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Madness and mayhem



Pluto and Serenity by JunaAvatari

For starters, the coloring is superb! It's so great to see someone who captured Pluto's correct color scheme :) Her skin tone is perfect...


"Do you ever stop and think about the fact that Loki tried to off himself?"

The question came out completely casual, but there was a certain way Tony phrased it that had Thor’s attention ensnared. He looked up from the pan of hamburgers he was cooking and met his friend’s eyes. There was a genuine interest in the ale colored orbs that was far too thought provoking and curious, their intense thirst for knowledge seemingly without end. There was little wonder why the mortal and his brother got along so well, though Loki was currently at the side of Steve Rogers, curled up on the couch while music played softly in the background. Even from his vantage point in the kitchen, Thor could see his smile, quiet but luminous as he spoke to the fellow Avenger, occasionally punctuating his words with an emphatic hand gesture. It was such a serene moment, Thor almost forgot Tony had asked a question of him. Almost.

“I know not of what you speak,” Thor responded, far more gruffly than he’d initially intended. “My brother has never made a deliberate attempt upon his own life. Nor would he ever.” Focusing on the crackling grease and sizzling burgers, he scooped them one by one out of the pan and placed them on the strange cloth covered grate Stark had set aside, then wiped his hands on a dish towel. Cooking wasn’t an entirely foreign concept to him, but it required attentiveness that he feared he just couldn’t muster now. Not when Tony was still watching him, but now with a sarcastic little smile that promised nothing but misery.

“You know what big guy? I could almost believe that. Loki’s a narcissistic little shit on his best of days. It’s hard to imagine him tolerating a single hair out of place, much less doing anything to actually hurt himself.” Tony shoved a bottle of beer across the kitchen’s bar top and nodded to the empty seat. “But that’s not really true, is it? It’s one thing to be temperamental. God knows your brother goes through more mood swings than a hormonal teenager. What we’re talking about is something a lot more serious though. Suicide isn’t something we take lightly here on Earth, attempted or otherwise.”

Feeling the discontent pulse through his veins like a disgusting bile, Thor took a seat and snatched up the bottle, never once taking his gaze from the inventor. “Loki has enough crimes attached to his name already. Do not insult him with these baseless accusations, friend Stark, I will not stand for it.”

“Hey, nobody’s accusing anybody of anything. We’re all friends here.” Tony put his hands up in a placating manner and shrugged, taking a sip from his glass of scotch. “I’m just saying, when someone sinks so low that they think the only way out is death--that’s pretty rough. And from what you‘ve told us, Loki had every reason in the world to be feeling like shit. I mean, finding out you‘re adopted? That‘s sucks. But finding out you’re the basic equivalent of devil’s spawn, and the only family you’ve known your whole life has been lying to you for centuries? That’s a pretty big fuck you. It’s no wonder he-”

“My brother is no one’s SPAWN!” The bottle shattered, spilling beer across Thor’s hand, the marble counter. He barely noticed though. Every fiber of him thrummed with suppressed electricity and the threat of thunder as he delivered a sharp glare towards the other man. “Do not speak of things beyond your comprehension. Loki may not be of Asgard by blood, but he has always been family. He is every inch a son of Odin, the same as I!”

If Tony was surprised by the outburst, he did a good job at hiding it. “I get that you believe that, Point Break. And that’s great. Really. Not many people could pull off the brotherly love thing like you do.” Tony grabbed a dish towel off the far end of the counter and mopped up the spilled beer, the shards of glass callously brushed into the nearest trash can. “The thing is, your tender feelings don’t change the past. You told us that you and Loki fought. You were hanging over the abyss. The same abyss that leads into the very bowels of deep space, past the point of no return. Which believe me, that‘s something I understand.” Settling back in his chair, he focused a frighteningly serious look upon the thunderer. ”Loki understood that too, and he still let GO, buddy. I don’t know what you Asgardians call it, but down here that’s a suicide attempt.”

Rage bubbled up and strangled his tongue, making the only noise Thor capable of a garbled snarl. His clouded emotions were without proper explanation; all he knew was Stark, and how nicely his hand would fit around that tanned throat. “You dare speak of my brother in such a manner?!” Thor lunged across the bar and attempted to grab him, but Loki chose that exact moment to appear in the kitchen doorway. He knew, of course. The tension rippled in the air, thick and viscous as honey, leaving no question that something had happened. Thor choked his fury and slowly, painfully so, recoiled his hand back across the counter. “Brother,” he forced a cheerful smile, “should you not be watching the movie?”

“Steven put it on pause. We were growing hungry.” Loki looked over the two of them with suspicion in his viridian eyes. When he seemed to find nothing with Thor, he turned to Tony and cocked his head, uncertainty blooming in the pale green. “Anthony?”

To his credit, the man had a far more believable smile than anything Thor had to offer. He was someone used to lying, a fact that didn’t entirely settle well with the thunderer. “Sorry Lokes. Sometimes I forget that you alien types have metabolisms faster than the speed of sound. The food’s about done, give or take some extra condiments. You haven’t lived until you’ve tried my extra spicy jalapeño sauce.” Coming around the bar, Tony draped an arm around Loki’s shoulders and guided him back towards the living room. “Be a dear and grab Spangles, will you? As the unofficial Betty Crocker of the tower, he should be in here to oversee the cooking process.”

“…Of course. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to be a part of your little bonding moment here.”

The suspicion didn’t dissipate, nor did it fade. But Loki still did as asked and vanished through the doorway, leaving Thor and Tony at a sort of standstill. Neither said another word, until the latter pointedly avoided walking within a five foot radius of the god and opened the fridge, grabbing bottles, jars, all sorts of things that rattled obscenely. Flustered, Thor turned his attention to the stove, a tidal wave of complex emotions pushing down on his shoulders. Finally, he couldn’t help himself. He gripped the metal so hard that it warped beneath his fingers and bit out a terse threat. “My brother’s interruption changes nothing. You were out of line. Speak again of this madness, and I will not hesitate to protect what is left of Loki’s good name.”

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night. Just know that playing the denial game isn’t good for you, or for Loki.” Arms full of the various condiments, Tony bumped the fridge door shut and shrugged, though it was haphazard at best. “He knows what he did, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. You aren’t doing him any favors by pretending it never happened.” He jerked his head towards the living room. “Grab the burgers. No point letting anyone starve.” With that, he left the room, and Thor. The silence was chilling, unnervingly so, leaving him with nothing but the scent of fried meat and his thoughts. Thor wanted to avoid those, lest the sorrow and anger begin to cloud his mind anew. All he could do was do as Stark asked, and carry the food into the living room where the others were waiting. The others, and Loki.

“Brother…” Thor grit his teeth, snatching up the platter. He simply wouldn’t think of it. Tony didn’t understand anything, despite his protests. And yet………he remembered well the expression on Loki’s face before he’d fallen. Blankness, then a chilling acceptance as his fingers slipped from Gugnir, plunging him into the starry blackness beneath their dangling forms. Nothing could have brought him back then. Not Thor’s screams, his desperate attempts to claw at the air, drag his brother back from what he’d believed to be an unyielding fate. But he hadn’t died? It was not all cut and dry. Perhaps Loki had known he’d survive the fall. It could’ve been a part of some mad scheme he’d concocted to be free of the ties weighing him down. Whatever it was, fate had changed things, saved his life, and now Thor had Loki back. The past was just that. There was no need to harp upon it any longer.

So why couldn’t he chase away this harsh uncertainty that perhaps Tony was right after all?
"Do you ever stop and think about the fact that Loki tried to off himself?"

I thought of Tony saying the first line, then it all kind of unfurled from there. Thing is, it's never really touched on that Loki pretty much did try to commit suicide? He let go of Gugnir. He knew he'd fall into the void. But nope! Hardly ever touched on. So I thought I'd have Tony just casually bring it up, 'cause he's....Tony. Yeah.

