Author's Note: I know a lot of you have been reading since Loki's Pain. And I know I said that there would be Tony/Loki smut somewhere in the first fic but things got complicated. Well...wait no longer. Thank you for being patient with me!
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Frigga is silent as she sits with both of her sons. Odin sits to the left of her, finally having had a free moment to spend a quiet dinner with her and their sons.
They reside over a simple supper of roasted salmon and fruit. Freshly harvested strawberries and melon to be precise. After her insistence on checking the health of the baby, Loki was not sure he could say no to her.
Loki notes that the evening isn't at all unpleasant, except for the fact that Thor keeps glancing at him every ten seconds or so. He knows that it isn't the case, but feels self-conscious enough to think his brother is staring because of his blue skin.
In reality, Thor is looking at his abdomen for any signs of life. At first, Loki is annoyed by it, but his mind soon begins to wander somewhere else and the moment for anger is lost. A small and nagging guilt nags at him from the inside of his head. He feels Frigga place a delicate hand over his.
"Loki, dear. Please tell me that you are feeling alright. You seem a bit off tonight," the queen says. Loki turns his head in her direction. His mother is staring at him with a worried expression on her face. Loki simply gives her a small smile.
"It's nothing. I guess I'm just eager to return to Midgard. I have unfinished business there," he tells her. She nods slowly.
"Surely you will stay until morning? I fear it is too late to return anyway," she begins telling him. Loki sighs. She doesn't want him to leave, he realizes. He can understand her apprehension. After almost losing him to death three times now, she doesn't want to let him go.
"Besides that," she continues, "the threat of the people here has already been vanquished for the most part. Your father has changed the servants and no one is allowed into the palace without special permission now. You will be safe here if you choose to stay. You know how excessive travel with the Bifrost makes you feel sick. Please stay," she says. Loki nods, giving her hand a light squeeze.
"It's alright mother. You have nothing to fret about. I fear I cannot stay, but I promise you that once I get to Midgard, I will rest and take care of myself properly." At this, she smiles.
"I would at least like to visit until the baby is born," she says. Loki nods silently. He would never deny her that right, no matter how unnecessary it is given the circumstances.
When Loki finally returns to Midgard, it is with Thor by his side. He is grateful that Thor does not speak much along the way. The questions Loki knows he wants to ask are safely tucked away for a later date.
The Bifrost deposits them on the open top of Stark Tower, which Loki finds very convenient since he doesn't feel like walking there or being carried by Thor via Mjolnir. The nervousness he feels now makes the dinner they had shared with their parents sits heavily on his stomach, even if it was a light meal.
As arranged beforehand, Lorelei is currently at a S.H.I.E.L.D. base where she will be examined and interrogated. Loki had been assured that she would be let go soon after if she proved to be cooperative. He thinks he will never see the woman again and is not ashamed of the gleeful thoughts that come to mind. The woman is a bit of a handful.
Loki glances at his brother when he sees the mess of broken Ironman suit parts scattered about the roof. He takes a breath. 'This can't be good', he thinks. Beside him, Thor only gives a weary sigh and walks towards one of the cracked glass doors. Loki has no choice but to follow.
The inside of the house is even worse that he had expected. The scene of destruction seems to stretch on for miles. He's not sure whether or not he wants to continue. When Thor turns around, Loki steels his features.
"Anthony will most likely be in his laboratory. I think it would be best if I go ahead and explain the situation first. Perhaps that will make things easier on the both of you," his brother tells him. Loki nods. When the god is gone, he walks about the room, surveying the damage.
There are holes in the walls from the blasts of reactor energy, obviously from Tony's repulsor rays. Large chunks of the ceiling have fallen down, creating deep scratches in the floor.
Mostly, there lie chunks of cement ranging from the size of his pinky nail to rocks no bigger than his head. Whatever happened here will take a bit of work to repair. He figures that the debris will be the easiest to clean since all it requires is a bit of sweeping. Loki nudges a piece of cement with his toe out of boredom.
Before he knows it, ten minutes have passed. Then another fifteen. After thirty minutes of waiting, he begins to worry. It is almost a full hour before Thor returns. A solemn expression is etched onto his face and he doesn't look particularly happy to be where he is at the moment.
"Is something wrong?" Loki asks, fearing the worst. Thor shakes his head. He runs a large hand through his blond hair and pats Loki on the shoulder with the other.
"There was a bit of tension when I spoke to him, but I think all is well. He wishes to see you urgently," Thor tells him. Loki nods and allows himself to be pulled into a hug.
