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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...


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"You know, you don't always have to be a woman around me. I like you just fine either way."

"That may be so, but I don't take this form to accommodate you, Steven. There are simply days where I feel like a woman, and they just so happen to correlate with the time we spend together." Glancing over her shoulder as she ran a towel down her naked arms, Loki chuckled. "Do you truly hold no preferential feelings towards this form?"

Steve, busy wiping off his chest and waist, stepped out of the bathroom and shook his head. "It's still you either way, Loki. Why should I prefer one version of you over the other?" He crossed the room and wrapped a hand in Loki's dark skein of hair, still dripping wet, but soft as silk against his skin. "This one is nice though..." and it reminded him of another time, something more familiar. Though he'd always been attracted to both genders, it was only in this century that it was becoming alright to show such interests. It took some getting used to.

Clearly, that was something Loki understood. "Merely nice? I had hoped to compare with the women of your time, at the very least. Am I not just as lovely? You did once call me a classy dame," Loki reminded him, leaning into his touch with a throaty purr, her burgundy lips set in a mischievous smile. "I do hope you haven't changed your mind."

"There's no chance of that happening, believe me. You're beautiful, Loki." Steve gently tugged at her locks until Loki's head rested against this shoulder. One benefit of this form was that her height was just a half inch greater than this own, making acts like this not only possible, but easy to accomplish. Thank God too. He loved having the god draped against him, Loki's spine to his chest, their bodies fitted together like pieces of a puzzle. It was...nice.

"Steven.." Loki's fern colored eyes were all but glowing beneath their thick curtain of lashes. It garnered Steve's attention, and he smiled at the trickster, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her skin was still flushed from the shower they'd shared, leaving its normally alabaster hue tinged with a faint, almost rosy pink. She looked healthy, virile, and more than ready for another round. Steve was happy to accommodate her. He cinched his arm around her waist and tipped her head to the side, but where he expected there to be firm lips against his own, there were fingertips instead. "As much as I would love to, we do have somewhere to be," Loki drawled. "Remember? Anthony invited us all out to dinner? He said it was his 'treat.' Whatever that means."

He'd almost forgotten. Though their friendship was rocky at first, he and Tony had mended most of the tense bonds between them. Still, there were times he still wanted to throttle the man. This was one of them. "You know he's notoriously late to these sort of things," Steve murmured into Loki's neck, his teeth making small impressions on the warm flesh. "We have time, if you wanted to-"

"There is never a moment where I do not wish to, Steven. But I hardly excuse Anthony's bad manners as it is. I won't reciprocate them." To her credit, Steve heard nothing but honesty in her voice. He reluctantly let her go, but not before giving her hips an affectionate squeeze.

"You're right. Sorry." His eyes trained on her back, Steve couldn't help but wander after her and trail his fingers across the barely visible arch of Loki's spine. It was weird. He'd never been one for public displays of affection, but in private things were so much easier. Another oddity, considering the object of his affections was the infamous Loki, mischief maker and silvertongue. He knew better than to question it though. Sometimes, it was easier just to let things be. "What are you wearing tonight? Tony never said if the restaurant was fancy or not."

"Of course not. Anthony never considers the small details. Which is why I made certain to inquire with Jarvis on the matter." Loki frowned at her reflection in the mirror above Steve's dresser and picked a hairbrush up, working it through her heavy mass of hair. Steve affectionately smiled, recognizing it as his own. He wondered if Loki even noticed. "I know you loathe anything remotely similar to formal attire, but I'm afraid you'll have to endure for tonight. It will be required," she met his eyes in the reflection, "unless you wish to stick out like a sore thumb."

He already did that without even trying. The last thing Steve wanted was to garner any more attention. "With you on my arm, you'll be the one attracting everyone's eye." Which was perfectly ok in his book, so long as he was the one going home with her when the night was up.

"Oh? You think the public eye would favor me over their favorite patriot?" The brush paused in its sweep through her hair, giving him the chance to pry it from her damp fingers. Loki was startled; it showed in her eyes, the way her lips formed a soft O, but she didn't deny Steve this opportunity. Such a little thing, and it warmed him to the core.

"Yeah, I do." He guided Loki back to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Almost instinctively she shifted sideways, offering Steve complete access to her raven mane, now tumbling with waves and a smattering of curls. Though he didn't buy into Loki's 'god' status, he was tempted to tell her she lived up to her royal title. She looked just like a princess. "You're beautiful like this," Steve picked up what Loki had started and combed her hair, watching her expression come alive with amusement, and something softer.

"Sentiment," she murmured, catching his eye. "I'm not a mind reader. Your thoughts are an open book, written all over that handsome face. Anyone with a glimmer of intelligence could realize what you were thinking."

"You say that, but I think you're downplaying your own abilities. You don't have to be a mind reader to understand people, Loki." The brush glided though her satin locks, which he then smoothed back into place with his palm. "You got Tony to talk about his problems, when no one else could. Don't you think that says something?"

Loki's non-committed hum made her opinion very clear. "As Anthony is so fond of reminding everyone, we've bonded over our familiar issues. Particularly the ones pertaining to our fathers. That hardly makes our relationship special, nor anything worth praise."