Also, I don't own Marvel. 
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(Contains: sexual themes, violence/gore and strong language)
There was a harsh prick in his left side, then the fogginess of sleep slowly started to peel off of him like a skin to be shed, leaving the trickster vulnerable and shivering on the couch's soft leather cushions. Loki wasn't one to panic unnecessarily, but he felt a sickening sense of dread well up when he tried to lift his hand and block out the light cruelly invading the darkness beneath his lashes, only to find it impossible. He couldn't move. It was as if someone had bound his limbs, a not entirely foreign sensation, and one that had his heart racing frantically with the beginnings of fear. "What-"

"Relax. It's only temporary. You're a god, remember? It'd take something a lot stronger than this to put you down for good."

That voice, he knew that voice. Loki struggled to grasp some thread of logic, but all he could think of was how familiar the man speaking was...Norns, why couldn't he think straight? "Who-" Loki grimaced and sluggishly dropped his head to the side, forcing the words out, though each syllable was grueling and slurred. "Who are you?" There. Much better. "What have you done to me?"

Laughter bubbled thickly in his ear. "Way to make things easier for me. This version must have really laid on the charm thick. Come on Loki. Don't you recognize me, even a little?"

"...Stark." Loki's eyes peeled open, confirming the suspicions rifling through the back of his mind. There was the inventor himself, smirking and watching him like an animal keeping tabs on its prey. Of course; he'd known that voice was familiar. But there was something off about it, a trickle of darkness threaded through each word coming out of the man's mouth. As if he were a stranger wearing another’s skin, every word he spoke seemed out of sort. “You--” Loki flexed his fingers and frowned when they only gave a feeble tremble. "What did you do to me?"

"Paralysis." Scooting to the edge of the coffee table he was perched on, Tony grinned at him and held up a syringe. It was empty, but there were the faint vestiges of an electric green fluid clinging to the plastic inside. "Cool, isn't it? Like I said though, it's only temporary. So we better take advantage of what time we've got."

Take advantage? That did not bode well. "You best have a very good reason for accosting me like this," Loki muttered. "Though if all you desired was a rousing discussion, a drink would have been far more persuasive. I do not take kindly to being bound, Stark. Even if the chains are experimental in nature."

"Experimental, yes. But clearly effective." With a sharp smile Tony took him by the arms and maneuvered him into a sitting position on the couch, then reclaimed his seat and grabbed a decanter of scotch off coffee table, plus a small glass. "Want a drink?" He poured a hearty splash, the liquid sloshing lightly against the cut crystal. Tony offered it out to him, quirking a brow when Loki pursed his lips and pointedly worked one of his shoulders in what might have passed for a shrug, were he not immobile. "Suit yourself." He took a sip himself, eyeing Loki over the glass rim. It might have seemed casual, except for the way those bourbon irises settled on him, weighty and without their normal hint of friendly mockery. Instead there was something strange in their midst, and Loki fought to put a name to it as he stared the mortal in the face. "Nice to see I have your attention," Tony drawled. "See something you like? It‘s ok if you do. I‘m flattered, really."

"I see only a mortal with a clear death wish," Loki retorted. His limbs were still without movement, but that didn't stop him from glaring at the other man with all the power sequestered in his veins. "Tell me, Stark. What purpose does this serve? If you sought conversation, you could have simply asked."  

"Oh c'mon Loki. You should know the answer to that. Why ask, when taking's so much more fun? Or should I say force? Force seems like the more appropriate word to use in this situation." Tony polished off his drink and set the glass down, not once breaking eye contact with the trickster. "Don't give me that look. I haven't done anything you're not used to by now."

That was...disconcertingly true. Even still, Loki refused to give him the pleasure of knowing that. "You're the first to drug me, Stark. And you'll be the last, now that I know such a poisonous substance exists." A thread of strength webbed through his veins. He had the strength to tilt his head slightly to the side, looking around the room with its sleek chrome and glass, and the polished wood. The classic furnishings of Stark tower, complete with Tony's brand of elegance. So they hadn't left the vicinity. Somehow that gave him a lick of comfort.

"Don't look so worried. I would've looked pretty obvious if I'd tried dragging you out of here when you were unconscious. Kidnapping is still frowned upon in modern society, even when it's a supervillain playing the role of the damsel in distress. And the last thing I wanted was our private time interrupted. Not before we had a chance to really sit down and talk."

The coffee table scraped across the floor, and Tony shifted until his knees were boxing Loki's in, forearms resting on the posh fabric of his trousers. This close, the trickster could see every detail of his face, right down to the tendrils of hair groomed nearest his brow. Loki honed in on those, frowning softly. He remembered the mortal having silvery hairs speckled through the brown locks the last time they'd met, and that had only been--this morning? Yet there were none now. "Talk about what, precisely? You and I have nothing to say to one another."

"On the contrary. I think we have a lot to talk about, Jadis." That detestable grin grew wider, practically overtaking his firm mouth. "Sorry. That was too familiar, wasn't it? You never struck me as the type to frown upon a good nickname though."

He wasn't. Norns knew Loki had had plenty for Thor over the years. But he didn't approve of a mortal being so ballsy with him, and most certainly not when he was going to use such blatant mockery. "I understood that reference, Stark," Loki hissed through his teeth, "and I do not approve. I'll thank you to keep such insults to yourself from now on. Is it not enough that you've placed me in such a compromising position?"

"It's a compliment, not an insult. You've got more ice mojo than all of the white witches and snow queens put together. All you need is a fur cloak to go with that fancy spear you're always toting around, maybe some nice chain mail to set everything off."

Loki's fingers twitched, curling towards his palm. Norns, but he was of half a mind to throttle the man senseless. If only he could. "If this is what you wanted to talk about, then consider this conversation finished. I have no interest in sitting here while you mock me with your foolish mortal quips!"

"You don't have much of a choice. And for the last time, I'm not mocking you. Maybe if you'd take your head out of your ass for more than five seconds, you'd understand that." Tony put up his hands, unabashedly smirking. "Don't get me wrong! I know how it feels to have everyone think the worst of you, but that's not what I'm here to do. Quite the opposite. I'm the only person in this whole damn city that actually understands you, Maleficent. And I think you'll see that too, with the right encouragement."

Encouragement. A chilling sensation rolled down his spine, pooling at its base while he looked to the brunette with fear icing his veins. That was a word he knew well. Thanos had taken great care to ensure he understood it, and all its connotations. "I thought the Avengers above torture," Loki spat.

"Torture?” Tony feigned a wounded look, clutching at his chest. “Where the hell did you get an idea like that? I'm not talking about torture, Loki. How could you even think that of me? That's so overrated! Way too--cliché, over the top eighties villain for my tastes. I want you agreeable, gorgeous. If you’re brain dead and drooling on the upholstery, where‘s the fun in it for me? Or the use?"

Something wicked flashed through those irises, and Loki got the sense that whatever was going on here, this wasn't the Tony Stark he knew. Not in the slightest. There was something off about him, a shadowy essence clouding what was normally a bright, if obnoxious, spirit. The Stark who imposed his presence upon him at his leisure and constantly made quips about Loki's formerly villainous status was not the same man sitting before him now, smiling and looking like he rather wanted to devour Loki whole. It was....bone chilling. Loki masked his discontent as well as he could, suspiciously eyeing the other male. "What are you getting at, precisely?"

Tony’s smile split wider still. He leaned forward with his elbows perched on his knees, and though the casual nature of the act might have soothed another, it only served to make the god more uncomfortable. “Come on now Loki. Naiveté doesn’t suit you, and we’re both too clever for mind games. I know, and you  know that that’s not the question you really want to ask me. So lets try again, hm?” When Loki deemed fit only to stare at him, he chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh, thumbing the inline seams of his pants. “It’s not that hard. Just part your lips and say ’Tony, who are you?’ Try it with me now. Tony, who-”

“Are you,” Loki finished with a waspish undercurrent. “I know how to speak! Do not patronize me, Stark. Such foolishness suits you ill.” Or perhaps far too well.