"Where are you off to now?" he asks. Thor smiles, almost bashfully.
"I am off to visit Jane. I must speak with her before I leave for Asgard again," he says. Loki nods silently. He figured he'd be left alone. Probably for the best.
When Thor takes off, Loki turns in the direction of the lab. The god isn't sure what he's supposed to say to get the ball rolling, but he knows it's something along the lines of 'I'm sorry I didn't tell you I wasn't dead'. The very sentence sounds ludicrous to him, but it's the only thing he has. He can only hope that along with the truth is enough.
There is a moment where Lorelei thinks that the mortal man standing in front of her is cute. Not overly attractive...just cute. She gives him a dazzling smile of hers and raises her chest just enough to be enticing. He isn't having any of it. 'So be it', she thinks. She's just spent a whole two hours being interrogated and believes that she deserves a bit of fun at the very least.
"You know, I think I remember you. My unit handled you once before didn't we?" he asks. His voice sounds a bit hoarse, but that could just be from stress. He seems like a busy man after all. Lorelei sighs and her chest deflates. The man's suit is impeccably pressed and his posture is rigid. One would think him to be an Asgardian prince given the right attire.
"I'm sorry. Can't say that I remember you. Perhaps if you come closer, I could have a better look," she suggests. He sighs.
"My name's Phil Coulson. But you can just call me Agent Coulson. Everyone else does," he tells her. Lorelei smiles again.
"And here I thought I was special," she pouts. That pulls a smile from him and she's certain that her charm is working. Then he writes something down on the paper he's holding. Maybe not.
"Loki seems to think you are," he tells her. She resists the urge to roll her eyes if only to keep up her innocent facade.
"Well, Loki is a very tough man to convince, therefore, I must be as beautiful as they say. Don't you agree?" She blinks her eyelashes in rapid succession in one last attempt to entice him. He sighs, shaking his head.
"I think I have all that I need from you Miss..." he trails off when he realizes that he doesn't have the last name for the woman on file. The sorceress shrugs nonchalantly.
"Just call me Lorelei, Agent Coulson," she tells him with a wink. He lets out a heavy breath and simply nods.
Loki's first reaction to seeing the inventor freshly showered and wearing a comfortable looking sweater is mild shock. Admittedly, this was unexpected. From Thor's depiction of the inventor, Loki had been expecting something along the lines of a man half dead with sorrow and depression. He swallows his apprehension and enters the open doors of the lab. The sweater still looks weird, but he decides not to say anything.
Tony is wearing a set of headphones with a microphone attached. He's currently speaking commands into it, apparently instructing the robots to clean up the room and the rest of the tower along with it. Dum-E is having a hard time sweeping up a pile of trash over in the corner since he keeps dropping the broom.
"Tony," Loki calls softly from the doorway. The inventor's only response to Loki's voice is a slight hesitation in his ministrations. He begins typing on his virtual keyboard much faster this time before throwing the screen's projection up in front of his face.
"You know, usually, when someone dies there's a big funeral and then there's a body that loved ones can actually grieve over. I should have known something was up, you sly little magic devil," he says. Loki isn't sure whether Tony is angry with him or mocking him playfully. Or just both at the same time. He enters the rest of the way into the room.
"Tony we need to talk," he says. The inventor snorts.
"Boy do we?" the inventor asks sarcastically. Loki frowns. Ok, that was definitely not a positive tone of voice, so his inquiry is answered.
Loki comes closer so that now he's standing over the man's shoulder watching his hands. These are strong hands, Tony has. Rough and muscled from long hours of hard work with their machinery.
The inventor rises out of his chair. Suddenly without warning, he kicks it away. It hits the wall with a dull thud, bouncing back a few inches. Next, he removes the headphones, leaving his hair an unruly mess. Lastly, he turns to face Loki.
Loki's heart almost melts at the sight of Tony's deep brown eyes. There is an intensity in them that he hasn't seen in a long time, and even then it's different. He's never seen this side of the man before. It leaves him conflicted in what he is feeling at the moment.
"Thor explained some things to me. I understand that you had to go off the grid for a while. I'm not mad," the inventor says quietly. Loki frowns.
"You don't seem very happy to see me. Believe me, when I say I'm sorry. I am sorry. It was never my intention to cause you any pain." Tony nods.
"I know. But it's the fact that you felt you had to do it on your own. We're building a relationship here Loki. We're supposed to do this shit together. It's all what being a superhero is about," he says. Loki can't help the smile that comes to his lips.