"Maybe not. But it does say a lot about you." Steve tucked a few pieces of hair over her shoulder, the tips reaching her stomach, tickling ivory white skin. He followed them with his free hand and covered the flat mound, tracing patterns across it, coaxing the trickster into a more subdued state. She was stubborn to the core, egotistical while filled with self loathing. A harsh contradiction. That was Loki, through and through. Steve adored her for it. "You have a way with people. You make them want to talk, tell you things."

"My silver tongue. It has cultivated many's feelings towards me. I assure you, most were not pleasant." All of a sudden Steve's hand was pushed away from her stomach, and he was left with a slit eyed trickster staring up at him, Loki's lithe hands tangling in his hair, teasing the strands into disarray. "Steven...are you trying to distract me? You are only delaying the inevitable. You know Anthony will hunt us down if we never show. As this is his tower, there are very few places we could hide..."

Everything she said was true. Tony would come after them both with a vengeance if they didn't show up to the dinner. And since Loki was a soft spot for him, the inventor wouldn't show any mercy. "I can handle Tony. He's not my main priority anyway. You are." Steve set the brush down and held Loki's face between his hands, making her look at him. "You, Loki."

If his words rattled her, the only visible response was the slight widening of her eyes, and her milky hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He was used to Loki's acts, and knew how to tell when they were defensive in nature. This was one of those times. "Then what do you propose? Shall we ignore Anthony's invitation, simply so you may..what, precisely? Indulge in some carnal delights?"

"You make it all sound so terrible," Steve chuckled. "Am I a bad friend if I'd rather spend time with you?" A silent alone was implied, and he felt her body shiver beneath his palms. With a little more coaxing, Loki would be better open to his suggestions. "I'm not trying to stall or anything. I just thought we had some time to spare before we had to meet up with the others. But you're right. It's better to be punctual." Teasing aside her mane, Steve kissed her neck and smiled coaxingly. "If you need any help getting dressed, I'm happy to lend a hand."

Loki's brow almost vanished into her hairline. "The point of getting dressed is to put clothes on your person, Steven. Not take them off. I had thought you mortals intelligent enough to realize the difference."

"Which is why I offered to help. You want to be on time, right?" Ever the gentleman, he helped her to her feet. It was impossible for him to ignore her nudity, when Loki was made of sumptuous curves and legs that would put any girl from his time to shame, save one. Unlike certain other Avengers that would remain unnamed though, Steve was respectful enough not to stare. He'd seen Loki's body dozens of times, both as a woman, and a man. And he really had no preference towards either, despite what the trickster wanted to believe.

"Have you any idea what you plan to wear? I've seen the contents of your closet, Steven. You lack anything more formal than a pair of slacks." A thoughtful once over of her reflection satisfied her well enough, and Loki cast a green glowing hand over the bedspread. The magic coagulated, taking on the shape of a tight knit gown, and the garments to go underneath. Loki picked up the slinky underwear and held it in front of her, a grin teasing her lips. "I could conjure you something as well."

"Thanks, but I'm sure I'll find something." Steve was patient, and waited for her to pull on her panties before he helped her into her bra and snapped the clasps together, adjusting the straps over her shoulders. "You know, clothes were a lot different in my time."

Loki's thank you was quiet, and a touch breathless as she lifted a set of stockings off the coverlet. Steve grinned to himself; they were silk, and looked remarkably similar to the ones from the forties. "Anthony says they were rather prudish, though that's likely his personal bias. He showed me pictures of his father, and some others during the war. Your fashions were interesting, but hardly worthy of such a label." Fingering the material, Loki peeked at him through her lashes. "I find them charming."

Charming, huh? "Not sure if that's the word I would've used." Steve kissed the spot below Loki's ear and chuckled. "There were a lot more layers back then. And we didn't have much finery to go around," he gave the stockings a telltale grin, wandering his hand down the crest of her hip. "You would've been damn lucky to have a pair of those back in my day."

"Why is that? Was silk such a rare commodity?" Loki wrapped the fabric around her fingers, fondling it gently. Distracting herself, more like, though it didn't mask the flare of goose bumps that washed down her body as he teased her outer thigh with the pad of his thumb.

"It was a big hit with the army. They bought it in surplus, to use for parachutes, maps. Didn't leave a lot for the common gal." His fingertips skimmed across ivory skin, firm but lazy. There were so many things Steve could do that would shatter her will, make the trickster fall into his arms with demands for satisfaction, but that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to make her need it. "That's one of the nice things about this century. No wartime shortages."

"Mm. Asgard has been peaceful for a thousand years. Other than small skirmishes, we've had no cause for war." Which meant no shortages. Steve thoughtfully drew his fingers towards the apex of Loki's thighs, feeling her draw in a sharp breath. "We..have never experienced the same sufferings you mortals endure. Your woes are a mystery to us.."

"Are they?" Steve parried. "I think you understand more than you let yourself believe, Loki." She was waiting, anxious, the pounding of her heart thrumming through the arm he draped beneath her breasts and used to press her back against him, trapping Loki's body against his own. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

Her legs spread at the knee, beckoning him to touch, stroke, do whatever he wanted. Steve was tempted. "Then show me," Loki cajoled, hot lips finding the muscles cording his neck and tracing across them, her own style of pleading. "You believe me to deserve more than what I offer myself? Show me then, Steven, what you think it is that I've earned."

With an open invitation like that, it was hard for him to say no. "What about Tony's dinner? I know you didn't forget about that," Steve deliberately teased her, leaving his hand resting just above her silk clad navel as she wrung her thin stockings around her hands, likely marking them full of runs. "Don't you want to go?"