“Don’t get nasty. Here I am trying to be your friend, and you’re just throwing it all back in my face! You know, any other guy might take your bitchiness personally.” Tony got off the table completely and planted his hands on the couch on either side of Loki, caging him in. As if he wasn‘t already. “Lucky for you, I’m not like other guys. I know better. It’s something we have in common. That, and our flair for dramatics." He canted his head to the side, fixating on Loki's eyes with an intensity that was strangely...intriguing. "Since you asked though, I'll tell you. I'm Tony Stark. Maybe not the one you've come to know, but that doesn't really matter now, does it? We're one and the same. I just took the highway to power and privilege, while yours decided to play at being a hero with his super secret boy band."

There was a labyrinth in his words, twisting and spread before Loki in a blur of winding paths he wasn’t sure he could navigate. He traversed it slowly, picking apart Tony’s claims until some vague sort of understanding came upon him. “I suppose my next question should be where do you hail from,” Loki closed his eyes and simply felt. Though his seidr was dampened, locked inside him and unreachable with his limbs as useless as they were, he had control enough of it still to reach out and feel the aura hovering around the other man. It was familiar, cold. Loki imagined glacial blue engulfing them both, and he sucked in a sharp breath, laughter teasing his ears. “You reek of power. The taint of space is all around you, Stark.” He slowly opened his eyes and found Tony’s still watching him, thrumming with an energy he knew well. “The tesseract. You have it.”

“Have it, and used it,” Tony drawled. “It packed a mean punch at first. Took some fine tuning before I learned how to channel its energy proper, but once I did….well,” he lazily waved his hand. “Here we are. Now, let me guess. You can sense the tesseract’s energy signature on me, right? I figured as much. Kind of surprised you didn’t recognize it immediately though. Your new pals must have really done a number on you to make you forget power like that.  Real power,” he added slyly. “The video feed’s didn’t do you justice by the way. You’re way prettier in person. I like the hair. The wavy look suits you, though you should really consider growing it out a little more. You could have a fantastic Tolkien thing going on.”

The incessant chatter no more masked the importance of what he was saying than that eerily chipper smile. Loki snatched at it and dissected each nuance, every impressed syllable. “You…have the tesseract,” he iterated, “and you used it to come here.” A surge of adrenaline suddenly went rushing through his veins, and his body jerked against the leather, allowing him to angle himself toward Tony. “From where? You speak of this realm as if you are a stranger to it, but your countenance is that of the Tony Stark I have come to know.” Save a few differences. Loki noticed them more now; Tony’s grey free hair and clever eyes, and the more--youthful cast to his features. This wasn’t the face of a man who had seen war. This was the face of a man who caused it instead, and simply didn’t care.

“I could almost take that as a compliment. If there’s one thing that didn’t change between worlds, it’s my stunning good looks.” Tony got off the coffee table and paced the floor, one of his hands trailing across the back of the couch, Loki’s shoulders. There it hovered, until it didn’t, and instead its weight settled on the trickster’s head and mussed his raven hair. “I could say the same for you, but you don’t exist where I come from. Not anymore. Your big brother and daddy one eye decided to wipe you out of existence after your little episode on the bridge. Said it was too painful to think about.” Tony’s fingers flexed, and Loki heard a dry laugh behind him. “They should’ve invested in some memory potions, if they really wanted to forget you. If it wasn’t for Thor, I never would’ve known about you in the first place. Give him enough booze and he blubbers like a baby, going on and on about his poor, lost brother, destroyed by his own madness. Sentiment, am I right?”

It shouldn’t have stung, but it did. The very idea that Thor would ever want to forget him was agonizing. “Spare me your riddles and speak clearly,” Loki snapped. “Tell me who you are. How did you get your hands on the tesseract?” Why are you here? That question remained silent, yet hovered in the air as if it had been spoken anyway.

“All very good questions. See? I told you we had things to talk about.” His hair was toyed with, languidly teased into disarray and then combed back into place. Perhaps the drug was finally wearing off, because Loki was able to angle his head farther back still and actually see the man who apparently had such a penchant for touching him. “I’ll answer them, but nothing comes free. Quid pro quo, Lokes. You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.” One of Tony’s brows gave a jaunty waggle. “All night long, if you’re really good.”

Loki glared at him. He couldn’t jerk his head away like he wanted to, but at least he could do that. “Keep your filthy hands to yourself, and I might spare you the agony of having them cut off.”

“Ooo, violence. That’s attractive. You’re speaking my language now.” Tony’s fist snapped closed and jerked on the dark strands, drawing a sharp hiss from Loki’s lips. “How I got the tesseract isn’t really important. It’s a long, boring story, chock full of daddy issues that would make your pretty head spin. Maybe I’ll tell it to you another time, when we aren’t working with such a short deadline. I think the really important question here is why. That’s what you’ve been dying to ask me this whole time, right? Why I came here. Why YOU.” Tony leaned over the back of the couch and stared him down, and Loki had the sense that he was trying to memorize each inch of his face. Or see past it entirely. It was difficult to tell. “It’s simple. When I want something, I take it. That’s the way of the world, and I don’t see any reason why that should change now. Nobody’s going to stop me. Not even you,” he smirked, taking the hand from Loki’s hair and grasping his chin instead. The pad of his thumb was rough as it caressed over his skin, and the god shivered, lashes unconsciously fluttering over his pale eyes. “I know, this has to be surprising for you. You’re probably not used to anyone giving a damn about you. For all Thor’s rambling about his darling baby brother, I got a pretty good sense that you were always the outcast back in Asgard. And it doesn’t really seem like things were all that different in this world. I can see it in your eyes. All the loneliness, your pain…”

Loki hissed, biting at Tony’s finger when it passed over his mouth again. “Your ignorance shines ever brighter when you indulge such ludicrous thoughts. Do not speak as if you understand me, Anthony Stark! I have little patience for it. If you came here only to take advantage of what you so foolishly believe is my supposed weakness, then be done with it already and leave me be! I grow weary of this conversation, as well as your presence.”

“That’s unfortunate, seeing as how I’m not. In fact, I’m enjoying myself. You’re exactly what I imagined you’d be. Maybe even better.” As if sharing a secret, Tony angled his head down and cupped the side of Loki’s face, humor illuminating his features from within, making the man positively glow with excitement. How could he be so…happy? Loki didn’t understand, and it must have shown. “Did you expect me to run off with my tail between my legs? Nice try, Jadis. Just so you know, your temper tantrums won’t run me off. And since the drug’s holding strong, you’re stuck here until further notice. So instead of bitching at me like a toddler, how about you shut up and actually listen to what I’m saying? Because I want you, Loki….do you have a last name? I know Thunderdome uses the whole Odinson spiel, but since you aren’t really part of the family tree anymore, I figured you’d want something different.“  

The man who looked so like the Tony Loki knew shared not only his face, but the incapability to settle on one topic at a time. It derailed Loki for a moment, and he blinked heavily, processing every word Stark was throwing at him. It was…grueling. “Skywalker.” He turned his cheek from the hand that held it, trying desperately to ignore how pleasant the warm, calloused skin felt against his own. “My surname is Skywalker. Though I fail to see why it’s of any importance to you.”

“I can’t proposition you without knowing your full name! That would just be rude. You’re the type who appreciates manners, aren‘t you Loki? ” Tony blazed on without giving him even a second to respond, thoughtfully following the curve of Loki’s slight face. “I came to this world to see what my other self was up to. He has some impressive tech in progress, but nothing I haven’t seen before. I’m two steps ahead of everything he’s done, and I don’t have Shield’s subordinates hanging over my shoulder, watching my every move. I have complete and total freedom,” he drifted a fingertip across Loki’s cheekbone, following its elegant sculpt. “All I’m missing is a partner in crime.”

