Something lately drives me crazy
Has to do with how you make me
Struggle to get your attention
Calling you brings apprehension
Texts from you and sex from you
Are things that are not so uncommon
Flirt with you you're all about it
Tell me why I feel unwanted?

-Simon Curtis "Super Psycho Love"

Normality is a dull and subjective word that holds more annoyance than security for the currently "semi" drunken and stumbling Tony Stark making his way down the street of an abandoned alleyway.

'As always, it has to be me.' He seethed, gripping the remaining bottle of Jack Daniel's that he had salvaged from the bar he has "smashed" before "exiting" the ritzy black tie event for another billionaire socialite's daughter's birthday. He simply stated to the girl that she had no figure to her that he would even be interested in touching, not to mention he'd worked with her dad before and disliked him if not the same amount but more. He also figured she was attempting to sleep with him on behalf of the bastard to try and make leeway for the passage of a business strategy to sell mechanized action figures of his Iron Man suit. What had resulted was a sharp heel to his shin and two bodyguards who one, not only allowed the girl to get away with ruining his new half a million dollar designer suit; which was a gift from Pepper after she had accidentally turned his favorite Shark-Robot shirt pink in the wash, but also decided it would be a good idea to bodily grab him in front of the prissy Captain America and overly muscle-headed Thor. Both had also been kindly invited to the event as a show of thanks.

One of the bodyguards was hurled a good fifty feet in the air when Thor, none too gently, tore the guard's arm off of Tony but also gave him a hearty punt to the chest with his fist. Captain hard ass upon seeing this quickly dove to catch the falling man all the while shouting at Thor to calm down and not throw the other man through a window. Thor decided to listen a bit too late as other guard took his chance and aimed a swing at the thunder god, forgetting his other arm was still firmly gripped on Tony's upper arm resulting in Tony being the collateral damage to go flying into the liquor shelves above the bar, shattering the crystalline structure. The fight that ensued was one of, "godly" proportions. Tony inwardly chuckled to himself at the clever pun his half coherent brain was able to make. Yensen did tell him he was able to give a comprehendible lecture of robot mechanics when he was wasted so hell, puns should be easy.

'Yensen…' Tony quickly shook his heads to clear his thoughts as the cave, the blood, the gasping dying breathes of the man that turned his entire world and soul inside out began to consume his remaining consciousness, pulling him closer and closer to the darkness of his nightmares. Right then, a loud pounding beat echoed through those moldy and definitely unsanitary brick walls bouncing off of his arc reactor as his heart thrummed to the vibration of the metal. Looking ahead, a small crack was open to what looked like an abandoned apartment complex, double door left a crack open with neon lights and flashing bulbs streaming light through into the darkness of the night outside.

Gingerly slipping inside, the sight that beheld him was enough to steal his breath away. Of all the sights he expected to see and did see, a pair of tight black leather pants hugging tightly against long, pale muscular thighs leading to a creamy pale midriff of solidly formed abs and a half body long sleeved green shirt that was V cut to expose to the world a lusciously pale, elegant, creamy neck circled with a simple strip of leather was something that nearly took his breath away, causing his fingers to slip from the bottle in his hand and he winced when he heard it crash to the floor. With the music blaring, no one else heard it but that one elegant creature snapped his attention to him and gleaming emerald eyes hooked him with a stare that he felt bore a hole through his h—arc reactor, melting his brain and legs into a pile of goo.

He did not expect the erethreal creature that was swaying to the music a moment before to be the one and only Loki Laufeyson.

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Of all the things he could have been this night…the god of Mischief, Fire, and Destruction found that he was in fact, lonely and of all the things to add on top of that…he was bored. The last fight had resulted in him crawling back to his apartment, armor haphazardly strewn everywhere, lowering himself gingerly into a nice hot tub of bubble bath water and trying not to think about the fact that every part of him ached and will be aching for the next week. That damn Hulk seemed to have taken a liking to using him as his own personal pissed off, regenerating Bo-Bo doll. The bruises on his chest and legs were enough testaments to that not to mention his head had a fracture the size of what felt like the California Fault line and a concussion to match.

Staring out into the night sky above the city that still had yet to be crushed by his many attempted, he found himself longing to be amongst the lowly creatures that he so despised so that he may enjoy a quite night after his injuries, due to his magic healed much faster than a usual person, have become bearable.

"Yo man, there's a rave going on at the old Layson's Apartment complex tonight." came a shout from downstairs. Loki's ears perked up. From what he had acquired about human culture, a rave was a secret underground party full of drugs, alcohol, and hopeless adolescent human creatures who behave like dogs in heat, grinding against one another or making out and fucking in the bathrooms. Sighing, Loki turned from the window and ran long, slender fingers through his soft locks of black hair. What did he have to lose? Tracking the humans in the darkness, he found the pounding music slightly irritating to the pounding inside his skull and ringing in his ears, but it was bearable as the crowd pumped and wound to the hard beats and fast pace of the music.