"Steven!" Loki made a noise akin to a snarl and threw the ruined clothing away. Turning on him, the god clamped her hand around his bicep, nails scouring his flesh, and pushed him back to the edge of the bed. "Do you dare to make a mockery of my needs?"

Steve chuckled. "I'll take that as a no then." A single move flipped their positions and had her spread out on the bed beneath him, his knee wedged between hers, opening her legs for him. Steve tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear and exposed Loki's vibrant gaze to the light, all viscous emerald and arousal, searing him through with its intensity. One look had damned him; there was no way he was able to resist that gaze. "I guess we're two of a mind then," he growled, bending over the trickster's dewy, panting form as his hand returned to the spot between her legs, this time applying pressure, drawing out the first of what he hoped would be many more noises that night. When it came to Loki's needs, he preferred the slow, patient approach. And he had all the time in the world to show her that.  
The Slow Approach

Yup. I have no real explanation for this, except.....yeah. I wanted to write it. Heheh. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, blablablaaaaaa, Steve Rogers and Loki aren't mine, ETC.

Thor adored his consort in ways he could never hope to express, but it was the moments like this where his heart truly soared. The unyielding quiet of night, broken only by whisper of silk against their limbs and Loki’s slow breathing as his chest rose and fell, the vibration thrumming through Thor’s skin. Chuckling to himself, he perched the bulk of his weight upon his elbow and watched the Jotun curled beside him in slumber. Loki was ever the beauteous creature, yet there was something…enthralling about him this way. Asleep, his every feature was softened until they appeared almost delicate in nature. From the chiseled cheekbones to his thin but curvaceous lips, Loki resembled a doll made of flawless china, were it only painted blue. Many others would see the color, and subsequently his heritage, as a misfortune. Thor never could. He adored the young prince for who, and what he was. Not a thing about him would he change. Even his tempestuous nature was precious to the thunderer.

There was a stirring beside him as Loki turned on his side, raven hair tumbling across the pillow. It was sweet smelling from the oils he favored bathing in, and the texture resembled a bolt of satin, liquid smooth and just as soft. Thor couldn’t resist gathering several of the strands in his palm to nuzzle them, the scent of wintergreen tickling his nose. But once he started, there was no way to simply stop, pull back. These opportunities were far too rare for Thor not to take advantage of. Loki was not the sort for physical affection, lest he was in one of his moods. He was rather like a cat in that manner. That was precisely why Thor basked in these fleeting moments, giving himself over to the opportunity of kissing his lover’s patterned flesh, the bloodlines traced with his tongue and forefinger.

“Mm…” Loki stirred, but didn’t wake.. He never did. His sleep was blissfully deep and restful, only the smallest reactions making it seem as if it might be broken. Thor took care to keep it so, guiding his hand under the thin sheet his consort slept beneath to touch an azure thigh. Loki was clothed in the thinnest wrap imaginable to spare himself from the heat, and it left much of his sumptuous body available for perusal. Thor grazed his hand lower, letting it pass ever so lightly over the apex between Loki’s legs. The silk protected him, kept their skin from meeting, not that he needed the touch to know what was there. There wasn’t a part of the Jotun’s body that he didn’t know. From the crown of his horns all the way to the tips of his toes, he knew him, and intimately so.

Temptation called to him, urging Thor to part silk and slip his fingers across Loki’s sensitive lips. He almost gave in too. Loki was asleep, vulnerable, and Thor was not in the habit of resisting him when he didn’t have to. Yet he did exactly that, grasping his lover by the knee instead and turning him more onto his side, a muscled arm wrapping around his narrow waist. He wasn’t about to ruin this moment, no matter how much his body called to Loki’s, urging them to mate. Make love, he corrected, scrolling his fingertips down the markings webbing the small of that sapphire spine. What they had together was special, and he wouldn’t take advantage of his consort. When Loki awoke, Thor could give him the attention he so desired, but until then he’d keep his touches at a minimum.

Well….by his standards. It was trying, when Loki made the most alluring noises when he was asleep. They were delicate, like painted glass, each paced across the span of minutes as Thor kneaded the already relaxed muscles of his upper thighs, slowly working his way back up the length of his body. This, he could comfortably do. His touches weren’t sexual in nature, though the sounds coming from his lover’s lips certainly invoked a similar response within him. Thor chuckled through his arousal, kissing the hollow of Loki’s throat and listening quietly to his responsive coo. Fate had graced him with a consort that was perfection given flesh and bone. The least he could do was appreciate it, show Loki how much he-

“Thor….” the body against his own rippled with movement, particularly in the thighs. Startled, Thor looked at Loki’s sleeping face, expecting it to be ever still in its peaceful mask. Instead, sleep drenched crimson stared back at him, and there was a surprising amount of warmth within them for someone who’d just been prematurely awoken.

“Loki.” Immediately Thor brought his hand up to cup a frozen cheek, the pad of his thumb trailing across the harsh bone structure. “I never meant to wake you. You have my apologies.” Unusually hesitant, knowing there was a chance Loki could be angry with him, if not furious, he touched a kiss to the place between his brows and recoiled away, putting space between them. “If you still want to rest, I’ll take my leave.” Though he hoped Loki would allow him to stay, continue to hold him, cradle his lither form against his own. As it was, the Jotun only looked at him in silence, until he reached up to press two fingers on Thor’s lips with a small grin.