“You came here to spy on yourself,” Loki repeated, ignoring his final words. It sounded just as ridiculous the second time around, though he believed that far more than the mortal having anything but a passing interest in him. “I suppose you discovered me in the process of your snooping, hm? I know Shield has gathered quite the impressive file on me, despite most of it being malarkey. They have not the brains to fully understand my powers, nor what I’m fully capable of.”

“You’re right. They don’t.” The glimmer of white teeth warned Loki of his impeding threat before Tony even opened his mouth. “Stark does. Your Stark, that is. He’s not half as skilled as I am, but he’s well on his way towards figuring out a way to suppress your magic. Full time, if I read his research correctly. Which I did.” Releasing him, the brunette rounded the couch and stared Loki down, for the first time looking serious about his claims. “How long until you think he decides to lock you up and experiment on you, with or without Shield‘s approval? Hell, I bet they‘d fund the research! Anything to gather intel on one of their greatest enemies. You’re a power they don’t understand, just like the tesseract was. And I wouldn’t count on big brother coming to save your ass. Not now. You’ve broken his heart one too many times. He thinks you’re INSANE, Lokes, beyond his pathetic idea of redemption.”

“Thor is a fool! His ignorance is a shining example of how far Odin‘s corruption extends. He would do anything to make his blessed son seem the perfect, golden child, while leaving his sins in the dark to rot and fester.” Like a serpent poised to strike, Loki lashed out with what magic he could grasp and shoved Tony back several paces. “I will not be a forgotten crime, left wallowing because others cannot accept the blame that should rightfully rest upon their shoulders! Nor will I accept being anything less than what I am. If you see to remake me, Stark, mold me in whatever image you think suits your best purposes-”

Laughter cut through his tirade, startling the god into silence. "Mold you? Why the hell would I want to change anything about you? You're perfect just the way you are.” Tony picked himself up and approached with a look that could almost be labeled as chastising. “I don’t think you’re understanding me Lokes. I’m not looking for someone to trail at my heels like some subservient dog. That’s what your precious Avengers want. What I want is someone who not only has the power to seek out his ambitions, but the balls to do what needs to be done, and damn the consequences!” Tony grabbed him with a surprising amount of force and buried his hands in Loki’s hair, half twisting several of the strands right out of their roots. “You have nothing here, Loki. Not a damn thing. The Avengers despise you, your brother pities you, and Shield would sooner make you their lab rat on permanent lockdown than listen to a single word you have to say. You hear me? There’s nothing here for you, except a whole shitstorm of misery.”

“In comparison to what?!” Loki’s magic writhed, unstable yet responding to his discomfort. “All you’ve done is continuously remind me of my pain, while offering nothing in return! I have not a shred of proof confirming that anything you’ve told me is true. Shall I blindly trust in your words? Is that what you want from me? Because I am no fool, Stark. You‘re untrustworthy. Look at what you’ve done to me, knowing full well I would react poorly!” He twitched his arms and legs, spitefully lashing out at Stark again. “You drugged me, just as Shield would have done. You created that vile poison and sought to imprison me within my own body!”

“Temporarily. I temporarily sought to imprison you, gorgeous. That much I can take credit for. But I didn’t create the drug rushing through your veins. You can’t pin that on me. That’s all him.” There was no question about who he was talking about, and Loki didn’t bother to clarify. He already knew. “Stark.” Tony dug in his pants pocket and pulled out another vial identical to the one that had been attached to the syringe he’d shown Loki earlier. But, unlike the first, this one was full to the brim with neon fluid. “I found this when I was poking around in his lab. Judging by the whiplash you gave me, it doesn’t suppress your magic. What it does do is suppress YOU though. That’s worrying enough. If he’s already got this worked out, then it won‘t be long until he actually manages to create something that nullifies your magic. Your biggest asset, not counting your brain.”

When that happened, Loki was in danger. There was no reason for the Avengers to continue with his ongoing living conditions if Stark managed to create a means of containing him permanently. He’d be vulnerable to them, and to Shield. He couldn’t let that happen. “…..Tell me what you want.” Loki tore his eyes from the vial and met Tony’s, his pale face smoothed of any emotion. “You claim to want me as your partner, yet you’ve failed to tell me why. For what purpose do you desire me so? If you seek companionship, I’ve never been fond of sleeping with mortals. You’re all too fragile. If it’s my mind you’re after, as so you eloquently put it, then you should also know that I have no interest in playing second fiddle to some deranged, half cocked philanthropist with a lust for power.”

“I’m never half cocked.” Tony smirked. “You’ll have a chance to learn that, if you can get over your bias against mortals. That’s something I’m working on anyway. The tesseract has opened up a lot of possibilities, and I don’t see why I should be constrained by the same rules as everybody else. When you’re superior, they don’t apply. Something I think you understand.” He all but kicked Loki’s legs apart and took a stance between them, each of his hands going to work to smooth down fabric and hair, putting Loki back to sorts. “They don’t respect you. I do. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, and damn if I couldn’t use a guy with your capabilities on my side. I have plans, Loki. World domination doesn’t take care of itself, and it’s a hell of a lot harder than it looks.”

“You wish to conquer the world?” Whatever Loki was expecting, that wasn’t it. “Don’t be absurd. I know you, Stark. Despite all your arrogance and quests for superiority, you care too much for the denizens of Midgard to ever want such a thing.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. THIS world’s Tony Stark gives a fuck about its people. I don‘t.” Adjusting the collar of his loose tunic, Tony amused himself with dipping his fingers past the material and lightly stroking Loki’s jutting collarbone. “You’re right about one thing though. I haven’t given you much reason to trust me. For all you know, I’m no different than anyone else you’ve ever known. You’ve been screwed over your entire life, and nobody ever stopped to ask what you want, or think about your needs. Everyone always fixated on your Hercules of a brother, while you got shoved to the side, always the shadow to his light.” The touch stuttered before it made a pass over the hollow of Loki’s throat, betraying how his pulse fluttered nervously. “The thing is, I am different. I’m like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, and I don’t have a single doubt in my mind that I can prove that to you. You just need to give me the chance.”

The arrogance of this mortal was astounding. To think, he believed he could prove himself worthy of a god! And yet… “You no more belong to this world than I do,” Loki turned his face away, comforted by the fact that he could at least now do that much. “You can’t stay here. Someone is going to notice when a near duplicate of this realm’s Anthony Stark suddenly starts walking around! The mortals are ignorant, but they are not without some speck of intelligence. They will discover you, and then what? Do you expect to disguise your true purpose here, or will you simply wipe their minds and pretend nothing ever happened?”

“You let me worry about that. This isn’t exactly my first act of subterfuge. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been here for a lot longer than you know, and nobody’s suspected a thing. They won’t either, until I want them to. And by then it’ll be too late. I’ll have what I came for.” The way that ocher gaze swept across him, there was no chance of Loki doubting exactly what it was Tony desired. Or rather, whom. Nevertheless, he clung stubbornly to his disbelief and scowled at the other man, until Stark laughed and pinched his throat. “You’re cute when you play clueless. I wouldn’t make it a habit though. There’s lies, and then there’s avoiding the truth. You should only be good at one of them.”

All at once the humor in his actions was gone, leaving Loki with an annoying sense of being disoriented. Tony went to work, guiding Loki flat on his back despite his feeble resistance and adjusted a pillow under his head. “The Avengers will be back soon. I told you we were working within a time frame, remember? I don’t know about you, but I’d rather them not discover our secret liaison until we’re both good and ready for it to happen. That’ll take time. Patience. TLC. None of which I’m extraordinarily good at, unless the payoff’s worth it.” Still wearing that damn grin Loki both loathed and curiously found intriguing, he tucked a small object into his hand--the vial. Loki could feel it. The glass was warm from being held so long by the inventor, and Loki’s ears picked up the gentle sloshing of the liquid inside. “Consider it a token of my affections,” Tony drawled. “A guy you couldn’t trust would’ve kept that for himself.”