"I am no hero Anthony Edward Stark," the god tells him. Tony's body gives an involuntary shiver when he hears his full name roll off Loki's tongue like that.
"Neither am I," he answers. Tony takes a step closer to the god, their gazes locked. Loki returns the stare wholeheartedly. He knows they are getting into dangerous territory here so he takes a steadying breath.
"We need to talk," he tries once more. The inventor gives him a lopsided grin. The heat in his eyes recedes for the time being, but Loki can see that is still there, just smoldering underneath the surface.
"Ok," he answers. He pulls up another chair and gestures for Loki to sit. The god slides into it, feeling nervous. He knows that Tony's eyes are on him, most likely studying his new blue skin. He's still getting used to other people seeing it.
"Tony, I don't want you to hate me," he says quietly. The inventor frowns and leans closer.
"I could never hate you Loki," the inventor answers truthfully. Loki chews the inside of his lip. He figures it's better to get it out in the open as soon as possible.
"Tony, I'm pregnant," Loki says suddenly. The inventor eyes him with a curious look. Loki can sense there is a change in the man's demeanor. He can't tell whether that is good or bad.
At first, he thinks Tony is going to yell, or kick and scream when he hears the news. But then Tony's face softens. To his surprise, Loki finds himself pulled into a brutal but heated kiss. The god stays still as Tony's tongue works its way into his mouth and this time isn't at all surprised when he feels a hand pulling at his clothes.
"Why are there so many straps," Tony mutters under his breath. The god stares at him, watching him struggle.
"Tony, did you not hear me?" Loki demands, a fearful edge in his voice. The inventor ignores him as he works incessantly at locating the first buckle located on Loki's clothing. He finds it and goes to work.
"Tony?" Loki asks. The man silences him with another kiss. Soon, it becomes a heated battle for dominance. Both men are frantic for that first touch of bare skin.
"Are you seriously turning down a chance to have sex with moi?" the inventor asks once they are apart. The god allows himself to laugh. He realizes that it's the first time he's done so in a very long time and can't help but savor the feeling. He shakes his head and Tony gives him a reassuring smile.
"Good. Now please tell me you're going to help with this or do I have to get all this off by myself?" When Loki sees Tony still hasn't broken the code to getting his clothes off, he pushes the man aside.
The god makes quick work of the task and as soon as the first expanse of skin is exposed, Tony is on him once more. With the most challenging part of the god's outfit out of the way, Tony decides to work on ridding Loki of his pants next.
"Tony, are you sure you don't want to talk more?" the god asks slowly. The feeling of Tony's warm breath on his genitals silences him completely.
The wet warmth of the mouth enveloping him creates a relaxing feeling that quickly spreads through his body. He groans as the inventor applies a gentle suction to the head of his cock. It feels so wonderful that he momentarily loses himself in the sensation.
"How do you prefer we do this?" he hears Tony ask him. Loki forces himself to focus more on the sound of the voice and less on the warm hand wrapped around his genitals.
"What?" he asks. Tony sighs, grinning to himself. It's cute when Loki, who is normally so composed and in control of himself, is brought to the brink of losing so.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the inventor asks crudely. The sudden bluntness awakens him and Loki's eyes immediately snap into focus and he sits up.
"Tony...I don't think that would be a good idea for either of us," Loki tells him truthfully. He knows that he has no reason to feel apprehensive because it's Tony. But neither one of them will benefit in the long run if he freaks out the minute things get started.
Loki apologizes quietly and Tony nods, finding that the best acceptable answer to the current situation is silence, for a moment to think. Loki is grateful that the inventor understands in a way. To Loki's surprise, Tony draws his attention with another kiss.
"If we're still going to do this, then I'd like to use lube and I usually keep that in my bedroom so..." The man trails off, smiling slyly. Loki releases the breath he realizes he's been holding all this time and rises with him. He readjusts his clothing and allows himself to be pulled along. It's nice to be led every once in awhile, to relinquish control to someone he trusts.
The way to the bedroom is a short elevator ride and walk away. Loki smiles, remembering when he'd slept in this very room two years ago, under very different circumstances. The inventor catches him in his own little moment and smiles back.
"Are you ready?" he asks softly. Loki nods.
"I think I'm much more ready than you. I am a god after all," he says. Tony grins.
"Then teach me how they do it on Asgard and I'll refresh your memory on how we do it here," the inventor offers. Loki laughs and removes his shirt. They attack with renewed ferocity.