“For better or worse, did we not vow to remain at each other’s sides? If you disturbing my sleep is the harshest grievance you have to offer, then I suppose I can make do and endure it.” Loki took full advantage of his surprise and wrapped his arm around Thor’s neck, forcefully pulling him down until his warm mouth could touch the ridge of his collarbone. “Now continue, husband, lest I show you how truly irritated I can become when my sleep is disturbed.”

To say he was shocked by Loki’s responses would be a terrible understatement, but never was he the one to do something against his love’s best interests. At first he was unsure if it was a just or not, Loki’s idea of revenge. After several seconds past and he only looked expectantly at the thunderer, one brow arching towards his hairline, Thor conceded, a slow smile taking shape on his rugged face. “If you want me to stay, then I shall. Whatever my consort desires,” he murmured, taking the little fiend back into his arms as he buried his face in black hair and basked in his presence. Loki melted into his embrace with a soft sigh, completely giving in. It was the final act that fully broke Thor’s inhibitions. He hugged him even closer and tangled their limbs together, allowing himself to enjoy it all. Awake, or asleep, he loved Loki. Thor would do anything for him. But having his permission in this made their quiet moment all the sweeter.  
The Quiet Moments
I get distracted by these little ideas, and then I have to write them, just so I can focus on those other, bigger things. Ah well! Such are the woes of a writer, I suppose XD

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, etc etc. You know how it goes.
Loki had never seen rain before. Jotunheim was far too cold for anything but snow and ice, the latter which covered all in a thick, unrelenting gloss of bluish-green. He remembered staring at the heavens and imagining what might lie outside the dower abyss, in a world where all wasn't frozen and barred against the realms beyond. This was like nothing he could have ever dreamed. He could feel the power of the storm above his head, slate and raven hued clouds converging together with a loud rumbling that reminded him of glaciers cracking down the middle. There was a brilliant flash of white light too, flashing in jagged spires across the sky. Loki shielded his eyes before it could blind him completely, and through the glow he saw a dark shape float down from the clouds, the rain never touching his powerful form.

“So the tales are true,” Loki murmured, lowering his hand to better see the man as he approached. “You do possess power over the storm.”

Tossing back his golden hair, Thor frowned when he saw the drenched Jotun and hastened his step until they were but a foot away from each other, the circle of dryness protecting him now extended to Loki as well. “Loki, you shouldn’t be out here.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s hardly as if I’m going to catch a chill.” He had to brush back his soaked hair to meet Thor’s eyes, and he was instantly captivated by the powerful gaze staring back at him, shimmering each time the lightning struck. It was like looking into two brilliant opals, their surfaces rippling with electric blue. Loki shivered and moved closer to the thunderer, tasting ozone and something fiery hot on his tongue, a thrilling tingle running down his arms from the proximity with the electrically charged god. “I never imagined it was like this..”

“Like what?” Thor swept off his cape and draped it around Loki’s shoulders, streamers of raven silk staining the material a darker, almost bloody shade of red. Loki clutched at it and gently fondled the cloth with his fingertips, finding it heavy, but ridiculously soft, engulfing his lither form in its warmed folds. “You are soaked through. Loki, how long have you been standing out here?” It looked as if Thor meant to scold him, and if not for his obvious concern Loki might have criticized him for it. Instead he allowed the thunderer to go on his sentimental tirade as he turned his eyes to the storm above their heads, which seemed to grow louder with Thor’s words, lightning striking through the smoky blue and illuminating the rain, making it resemble molten silver. “Loki? Loki!” Two hands suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, guiding his eyes back to Thor’s. “Are you listening to me?”

“Of course I am,” Loki soothed, leaning into Thor’s left hand. He was a talented liar, and yet his silver tongue seemed ineffective today; Thor was frowning at him, though a touch of humor burned in his cobalt gaze. “Now Thor, don’t look at me like that. You can hardly blame me if I’m a little distracted! I’ve never seen this before. Rain, the storm-” he took a few steps away from the prince’s side and reached outside the invisible barrier protecting them from the elements. Rain still fell in plentiful torrents from the sky, and within seconds Loki’s palm was soaked, droplets following the natural contours and bloodlines marking his skin until a single bead was left pooling at his inner elbow. He stared at it, fascinated. “It’s all so..” Loki breathed the scents in, then released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, dewing his lips with cool moisture. “..Enthralling.”

Having stepped up behind him, perhaps of a mind to pull him back, Thor watched Loki gaze at the dark sky with its mercurial streamers and hesitated. “….I had forgotten that you are not of this world. This must all be strange to you.” He laid a hand on the trickster’s elbow and drew him back a few paces, smirking faintly as rain continued to drip from his bluish fingertips. “Truly, you have never seen rain before?”