“As would a man seeking to gain my approval for his own selfish purposes,” Loki pointed out. “Had you been genuinely interested in securing my trust, you never would have drugged me in the first place.”

“But it gave us a chance to talk. I’d consider that a risk worth taken.” Tony’s hand swept across his hair, primping the feathery locks and arranging them in a sleep tussled style. “If my timing is on point, your roommates should be back soon. Spare yourself the incoming stupidity and pretend to be asleep. The last thing we need is Stark getting suspicious and checking to see what’s got you playing like a puppet with its strings cut off. I planted a few dummy vials to make up for the ones I stole, and the video feed’s on a loop of you sleeping until roughly six o’clock, but it’s better to play the safe card right now.” His other hand found Loki’s and made it clench around the tiny bottle. “Keep it secret, keep it safe.”

Apparently the use of odd references was another trait this Stark shared with his other self. Loki ignored it though, watching the man drift away from the couch before he allowed his eyes to fall shut. He could hardly follow him anywhere, or move to defend himself with anything but mere flickers of his magic, so there was no point to keeping them open. The conversation had wearied him, and his thoughts raced with new information. As well as possibilities. “I haven’t agreed to any treaty between us,” Loki called out, refusing to give in to the smile that wanted to form. “You may not be of this realm, but your actions have proven that you are as dangerous as those with whom I share quarters. I cannot trust you, Stark.”

“Maybe not yet. You will though.” Chuckling breezed across the god’s ears as Tony made his way out of the room, leaving behind the aroma of alcohol and his natural, musky scent. “Give us a chance Lokes. We could be great together. All you have to do is open yourself up to new opportunities, and you’ll start to see that I’m right.”

Doubtful. Very doubtful. There was almost no chance of him and any version of Stark ever becoming friendly, much less the sort of bosom companions this one was seeking, and the Norns would surely be playing a prank on him if anything did come of it. Still--

Loki’s fingers closed ever so slightly tighter around the bottle pressed against his palm and felt its glass, the metal cap. There was this. Much as he despised it, he was indebted to the mortal for choosing to share this deceitful discovery with him. Loki might have found out himself that Stark was plotting against him, but he could have been too late. He couldn’t risk the Avengers discovering it now. Whatever other dirty secrets they were hiding, he had to know about them. He couldn’t not. If that meant risking another meeting with the man who had dared drug him and spoken to him so crassly, then perhaps it was worth it. If not, then he could take care of him discreetly, eliminate him entirely from the situation. He didn’t fear Stark. No version of him, tesseract or not.

“Oh Stark.” Loki slowly turned his head towards the couch’s warmed leather, a smile crooking the corner of his mouth. “You’re an even greater fool than I ever imagined possible.”
Private Encounter
I don't own Marvel. This should be obvious. I also have a huge kink for Dark!Tony Stark. Especially when he's with Loki. 
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(Contains: nudity and sexual themes)
"Spread your legs wider. Yeah--right there. That's perfect." Tony reached between those milky thighs and stroked up their warm flesh, feeling the muscles beneath quiver and tickle his palms. He couldn't see Loki's face because of the angle, but the sounds he was making were enough to make Tony's cock throb desperately in his boxers. He wanted. Fuck, how he wanted. There was something about having a supposed god on his knees that made him feel so damn--powerful. "Look at me." He fisted raven hair and jerked Loki's head to the side. "Look at me, Lokes."

It took a minute, but that sassy tongue he was so used to started wagging. "And exactly why should I do anything you say?" Loki nipped at the fingers that tucked a loose strand of black out of his eyes, baring them for his own private viewing. "You are not the master of me, Anthony."

"Remind me to give you a crash course later on American lingo. It's called being the boss of someone. Not their master. That's a whole other ball park, gorgeous. We're not quite there yet." Tony ground himself against that pert backside and listened to Loki groan, his fists making a mess of the silk sheets. Well worth it. "Relax a little. You're too tense. You act like you've already got a stick up your ass."

Loki laughed, husky and sarcastic. "Were it yours, I can't imagine my feeling the slightest bit tense." And yet he matched one of Tony's thrusts with his own, feathery lashes giving a quick, telling flutter. Silvertongue or not, he was no master of the poker face. Not like this. Not when Tony had him on his knees in bed, stripped naked and sweat slick while he devoured every inch of that stunning body with his hands.

"You know what? That hurts. I thought we'd built up a better relationship than that." He bent over that exposed back and scratched the length of it with his blunted fingernails, infesting the wounds with their sweat, whatever else Loki would probably claim he had under there. Weird that a space viking would have problems with hygiene, but there you have it. "C'mon Loki. Live a little."

"Do you not consider our positions living?"

Living was an understatement. They were thriving. He didn't say that though, watching Loki toss his his head until dark hair again fell over his face, hiding one of those vibrant irises from view. Tony could still see the one though, and it shone with desire. Wanton need. Damn, was that hot. "That's a good look for you. I like it. Very erotic." He pushed his boxers down and took his cock in hand, slicking it up with his own precum. "I can think of something better though."

The first push was rough, jarring even the trickster as he groaned and bit at the sheets. "I can only imagine what filth your mind has concocted," Loki husked, canting his hips. Tony was pretty pleased to hear the raw edge to his voice. Looks like gods were subject to the rules of pleasure too. "Anthony, cease with the riddles! I need-"

"I know baby. And you'll get it." Burying his hand in that soft hair, Tony used it like a makeshift set of reins and held on tight, thrusting hard into that pliable, slicked sheath. "Cheater. You used a lubrication spell, didn't you?" He'd recognize that warm, tingling sensation anywhere. "Did I tell you you could do that?"

"Nhh--no.." Loki mewled as he was invaded again, Tony's cock rubbing up against his prostate. "But you're not the boss of me, Anthony. Or have you forgotten your own words?"

Tony smirked. "Nope." He pulled out and fingered Loki's hole, its rim puffy and pink, easily breached with just the right amount of pressure. "Believe me, I know exactly what I said. You're the one forgetting things, Lokes, not me." Waiting for that breathless cry that made Loki shudder from head to toe, Tony realigned himself and watched the trickster sob as he was fucked hard and rough, his cheekbones stained with vivid pink as their rhythm had the bed jostling beneath their knees.

"A-Anthony....." the tears rolled down Loki's face, wetting the corner of his lips. Seeing Loki so out of control in comparison to his normally pristine self was a vision, and Tony embraced it completely.

"I'm right here gorgeous." He kissed the back of his neck as the sound of their flesh smacking together grew louder, drowning out his mewls. His cock was aching inside of the god, ready to explode. Judging by the way Loki was gyrating into the mattress, keening like a cat in heat, he wasn't much better off. "'s ok. Just let go." Tony took hold of his length and stroked him to completion, guiding Loki through it until he came with a hoarse shout, his head tossed back and showing off ruddy skin, wide eyes, lashes that fluttered frantically when the inventor pulled out and released all over his lower back.

"There we go. That's the look I wanted to see." Him, aching and flushed, crying as his climax was milked out of him by Tony's steady hand, his own splattered across that white skin in hot little pearls. "You're beautiful," Tony purred, gently coaxing Loki onto his back so he could see him face to face. "You hear me? You're fucking stunning. I could stare at you all day."

Unable to catch a single breath, Loki laughed and blearily wiped away his tears. He missed several, including the ones that glistened like jewels in his eyes. "I doubt I'll be moving anytime soon. You might as well enjoy yourself."