Tony slides their clothes off with ease, pushing Loki onto his back as he does so. He uncaps the bottle of lube in his hand and Loki has no choice but to watch as Tony reaches behind himself.
Tony starts himself off slowly adding first one finger, then two. He distinctly remembers the last time he did this and grimaces. He'd been young and had a vendetta against his father. So, he'd slept with an older man just to spite him. He pushes these thoughts from his head. He's with Loki now and that's all that should matter.
Tony sees that Loki's cock is still not completely erect, so he moves down the god's body until he is face to face with the one-eyed monster. He takes it into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat. Above him, Loki moans appreciatively at the attention.
By the time Tony has managed to fit his pinky finger in, he thinks that Loki's not going to get any harder unless he wants to learn to cut diamonds and that's good enough for him. He takes Loki's member into his slick hand and applies more lube. It drizzles down from the tip of Loki's cock and Tony scoops some into his hand and coats the hot flesh fully.
Loki is already panting by the time Tony positions himself over his cock. His breath hitches when the tip makes contact with Tony's wet hole. Slowly, he sinks down. Gravity does most of the work for them and Tony closes his eyes as he feels Loki fill him up so wonderfully. They both moan in unison when their hips meet. Tony rocks himself on the rigid length inside him. He places a hand on Loki's chest to steady himself. Loki watches him the entire time.
"Are you ok?" the god asks him. Tony nods.
"Oh yeah...I just haven't done this in a long while. College, I think. You know it is kind of just like riding a bike. You just…." He groans and he raises his hips and sinks back down. Loki places a hand on his hip to steady him as he thrusts up. The inventor gasps as a spark of pleasure shoots through him.
"Yes?" Loki asks. Tony nods, continuing to move his hips. Loki raises up on his elbows to get better leverage. He continues to thrust into the man above him. With a groan, Tony captures the other man's mouth in a drawn out kiss.
It isn't long before the pleasure between them builds until it reaches its breaking point. They are both climaxing, molding to one another. When it's over, they are both left gasping for breath side by side. Tony groans, throwing an arm over his face. It isn't long before Loki catches the sound of him snoring softly.
When the god glances over, he can see that Tony has already drifted off to sleep. He's feeling a bit tired himself, but there's a fear that this will only be a temporary thing. To combat this feeling, he rolls on his side and presses his chest to Tony's back. He can feel the beating of the inventor's heart this way and it pleases him.
Selvig is cleaning up a glass of spilled milk, courtesy of his new pet cat, when it happens. Apparently, his therapist had thought the use of a therapeutic animal would help him deal with the thoughts that had been plaguing him ever since New York, so why not? Hence the cat.
Everything had been going just fine until the headaches started up again. The shooting pain in his skull forces him to the floor and he doesn't even notice that he has dropped the glass back onto the floor where it shatters.
The first thing he sees is a tall outline, a shadow really. The man turns toward him with a fierce gaze in his eye. He immediately knows who this is that has appeared before him and tries to disappear. He isn't a man really, but it's the closest comparison Eric can come to without fumbling for words. Thanos' red eyes focus on him and Selvig almost faints. This man...this creature has purple skin and looks a lot like an ape.
"I have seen you before mortal. You are of Midgard. How is it that you have hidden from me for so long?" he asks. Selvig can't speak. He's seen this creature destroy worlds, but not through his own eyes. Through the eyes of the Tesseract. Through the eyes of Loki. He is terrified as a man, but as a scientist, his heart only holds awed fascination.
A look of understanding comes over the creature's face and he smiles. It's horrible and he wishes he could just get away, but he still can't move. He doesn't know if it's fear or not, but he can't help it.
"You are the mortal that helped Loki. I can see the fear in your eyes and it pleases me. Perhaps you think that I may destroy you because you have the audacity to look upon me with such boldness. But...I forgive you. Instead, I will give you a choice. If you help me to find and capture that wretched Trickster, I will not destroy your world as I had previously planned. I will give you anything you desire and more..."
Selvig wakes up screaming. It's a moment before he realizes that the cat is licking his face and his hand throbs painfully. He sobs with relief at the realization that what he has just seen wasn't real. He feels so exhausted that he doesn't even remove the feline from his body. He lies there on the floor and closes his eyes, where he remains until morning.
Author's Note: If you're one of my regular readers, then you must know that I usually don't do many sex scenes. I usually have to just make my own assumptions on what is right since I don't have anyone besides myself to beta. But I hope you enjoyed anyway. Hope it turned out ok.
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