“Of course not, you oaf. When would I have had the chance? My realm is a wasteland, filled with naught but spires and glaciers, and cliffs of ice that would make even the tallest giant look small.” In comparison, Loki was little more than a speck on the ground. Here though--much as he felt enveloped by the storm, wrapped in its charge, he could sense his own powers responding to the call. It was a seductive thrill, and made him wonder too. If Thor could harness all this might for himself, then what might they accomplish together? He and his intended…

“Loki. Your seidr.” Thor called attention to his hands, bright with the frosted green swirls of his magic. It had responded without thinking, and Loki felt it in the air, a touch of warmth to the chill he otherwise exuded. “Be not mistaken. The power over the storms is mine to command. You can no more hold dominion over it than I your mastery of ice and snow.” The warning was not unkind, but came out sounding rather amused, as if Thor found his fascination comical. “Loki, heed me. Whatever madness runs through that head of yours, discard it now. This is beyond you.”

“You are the one who is mistaken,” Loki returned Thor’s smirk and lifted his hand, putting its palm full of emerald and rain water on full display. “I care not for controlling the storms, Thor. That gift is yours, and it is not one I covet. I was only…curious.” With a puff of air the rain turned to flecks of ice, glittering like tiny diamonds against his skin. He blew them at Thor with a cheeky grin and then allowed his seidr to dissipate into thin air, leaving only the faintest glitter of ice before the thunderer brushed it away. It melted almost instantly at the contact with his warm skin. “To me, such weather as this is an anomaly. I heard the thunder from my rooms, and I couldn’t resist getting a closer look. It’s impossible to ignore, Thor. You who are so used to all this wouldn’t realize the thrall it can hold.”

What had been amusement morphed into full on laughter, heartily shaking the thunder god’s frame. “You think so, do you?” Synced with his moods, the rain outside their bubble dispersed to a faint trickling; the sound of it was airy, lighthearted. It filled Loki with a strange sense of mirth, even though he didn’t entirely understand why. “Loki, I understand. Centuries could pass, and I will still marvel at the sheer force that harkens to my fingertips. Is it not the same as your seidr?”

He wasn’t incorrect. Loki hadn’t been expecting such a comparison though. Boasts about his might and strength, his prowess with that force which was his to command; this was what the Jotun had thought he would hear. Yet Thor compared their powers, as if they were equals. The warmth in his chest blossomed, spreading its roots throughout his entire body. “I suppose,” Loki responded, “though your magic is very different from mine. I would hardly think to compare the two.”

“But not so different that you are beyond comprehension.” Thor took the Jotun’s hand and walked him to the barrier, passing his hand through the intangible force to touch the rainfall. “I have controlled the storms for many years, Loki. To me, they have always appeared beautiful, and that beauty only grows as the years trickle past. With the growth of my power comes fresh understanding, a knowledge of that which dwells within my veins. It is a force those unlike us can never hope to fathom.” Again with the mention of them both. Loki wanted to ponder this development, but Thor left his thoughts a touch fuzzy as he called to the skies above and commanded a thicker downpour, the cold liquid sloshing in his cupped palm. And there was their master himself, leaning down to whisper in Loki’s ear. “You see as I do, but this is only the beginning. There is much we can show each other, Loki.” Thor released his hand and walked out into the rain, proffering his own to the smaller prince whilst a warm smile spread over his lips. “Come. If you want to experience a proper storm, then allow me to pave the way.”

“….You do strike a hard bargain.” His own smile taking shape, Loki wrapped Thor’s cape tighter around himself and laid his fingers on that golden palm. It was as his books had always said. When in doubt, seek out the source of that which holds your interest. And he was happy to allow Thor to lead him on.
Pave the Way

Just a short little thing I was inspired to write. Short, sweet, and to the point. A touch of fluffiness too.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, or any part of it.

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"You do realize that this is all completely unnecessary? I could just as easily use magic to give myself a proper appearance for tonight." Loki lounged back in the reclining chair and stared at the polish painting both sets of her nails a deep, nephrite colored green. It was a lovely color choice, and she knew Tony must have asked for it specifically when he was making all these preparations.

"Sorry princess. If there's one thing Pepper and I could ever agree on, it was that a bit of old fashioned primping goes a long way. We take it very seriously. And you don't really seem all that bothered by it anyway." Tony grinned at her from the chair positioned at her side, thumbs still working at the glossy screen of his Starkpad. "Relax Loki. Enjoy it! Didn't you guys do stuff like this on Asgard anyway? I mean, there's a reason they call this the royal treatment. You should be used to getting pampered."

"Pampered? Perhaps, but never in this form," she drew a hand down her body, letting it hover a few inches away from her skin, only just covered by a thin towel made of what Tony had called Egyptian cotton. It was luxuriously soft, almost enough to make her forget that she was nude beneath it. "You forget. My mastery of seidr and shapeshifting was never a well appreciated talent back home. Asgard relishes a proud warrior, Anthony. They idolize brawn over wit, and strength over cunning."

Tony grinned. "In other words, you were the Slytherin in a house of Gryffindor's. How appropriate. Guess it does explain all the green though," he picked up Loki's right hand and admired her nails, the color shimmering wetly, flecked throughout with dark gold. "I made a good choice. This is a great color for you. Hey, do they even have manicures on Asgard?"

"Unfortunately not. I must admit, it was a pleasurable enough experience. You mortals have very unusual, albeit effective means of personal care." She found herself loving the sight of her nails in such pristine condition, the cuticles neat and edges smooth. In fact, all of this so called beauty regime had so far been pleasant. The attendant who had dressed her hair had been firm, yet gentle, brushing out the raven locks until they gleamed like skeins of silk and then wrapping them heated curlers, loosely pinned now to her skull. That was to say nothing for sheer amount of lotions and fragrant oils that had been rubbed into her skin during what the other mortal had called a deep tissue massage. Indeed, it certainly lived up to his name. Loki now felt positively boneless in her chair, and was ever more thankful that her limbs were propped up in a softer version of stirrups, putting her colored nails and gleaming skin on full display. Tony certainly seemed to be enjoying the sight.