Tony shared a grin with the god and kissed him solidly on the mouth, feeling the dampness there, and the moans still quivering throughout his entire body. He was still susceptible. Tony could take advantage of that. "Don't worry," nuzzling beneath his jaw, he eyed Loki's pearly green and worked his hand back down between those spread thighs. "I will."
I needed an opportunity to write some smut. It'd been way too long, and this was just one of many one-shots I wrote for AO3, sooooo...hope you enjoy!
"You're staring at me."

Loki's blunted words caught him off guard, but Thor didn't yet tear his eyes away from the cause of his utter fascination. Because Loki was right; he was staring. And the cause were those raven strands of silk combed back from the trickster's pale brow, hanging loose to his shoulders in rippling waves until they stopped--and a thick, roping braid took their place. It was unusual, seeing those locks bound and tied, and he longed to reach out to learn how the skein would feel against his skin.

Perhaps the depths of Thor's curiosity reached him, because Loki turned abruptly in his well loved and cushioned armchair and frowned at him, closing the book perched atop his thighs. "If you mean to keep at it, can you at least attempt some modicum of subtlety? Your attentiveness is disturbing, and it distracts me."

"...Aye. My apologies, brother."

Thor wasn't sorry at all, and he was certain his brother knew it too. Though he huffs and leaves the thunderer to his own devices, Loki is clearly on edge because of the twin steel blue orbs gazing at him without end. Amused with it all, Thor waits until finally those pink lips curl into a scowl and breach with a sigh of frustration. "You're doing it again." Loki tilts his head up and gives him the dirtiest look he could muster. It only makes Thor smile more. "By all means, Thor, speak. Something has clearly caught your interest. Tell me what it is, so I may go back to my reading in peace."

Should he tell him? Pondering it for a moment, Thor moved closer to the chair and then gathered Loki's braid in his hand, feeling its weight, the warmth of each individual strand as he wrapped it around his fist. "Your hair," Thor drawled, giving a light tug to coax Loki's head back. "You've never worn it like this before."

Loki frowned. "You're fascinated by my hair? That's what all this is about?" He recoiled away from the affection and tried to rise from his seat, the book carefully clutched in his right hand. "You're a fool. It's only hair."

"It's yours." His thumb stroked up the braid's length until he reached the back of his brother's white neck. Thor held it tenderly and made Loki take a seat again, giving him ample opportunity to settle himself again, those long legs curled up on the leather cushion. "It is most becoming, Loki. Why have you never dressed your hair like this in the past?" It wasn't as if braids were uncommon. Thor had two small plaits himself. They were a sign of strength, power. Though on Loki, they were also quite beautiful.

"Because it was never my prerogative to do so. I was cornered by the Lady Widow and Miss Potts. They insisted they be allowed to do something with my hair. Apparently it has grown quite long," Loki reached back to touch the ties keeping his braid together, a simple band of emerald dyed leather. "They also informed me that I was beginning to resemble a Tolkien elf."

Thor's brow puckered with confusion. "You are no elf. What would inspire them to make such a comparison?"

"Myself, if you would believe it. This Tolkien character is quite famous for his literature of a fantastical nature. And his version of elves are described to be fair of face, with hair that is both long and sumptuous, left to cover them like a shroud." Teasing a stray lock of black away from his face, Loki watched Thor return to playing with his braid, each of his fingertips wandering across its interlocked strands. "You are fascinated by it, aren't you? Thor, it's only a braid. You're hardly unfamiliar with them."

"Forgive me if I am so entranced by your loveliness. Is that now a crime," Thor teased, leaning down to kiss the corner of his brother's lips. "It suits you well, Loki. Have they expressed what other wonders they might achieve with your ever so glorious mane?"

"Jest all you'd like, you overgrown boar. It makes no difference to me." But it did, Thor knew it did, because he knew Loki far better than he would ever be inclined to admit. Chuckling heartily, he watched the trickster settle down with his book, stubbornly ignoring him. There was no deterring Thor from toying with his hair though. All too soon Loki seemed to realize that, because he sighed and granted Thor free rein with it, tilting his head slightly to the side. "..Tomorrow. They talked of taking over the lounge and having me choose another style they might best replicate while we...learned the wonders of Tolkien."

Thor paused with his strokes, peering over Loki's shoulder. He was hardly affluent with Midgardian literature, but he had noticed the letters gilded across the book's spine. Although what was so entrancing about a hobbit, he wasn't sure. "Would you be vexed if I joined you? I am curious to see what else might be done."

Loki's lips pursed, fingertips scrolling across the book's yellowed pages. "I suppose I can hardly stop you. But if you intend to spend the whole time annoying me, Thor, then I can promise that you will pay dearly for it."

"I would pay any price to have your company," Thor promised, kissing the top of his head. "Relax, Loki. My curiosity is genuine. If this is but one of the ideas Lady Potts and the Widow have planned, then I am eager to see the rest come to fruition." He gave his brother a brief hug and then settled back against the chair, patiently toying with Loki's hair while he enjoyed his book. It spoke volumes when Loki allowed it, looking up only once to give him a strange frown before he returned to his reading, muttering quietly under his breath.

"You grow more sentimental with each passing day..."

"Aye. And I do so proudly, without complaint."
Of Braids and Tolkien
I've been writing a string of one-shots and posting them to my AO3 account. Decided it could be fun to upload a few here as well! 
Loki was going to absolutely murder him. Sure, they hadn't been together for long, but Tony knew that look. It was the wrath of the gods, all bundled neatly together and thrumming angrily behind stormy green eyes. If he made it out of this building with his pride and body intact, he'd be amazed. Hell, it would pretty much take a miracle! Plus some groveling. Tony grimaced, watching those elegant features contort into a stone cold mask. Yeah, scratch that. Lots of groveling.

But first, he needed to make damn sure that he didn't fuck up any more than he already had. Loki's job was on the line here. If Deviare realized they knew each other, he'd have ample fuel to go after the brunette, maybe even ruin his career.....whatever it was. Tony was still confused on that part.

"Damn." He gave Loki a look that screamed charm and a devil-may-care attitude, all hint of recognition stripped away. He could do this. Put on a show for the audience, make the bastard and everyone else only see what Tony wanted them to. It was manipulation, an art he'd perfected throughout the years. "Now that's a model. I haven't seen skin that pale since my last trip to Rome. He's a living, breathing Adonis!"

"Indeed." Whether Deviare believed him wasn't an issue. His posture visibly released its former tension and gave way to something resembling relaxation. By a businessman's standards anyway. "Mr. Laufeyson is a rarity this day and age. Few possess such a classic, androgynous beauty. If not for his prior service to the company, we never would've known he even existed." Deviare's smile widened, though it never lost its cold undertones. "Are you familiar with his work, Mr. Stark?"

Fuck. Play it cool Tony. "Can't say that I am. Pretty sure I'd remember a face like that." Feigning an appreciation that wasn't in the slightest false, Tony raked his gaze up and down Loki's frame, clad in a black silk robe that made his pale skin seem like milk next to the dark fabric. "What's he do?"

"Mr. Laufeyson is an integral member of the Jaguar team, though his notoriety extends beyond the company." A frosted gaze turned towards Loki, who was clearly doing his best to ignore the both of them as he engaged in conversation with a woman working the lights for the shoot. "He is a well known publicist in London, I believe, and possesses various degrees in advertisement. He's designed dozens of ads and commercials for companies across the globe, including a most recent photography shoot for the House of De Vil, and their upcoming fall line. Which Mr. Laufeyson oversaw personally, I believe, before he moved to the states."

Wow. Talk about gathering intel. Tony was learning more about Loki in these few minutes than he had the entire time they'd known each other, and from a complete stranger, no less! Which probably should've cheapened the thrill, but it didn't. He'd take what he could get at this point. "Aren't you guys the lucky ones? A publicist, and an advertisement specialist." That certainly explained Loki's living status. "How'd you get a guy like that to work as a model?"

