except unlike last time, this time he wasn't trying to beat him into the ground.

"Thanks!" Thor called. He had his hand stretched out, and in an instance Loki was flying through the air towards his brother.

"Oh my…Don't ever do that again!" Loki screamed, but he was quickly sealed off with a pair of lips. He gazed, eyes wide, into the blue eyes of his brother. The steel coldness emitting from the pupils frightened him.

Except, he couldn't tell Thor that.

And it felt…good…

No way!

Loki shoved Thor's face away, his breaths coming out in small gasps. He knew that his face must be ridiculously red now, but he hoped it wasn't that obvious.

"We're here," Thor announced.

How could he be so calm? That's not my brother, Loki thought. But I can't say I don't love him…

And with a quiet whisper, he murmured, "Thor…"

Hey guys! I'm so sorry this is so late...I went on vaca and left this at home without uploading...sorry! I know Loki is a little (a lot) OOC this chapter! Smut scene coming up soon (first time writing so much smut...gahh!)

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