"Anthony. You're staring," Loki met his gaze and coyly smirked. There was a familiar gleam in the ocher that spoke of pure satisfaction, and an interest that was sinfully unadulterated. "My that lust I see?" She cooed, shifting in her seat, the prominent swell of her cleavage exposed by the towel's warm folds. As if it were a beacon, Tony's eyes hastened to it. "If I'd known that you so enjoyed all this excessive coddling, I might have allowed it sooner. Do tell, what entices you the most about all this? Is it the grandeur? The sheer expense of it all is fairly impressive, though you must be used to it by now."

"We both speak the language of money Lokes. But I have to admit, there's something right about seeing you all docile and dolled up." Reaching out to tilt her face down for better admiration, Tony swiped his thumb over her mouth, naturally plump in Loki's female form. Loki favored coloring her lips in her Bordeaux lipstick, but for now they were a lighter shade of red, glossy with a sheen of spittle as she licked her lips reflexively, brushing his calloused skin by accident. Or rather, on purpose. She was nothing if not tricksy. "You know, I think I like this shapeshifting ability of yours," Tony purred. "It could be handy. I get normal you every day, and now I’ve got a gorgeous date to all of the charity functions Pep makes me attend. It's a win win situation."

Loki smirked, waving him back into his chair. “How lucky for you that I’m willing to accommodate your selfish desires then. But what if I refused to accompany you to these functions? Would you still attend?”

“Pepper would make me. I’d be extremely bored though, if it’s any consolation.” Obediently sitting back as per requested by the trickster, Tony still managed to be the perverse schemer that he was and edged his chair closer to Loki’s, casually resting a hand on her naked ankle. “I really appreciate you doing this for me, Lokes. You know that, don’t you? You didn’t have to agree to be my date. You could just hang around the tower while all us do gooders go and preach about the importance of sharing and caring.” He slid his hand higher, stroking the sensitive flesh behind her knee. “But I’m glad you aren’t. You’re going to look gorgeous tonight.”

“Implying I don’t now?” She tracked his bronzed hand as it wrapped firmly around her calf and angled her leg closer to him, as much as the stirrups allowed. “Do be careful. I’d hate to see all this hard work gone to waste.” Her painted toes gave a small waggle, showing off the glittering polish all the better.

"We wouldn't want that," Tony agreed, making circles on Loki's knee with the edge of his thumb. "A good pedicure isn't cheap, and yours looks particularly nice. They really gave you some well earned TLC, didn't they?" Rather like a naughty child who'd just discovered a newest trick or game he might play, the inventor rolled his chair in front of her own and positioned himself between her splayed legs with a grin that played off being innocent. "Mind if I take a...closer look? I want to make sure we're getting our money's worth here."

Ah....she'd caught Tony's interest then. It was too obvious, emblazoned across his handsome face like a scarlet banner. He had a deep lust for the fairer sex, and was her form not that of a woman now? More importantly, Tony enjoyed the new and unknown. He had to discover it, work out those secrets that were hidden from him. He'd had Loki as a male more times than she could ever remember, and she him, but never had he touched this form with such a level of intimacy. That made her unmarked territory now.

Loki hummed, demurely lowering her lashes. If he wanted to discover the secrets of her flesh, then she was more than happy to give him the chance. Not that Tony needed her permission. He hadn't even waited for it. "Ever the excitable one.." she watched him lean off his seat and touch her inner thigh, caressing where the towel just covered her shifted flesh. "Anthony, they did nothing to me there that would warrant your interest."

"You got the massage, didn't you? Yeah…I can tell. You're still slick from all the oil." His entire hand slipped beneath the cotton and rubbed against her, eliciting a breathy sigh from the trickster. Loki could feel the heat of his skin against hers, hot as a brand as his fingers inched towards the juncture between her legs. His curiosity must be eating him alive, if he was already seeking it out.

"Perhaps on my thighs, but they stopped before it could spread any further." It was neither Aesir nor mortal custom to take advantage of valued clientele, though she wouldn't have said no to some more of those warming oils now; Tony's fingers felt so dry and calloused against her. Loki squirmed, mindful of her vulnerable position in the chair. She was all but splayed open for his pleasure in these damnable stirrups, and what protection the towel offered was moot now that he was touching her, the pad of his finger lightly brushing down her slit. "A--Anthony!" Loki shivered, bucking away. "Too rough.."

"Sorry. I guess this form hasn't seen a lot of mileage over the years, huh?" Tony looked around and then wheeled his chair over to the door, flipping the lock while he fished a bottle out of the stash hidden in the small, glass fronted cabinet holding all the masseuse’s supplies. "Here we go. Lotion should do the trick." Pushing himself back over to Loki with a lewd smile and waggle of his dark brow, he popped the cap open and squeezed some of the lotion onto his fingers, guiding them back under the towel. "Be careful what you do with your legs. Wouldn't want to mess up those pretty nails. You're rocking an open toe tonight."    