Deviare sneered, eyeing Tony as if he were a complete imbecile. Talk about having a giant stick up the ass. "Encouragement, Mr. Stark. This photo shoot was Mr. Laufeyson's idea in the first place. It seemed only fitting he handle the more...physical aspects, as well as the technical."

Tony frowned. If he'd gotten bad vibes about this jackass from first introductions, then the ones he was getting now were way worse. Who was he to talk about Loki like that? That wasn't the sound of respect, but scorn. Nonchalance, at best. "If by encouragement, you mean money, then that's a language I understand." He ignored the man's retorts and started towards Loki, injecting each step with a swagger any of his fans and press would've recognized; Tony Stark was on the prowl. "Lets see if he speaks mine."

"Mr. Stark! Wait!"

Like hell. He had better things to do with his time. Like persuading Loki not to hate his guts, for one. That was gonna be a pretty difficult task, considering the man in question had finally caught sight of him again, and was basically trying to drill holes through Tony's skull with those pretty green orbs.

Warning him off? Maybe. He worried too much. "Hello gorgeous." Tony waltzed up to him and grinned, catching Loki's hand to bring it to his lips for a kiss. If Deviare wanted to treat him like a piece of meat, it was probably safe to assume this sort of treatment would be not only accepted, but appreciated. "A little birdie told me you're the brains behind this operation. You know, with a pretty face like that you don't need to think. Those chiseled cheekbones alone could make you a fortune." Now just to hope Loki caught on with the ruse. Tony really didn't want him to think he was a shallow bastard.

Lucky him, he saw a flash of clarity cross that pale face before Loki gave him his full attention. "I have never relied on my looks to support myself. Nor do I have any intention of starting now." He bluntly turned his sight to the hand Tony had grasped, a scowl touching his lips. "You must be Tony Stark. I've heard of you. Your name is a most common one, Mr. Stark, even in London."

"London hm? I guess that explains the sexy accent." Tony let go and took a step closer, while Loki immediately backtracked, putting some space between them. That stung the pride a little bit. "You know, scowling like that's not going to run me off. I came here for a purpose, and I'm pretty determined to see it through." He shared a private smile with the man, knowing he was the only one who could see it.

Apparently that didn't mean too much to him. "Whatever your motivations, I could care less. Now if you please, Mr. Stark. I have a job to do." Loki side stepped him and started for the cars, bunching his silk robe closed. If not for the nervous twitch of his fingers, Tony might've thought he wasn't affected by this at all. But he was. Maybe it was a good thing that he could see through Loki's little charade, a sign he was getting better at this stuff--

And then Tony remembered that the brunette wanted to probably kill him right now. Plus his being here was potentially damaging to Loki's career. Yeah. Not the wisest set of decisions on his part, but what's done is done. He couldn't back out now. Tony adjusted his tie and smiled like his life depended on it, ready to schmooze whoever he needed to to stick around for the photo shoot.

Scratch that. He didn't need to schmooze. He was Tony Stark! People caved to his wishes on a daily basis, and today wasn't going to be any different. Excluding Loki. Tony couldn't make him do anything if he tried.

He kept a close eye on the brunette as he walked back towards the gleaming cars, and, more unfortunately, the head man in charge. Deviare didn't bother hiding his scowl when Tony approached, for which he could almost respect him. No need for masks here. There was a mutual dislike all around. "I see you've met our austere Mr. Laufeyson then. Tell me, what did you think?"

"He's a real charmer. Seems a little uptight though." Hard to imagine why. Disregarding his own fuck up's, Loki's boss was a right asshole. Still, Tony kept himself reasonably pleasant while they talked. It was in everyone's best interests right now. "I hope your paying him really well. You know, not many guys with his level of pedigree would be happy with this kind of gig."

"I assure you, Mr. Stark, we considered Mr. Laufeyson's comfort when he was chosen for this job. He is being paid more than enough to make any inhibitions he might have had beforehand seem almost...irrelevant."

The smile that went along with all that was super creepy. Tony's spine gave an uncomfortable shiver, and he had to work hard at not grimacing. That would be pretty counterproductive. "Irrelevant huh? So a small fortune. That's not so bad." He eyed Loki without-hopefully-being too obvious. The shoot was getting ready to start, and he was still fondling the ties of his robe, until the silk finally slipped off his elegant frame and pooled on the floor.

Oh. Damn. That was a lot of pale skin to feast on.

"Mr. Stark?" Tony didn't catch on that he was being spoken to until the sight of Loki clad only in tailored slacks vanished from his vision, and he had to stare at Deviare's pale mug instead. "Mr. Stark, I must ask you to stand aside. If you insist upon remaining for the shoot-"

"I do!" Damn. Too eager sounding. Tony scaled it back few degrees, calmly nodding towards the gleaming Jaguar. And, of course, its model. "Don't think distracting me with a hot piece of eye candy will work. I'm not leaving without that car." Bonus points if he could work things out where he got to take Loki too. "Now!" He clapped his hands, eagerly looking around. "On to more important matters. Where the hell is my coffee?"

A wonderful question, come to think of it. It had been at least twenty minutes, but still no sign of his Starbucks. Or its carrier. Hm. Tony shrugged it off, claiming a spot as far away from Deviare as he possibly could manage to watch the shoot. Because no matter how angry Loki was with him, Tony wasn't passing up an opportunity to ogle him shamelessly. He didn't have the strength to resist all that naked skin. And there was a LOT of it.

Whoever had decided to dress him in just slacks was a genius. Loki probably hated them, and some part of Tony couldn't help agreeing with him. Payment or not, he'd been pretty much coerced into doing this. But the billionaire was finding it difficult not to enjoy the sight of Loki all stripped down, hair gelled back, his limbs milky white against the car's crimson surface. And when the photographer in charge of the shoot had him climb on the hood of the car to grab a particularly candid shot, Tony made a decision, right then and there. He was going to have Jarvis make copies of all those photos. They were fantastic material for--

"Mr. Stark?" The smell of coffee assaulted his nose, delicious and tinged with chocolate. Then came perfume, giving himself a few seconds of notice before there was a buxom blond pressing up on his side with his Starbucks in hand. Oh. "Your coffee Sir." She batted her lashes and offered it up to him. "I had them add a shot of espresso, in case you needed the extra jolt."

"Smart choice. Next time ask." Tony carefully pushed her hand away from him, forcing her to set the drink down. "I don't like being handed things," unless it came from Loki, apparently. But he was special. He was also watching them from his spot on the car, and there was enough venom in those green eyes to make a cobra look tame.

Not for the first time that day, Tony squirmed. "Ms....."

"Moran." The blond helpfully interjected, laying a hand on his arm. Yeah. That might have something to do with the two lasers he could feel eating into his head.

"Right. Miss Moran. How do you feel about doing me another favor?" Tony did his best to appear perfectly calm as he pulled out his wallet and stuffed a couple more bills into her greedy hand, but every time he tried to catch a glimpse of Loki doing it the guy was cool as a cucumber, sprawled out like a cat or leaning against the car with the appeal of a panther, all teeth and claws and glittering eyes. "There's got to be a pastry shop around here somewhere. Get me a half dozen of those chocolate filled things, and a few of the ones with fruit on top. I like those."

The bills disappeared, tucked into Miss Moran's expansive cleavage with a coy little grin. "Of course, Mr. Stark. Do you need anything else?"