A particular scent wafted around her. It reminded her vaguely of honey, sweet and viscous, and Loki drew it deeply into her lungs as she felt Tony's hand cupping her quim, breaching the warm outer folds to nudge that which they hid from sight. "And you know this h-how?"

"Simple babe. I picked them out. Had to make sure they matched your dress, didn't I?" One flick of his thumb had her gasping and arching away from the chair, and it took all her might not to dig her nails into the tooled leather. "Shh," Tony soothed, resting his other hand on her knee, affection dripping from every word he used to praise her, reveling in this turn of events. "It's just like I said. You're going to look gorgeous, Loki. A literal goddess, strutting around for the world to see. I mean, you're beautiful no matter what-" he twisted his thumb, rubbing circles around her clit, "but with actual effort put in? I've seen normal you all glamoured up. It's time we gave your lady self some attention."

Loki's legs trembled in the padded stirrups, which she regretted using more and more as Tony manipulated them wider apart, spreading her open for more of his ministrations. "Your attentiveness shall be my torture if you do not stop this teasing!"

“This isn’t torture babe. It’s pampering.” He did something particularly clever with his fingers that had her whimpering up a storm, however against her will, teeth ground tight as Loki tried her best to suppress the sounds before he could hear. Too little effort, and far too late. Tony heard, and he took full advantage. “Now Lokes, don’t do that. I want to hear you.” Tony leaned towards her and kissed up her jaw line, delicately mouthing the ivory skin that was flushed as a rose beneath her lashes, hooked so low all Loki could see was the slightest sliver of light, and her lover’s bourbon colored gaze intently watching her. “C’mon…..”

Damn him, but she couldn’t help herself. “A-Anthony….” Loki’s toes curled with the blossoms of arousal pleasantly unfurling beneath her navel, heat spreading wildly through her veins. Whether it was his experience with women coming into play, or simply his extensive knowledge of her, and what she enjoyed, Tony was playing her body as well as any musician would his instrument, stringing her cries and whimpers into a chorus that began its throbbing crescendo as his fingers sank past her folds deep into her sheath. “Anthony, please!!” The plead was ripped out of her before Loki could stop herself; she was so much more sensitive in this form. Every drag of his skin against her inner walls had her coiling in the chair like a serpent, strangled hisses breathed through her teeth. “I ca-can’t….it’s too much!” She held the armrest tighter with her left hand, though the other pushed against Tony’s chest. She did wonder in the back of her mind whether or not this would ruin her nails, or if the polish was dry now, but she was firmly distracted by such thoughts in a manner of seconds, when the engineer parted the towel’s folds and exposed her cunt to the air. With the angle of the chair Loki couldn’t see herself, but she did see his hand between her legs, two fingers buried in her wetness. It was erotic to the point of tears, and she sobbed openly as he drew the digits out of her. They were positively dripping with her slick. “Stop…Anthony--”

“Is that really what you want?” Tony laid his hand on her leg and pulled back, enough for her to see his smug grin. “I’ll stop, Loki, if you want me to. But I don’t think you do…” hitching his chair closer, he kissed the spot where her thigh curved towards her sopping quim and let his lips linger, hot and firm against her, promising that which made her body sing. Loki couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had somebody’s mouth on her sexually. Certainly it was rare, in this form particularly. “Babe,” Tony’s growl caught her attention anew, and she blinked back her tears with a low moan. “If you really want me to back off, now’s the time to tell me. We’re working with a limited time frame here. I want you completely relaxed and stress free when the masseuse comes back, but I won’t lay hand on you if you tell me no.” His lips shifted towards her center, two fiery brands that promised her screams, gasps, all of which would be her own. “Tell me….”

The kiss to her cunt was the final straw. Loki sank her nails into his shoulder and begged for more in a shattered, husky voice that surprised even her, fern green eyes snapping open and glowing with ecstasy. As promised, she received exactly what she wanted. Tony pushed his tongue inside her and devoured her, the moisture dripping from her skin into his waiting mouth. His talent was unprecedented, and Loki had no choice but to endure every swipe and calculated flick of that skilled muscle as he heartily busied himself with the task at hand, giving her as much pleasure as humanely possible. Damn him, but he did it well. Loki no longer held back her screams and rich moans of delight, finding it pointless. Tony knew she enjoyed this, and his ministrations to her quim only grew more enthusiastic when he heard her noises.

Soon enough though, it became too much. She was over stimulated, and desperate, bucking her hips away from the chair to get any sense of friction. “Anthony….!” Loki curled her fingers in his shirt collar, straining the soft fabric as she loudly keened and pushed against his mouth. He chuckled, spreading her apart with two fingers and lapping at the entire heat of her, steady and firm, his tongue prodding her swollen clit. “N-nhh! Fuck!! Anthony, f-finish me!”

“I love it when you talk dirty.” Watching her writhe, Tony removed his mouth and pressed his fingertip against her clit, applying pressure to the nub as Loki’s cries reached even louder peaks than before, tinged with a raw need. “If you want it babe, all you have to do is ask. You know I only want to make you happy.”

Ask indeed. Tony wanted her to beg. Any other time Loki would have considered using her magic to reverse their roles, show him why you shouldn’t play games with the trickster god. But she did crave release, so much so that her body ached with it, flames of passion making her burn. No…..resisting was futile. Loki could have revenge later, if she so desired. For now, this was more important. A necessity. “I need it. You have to,” drawing her fingers down his cheek, a certain reverence to the act, she moaned something quiet beneath her breath for his ears alone, fluttering her black as sin lashes with a beguiling mewl. “Tony….please. Give me what I want. You’re the only one who can…..”