Yes. He was just busy hating his guts right now. "No, thanks. Just get me what I asked for." Leaving a clearly disheartened woman behind, Tony strutted over to the main floor and got a clear view with which to watch Loki work. Assuming his newest fan came back in time with the treats, he'd at least have something to barter his way back into Loki's somewhat good graces. Hopefully. Maybe. Ok, it was a slim chance the guy would listen to him at all, but he could try. He just had to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, and--

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony snapped. "What?!" Five seconds too late he realized it wasn't Miss Moran, but the main bastard in charge, back to make his life miserable. "Oh. You. Ready to sell me my car now? Make it snappy. I've got places to be, things to do." He turned back to the shoot with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the photographers join Loki outside the vehicle as they talked in hushed tones. He didn't look happy. Actually, he looked pretty damn stressed, and tired. Chances were Tony wasn't going to get a moment with him anytime soon. Dammit.

"Mr. Stark, I've already informed you that the particular vehicle in question isn't for sale. You'll either have to wait, or choose another from our selection." Deviare shared his gaze and frowned; with suspicion? Tony hoped not. "You are rather determined to possess this model in question. May I ask why?"

"Yeah. I want it. It's a necessary requirement for my continued existence." Loki was still talking to the other guys, and Tony took the chance to admire his sculpted abs, the muscles of his back that rippled every time he turned at the hip or leaned any which way. He was a gorgeous creature, and another thing Tony really, really wanted. "You know I'll pay sticker price, right? There might even be a nice bonus in there for you if we can get this wrapped up today."

"Eager to show it off? I suppose you have some gala event to attend. Or perhaps another tabloid worthy party to host." Deviare's sneer was more vocal than anything, but Tony didn't miss it. "Cost isn't the issue here, Mr. Stark. Your expansive bank account and infamy are the only reasons you'r still here. But that vehicle in question is,"

"Are you refusing to sell out of principle, or are we going to have to get personal?" Pride, and Loki's career kept him from saying anything worse. Because there were a lot of things Tony wanted to say to that stuck up bastard. "I want the car. You can sell it to me now, or I can go above your head and have the higher up's take care of it." Bourbon eyes slipped over the car and its passenger, who was thankfully not staring back. "Unless, of course, you're willing to rethink your decision. That would be the smart thing to do. You'd make a nice chunk of change, your bosses would be happy. And who knows? Maybe I could be persuaded to make a donation to your company, with the right incentive."

Chilling silence emanated from his left. Then Deviare smiled, and Tony swore he could hear the bones in his face cracking from the effort. "May I presume to guess at what that incentive would be, Mr. Stark?" Both of their gazes flickered over to Loki at the same time. Tony had to give it to him; the guy was a lot smarter than he looked, and he caught on quick. "I thought your tastes were for the more voluptuously inclined."

"They are. But I'm a guy that appreciates fine machinery." Two seconds flat and Tony had a credit card between his index and middle finger, showing off the embossed numbers and letters on front. "I can charge as much as I want on this thing. You just need to name a price." And he was willing to pay just about anything to not only get the Jaguar, but secure Loki's security and job. Right now Tony had them all eating out of his hands. Deviare thought his interests were purely physical, that Loki was just another pretty face. Something for the infamous playboy to drool over and take home.

A shitty position to be in? Definitely. But at least they'd know the truth. "Well?" Tony waggled the card, arching a brow. "Do we have a deal or not?"

"....You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Stark." Deviare took the card between his unnaturally pale fingers and tucked it into his breast pocket. Perfect. That only took a lot of effort. His nerves were practically frazzled. "Shall we see to the paperwork now? Or would you prefer to admire the machinery a while longer?"

"I can admire it up close and personal later. Lets get the technical jargon out of the way." Plus, it would give him the time to figure out how he was going to explain himself to Loki. Particularly without feeling like his head was going to explode. Tony scooped up his coffee and followed the dark haired man away from the shoot, catching Loki's eye when he passed. He looked murderous, pale, ready to slaughter him where he stood. Not a good sign. Well, too bad. Loki was just going to have to trust him. Tony knew what he was doing.

In theory anyway. But his theories usually worked out pretty well, so he wasn’t worried.
  • Mood: Jolly
  • Listening to: Elsa It's Cold Outside
  • Watching: Husk
  • Drinking: Coke
Hope you guys have a fantastic Christmas, and a wonderful rest of the year. I love all of you! :heart:

:iconchristmastreeplz: :iconchristmasplz:

I hope Santa brings you lots of presents ;) :iconsantaclauseplz:


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Hey. My name's Az. About all you need to know. Yeah. Uhh....well shit, ok, guess I should say some stuff other stuff, huh? Ahh....I'm weird. There. Explanation enough :paranoid: Hngh. Ok, here's a bit more info. I'm old enough to drink and smoke, I live in scenic nowhere, work in retail and obsessively rage at people on a daily basis, and I'm considered to be potentially homicidal/psychotic/and severely deranged by a few different people. Bitchy too, but that one at least I agree too ;)

Here's the basic rundown of stuff you might wanna know........I do shit. Smoke, drink, contemplate murder in the first degree--but you guys don't care about that, yeah? You wanna know what I do on HERE. Welp, it's pretty simple. I cosplay and write. Yup. See? Simple. :giggle: yeeeah, probably not enough detail for you guys. Mkay, well.....I write for different fandoms, different pairings and all that. If you really wanna know which ones, you can check out the fics yourself, see if there's anything you like.

Ahh---cosplay. Yeah. I do it too. You can see what I've done by, y'know, checking out my gallery and the pictures to the left. Duh. B seems to b (ha, pun!) pretty popular, but Mello and Izaya are in there too, as well as some newer ones, like Queen Chrysalis. I have more things planned, like Jack Frost, Rarity, a couple others.

Fuck, I feel like I should be saying more. Uhm.....well fuck, I dunno? I do requests, if they're cool enough, and I'm cool with art trades too. Been screwed outta a few of those though, so I'll probably only do one if I think you're reliable--and, y'know, if I like your art :rofl: That's kinda important. Speaking of art though, I'm totally cool with you guys writing/drawing/cosplaying/etc shit based off things I've done. Just ask first, ok? And send me links! It's great that you wanna do it, and frankly I'll be flattered...just--permission. Yeah. :nod: Not so hard to ask a simple question guys. I'll usually say yes :D

That's about all I've got to say. ^^; If you guys wanna know more about me, then I suggest checking out my other sites, and look up the people I hang with here on DA. They all have some fantastic art, whether it be cosplay, fanfiction, fanart, etc. :heart: Or, y'know, you could just comment on my profile, or note me. I always respond :D I've got a tumblr and skype too, and you're welcome to chat with me at either place. Some of ya already do ;) My tumblr page is here: and my Skype name is shinigamilordazeran. I've got a sarcasm quote as my profile pic :rofl: You can also find me at AO3 under the name Azeran. I've got a lot of newer fics up there.

Yeah.......later! :XD:

Groups I run/co-run here on DA:
- :iconmurderousjustice:
- :iconcruel-reflection:
- :iconmattloversanonymous:

DA Family:

Bro: :iconblusparkles:
Thingy: :iconmoonrabbit22291:
Partner: :icongore-font:
Kids: :iconghostlyfla: and :iconyurinoki: (creator of a shit metric ton of fanart :XD:)
Sister: :iconallons-y-23: and :iconheadpikachu:
Elder sister: :iconlawllipop-bag: (she demanded I change this)
Matt-bros: :iconsilentaddiction23: :iconcashretorical: :icondoomkittyz: and :iconcoolstorymatt:
B-hoes: :icongore-font: :iconsyenosis: :icongreywriter: :iconblooming-tree:…

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otakuprincess445 Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for joining my group :)
ElyonBlackStar Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav! ^w^
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure :heart:
XMidnight-NightmareX Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
HI i'm so glad i got to meet you at OMGcon i had fun hanging out with you on saturday
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart: it was nice to meet you dear!
XMidnight-NightmareX Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday, Az! Goddamn, how old are you?
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:paranoid: 23
SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Well damn.
otakuprincess445 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Highway3 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! 
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you!
Highway3 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
your welcome :D 
Vahisa Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Have a great birthday!
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