Judging by his panted “fuck”, that was exactly what he wanted to hear. “You’ve got it. One mind blowing orgasm coming right up.” Which he delivered flawlessly. It only took the smallest twist of his fingers around her clit, Tony’s mouth kissing up and down the damp skin, but it was enough to make Loki stiffen and nearly lurch out of her chair as blinding waves of bliss and darkness crashed over her, numbing her to anything but the sensation of her orgasm overtaking her. She barely even noticed Tony pulling away to watch her. “Goddamn…you’re beautiful--you know that?” He caught her face between his hands and stole her whimpers with a kiss, and she tasted herself on his lips, musky and sweet. “So fucking beautiful…I want you like this again. Fuck, I need it Loki.” Hips canting towards the dewy nest between her thighs, Tony broke the kiss and groaned against her mouth, nipping at the bruised and ruddy flesh.  “We’re doing this again, all of it. Every time I’ve got to go to one of those stupid functions, I’m bringing you here. This is just--”

“Exhilarating?” Loki’s quicksilver voice melted over him, and she shivered in his hold, paying special attention to the gleam in his eyes, the pupils dilated to the point of masking all color. Then there was the bulge in his pants, straining their seams until she thought he might pop free of the fabric. Loki reached for his zipper, intending on giving him the release he had so richly earned, but her hand was caught in one of his own and laid instead on his chest, allowing Loki to feel the race of his heart beneath cotton and the reactor’s glass. “Anthony?” Her brows knit together, questioning. “You are aroused, are you not? I only meant to-”

“I know Loki.” Tony stroked down her arm before spanning his hand across her shoulder blade, leaning her forward so he could kiss her brow, the plush corner of her lips. “I know. But I don’t want you to. This wasn’t about me.” Meeting her surprised look with a grin that she could only define as adoring, he fished one of the pins out of her hair and drew the curler out of its silken nest, allowing the tendril of black to snake over her naked shoulder where he could toy with it, winding it around his index finger. “Don’t look so surprised! I told you that I take pampering seriously. It’s an art, babe. An art you clearly don’t have all that much experience with.” Tony wrapped her hair around his fist and angled her head back, staring at her shrouded eyes, the way her lips were parted and damp with saliva, bruised to a shade reminiscent of red berries. “We’ll work on that. I’m thinking it took take--weeks? Maybe even months. You can’t rush these things.”

“Months,” Loki repeated, a touch dazed. The sheer expense was enough to make the most spoiled of royals titillated, but neither of them would hardly think anything of it. It was more the fact that Tony enjoyed spoiling her so much that he wanted to do this again…and again. All for the sake of pampering her, as he claimed she deserved. Feeling overwhelmed, she drooped against the cushions and followed her lover as he found a clean towel and began mopping at her damp skin, cleaning it of her juices. “As in….months? Anthony, that is a lot of time. Exactly how many charity functions do you plan to attend?”  

“Hm? Oh, I don’t know. Depends on how many Pepper decides are worthy donating to. It could be a few, but I’d guess at least a couple a month. Three tops.” He looked up at her and cocked his head, teasing her with a hint of a grin. “You alright with that Lokes? I mean, you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. It’s like I said. I just appreciate you lending a helping hand.” Tony kissed her cheek, nuzzling the pink patches decorating their apples. “If this is all too much for you, just say the word. There’s no fun in spoiling an unwilling participant.”  

My, but he was manipulative. Or rather, coercive, which Loki could appreciate. It was a talent she understood well, and implemented often enough to suit her own needs. Where her intentions were often less than pure though, Tony’s were…..both spoiled and charitable. How interesting. “You worry too much,” Loki whispered, drawing his lips to hers as he chuckled and met the kiss full force, his hands grasping both of her slender hips. From the corner of her eye Loki saw the door rattle, someone trying to get inside, but she didn’t care. She moaned her appreciation and toyed with his hair, gathering the chocolate strands between her fingers as the door rattled harder, matched by a firm knocking and the sound of someone calling Tony’s name. “I think it’s time for the professionals to take over,” Loki purred. “Though they’ll never be able to live up to such high standards. You do take pampering to extraordinary levels….”

Tony smirked at her, fondling the length of her fingers with their tips of emerald and gold. “What can I say? I’m always happy to surpass expectations.”
Pampering Done Right
I have a thing for Lady Loki here of late….not quite sure why. Either way, it’s Loki, and Loki is always fun to play with. Especially when Tony’s in the picture. ;)

Disclaimer: Marvel is not my property, nor are Tony Stark and Loki. How I wish that they were, but alas……nope.
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My fucking childhood. You guys don't even UNDERSTAND. I wasn't one of those kids who was hooked on the original SM anime. My fix was the manga, in all its lush beauty and gloriousness. I absolutely fell in love with it (I liked the anime well enough), and NOW. FUCKING NOW. We have a new, totally beautiful anime that is following the manga more closely, and giving us characters we know and adore, but PROPERLY. 

I could fucking cry. 

That episode was just pure beauty. 


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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!
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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.
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Highway3 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! 
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Thank you!
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your welcome :D 
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Have a great birthday!
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