"Obviously body armor is a bit auspicious for this occasion." Green eyes rolled as Loki snorted and observed the attire of those present. Quickly choosing his outfit, he took a quick glance around before deciding that he should accessorize something of his old outfit. The leather clasps came undone quite a bit easier than he had been expected and he quickly molded it to fit as a small ring around his neck. Satisfied, he walked in, ignoring the stares of the bulging, drug addled eyes of the girls, and the catcalls that came from the equally stoned and drunken men. The base of the music kicked into a hard pounding rhythm that reminded him somewhat of the drums from Asgard. Slipping his eyes to closed, he ran both his hands into his hair, and began to feel the rhythm take over his body, moving his hips in a slow, steady sway and chest in a consistent pound. He knew he was the center of the dance floor as his graceful limbs wound to the floor and back up, never missing a beat, hair becoming slicked with sweat as his feet moved back and forth, body grinding into the air, head thrown back as his arms cascaded down this body only to throw themselves back up as he ground his body back, dipping down, making sure to lick his lips as he came up. Two groups in the back were placing bids on who could take him home. Both will be guaranteed a loss. A girl was bold enough to bump chests with him for a while before he clearly outmatched her, silicone breasts and all when it came to being able to seduce even the rhythm itself. Everything was going the way he had planned as his boredom began to fade and the loneliness factor that had gnawed at him since leaving Asgard crawled back into the darkest recesses of his mind where he hoped it would remain. This was until the one person that the universe should have guaranteed and by the gods, he was a god, he should have guaranteed, would never show up to such a dirty, seedy establishment as this one, stood in the doorway, gaping at him like a fish out of water.

He had felt a new presence enter the doorway but chose to ignore it as just another raver who was arriving a little late to the party and was clearly, drunk beyond the normal level of drunk. It wasn't until he heard the painful shattering of glass against the smooth rhythm of the music that he snapped his eyes open and directed his attention to the newcomer standing at the door. His eyes widened a fraction when they came to settle on the one and only Tony Stark, arc reactor glowing faintly beneath a wine stained suit, and brown eyes widening by the second and wait a minute is that drool?

Others had picked up on the new comer as well and green eyes snapped to the back were he noticed the two groups whom had been originally bidding on who was to be his assailant, were approaching Tony Stark with hungry, feral eyes. Alarm bells went off in Loki's head and suddenly his body moved of its own accord, still swaying seductively to the music, he did the only thing comprehensible to do in a situation of this sort. Long lean fingers wrapped themselves gingerly in an iron tight grip around the billionaire's tie and pulled so that their bodies and his still grinding hips melded, leaving a wicked grin on his face at the small resulting gasp from the lips of the Man of Iron as Thor addresses him.

"Loki-," He watched with cold calculating eyes as the billionaire stuttered his name, holding back a moan when a particular beat sent his hips gyrating directly into Stark's crotch at an angle he knew was more than enticing.

"You can either come to the floor and keep me company Stark, or I can let two groups of ravenous stoned men have their way with you." Loki smirked when he saw a shudder run through the drunk man's body but the small nod was all he needed as he pulled the smaller man to the center of the floor, spinning him to be behind him as he rocked his hips into the man's pelvis before dipping low and winding his chest up, throwing his head back and giving Tony Stark a more than uncomfortable view of the God's flawless flesh.

The beats ground out fast, brutal and harsh and Loki kept his body and movements in check. To his dismay, he did have to say Stark was holding his own and keeping up quite decently. Twirling around to grind chests with the billionaire, he felt himself gasp as the cold of the reactor reached his sweat coated flesh through his thin shirt when a strong arm wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him flush against the mortal's well-toned…wait he did not just say that. CRAP LOKI THINK! But all thoughts of argument bled out of his mind when Stark drew one leg between his two and pressed it firmly between his before grinding his entire body into Loki's, pressing him against the wall that neither had noticed had approached them. Green and brown eyes locked as the pressure wrenched a wanton moan from the God of Mischief and he knew that boredom was not to be a worry till at least the morning after.

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Tony woke with a pounding headache, dry mouth, a very present urge to vomit and a world that seemed to be on a top that went upside down. Conclusion, a very bad hangover. Solution: a nice roast of the darkest coffee he could find and a good book on quantum physics he can throw at Dummy if the robot adds the Almond Milk chocolate creamer that usually belongs in Pepper's coffee into his. Rolling to his side, he realized his bed was a few degrees colder than it should have been, or usually would have been even when that side was empty. Forcing his achy eyes open, he croaked out an order.

"JARVIS," he winced as his own voice grated against his eardrums, "did my bed heater or room temperature control break."

"Good morning sir. Your temperature is perfectly normal and all programs are up and functional. The chill may be due to your visitor as my analysis suggests his body temperature is that of below average levels."

"Oh…okay." Brown eyes snapped open and his body shot up and out, much to the discomfort of the rest of his current state as he had to shut his eyes tight and bite back bile over and over so not the piss Pepper off again by soiling is sheets with vomit. After the world had once again placed itself in the place of a 42-degree tilt to his poor mind, he slowly looked over to his side.

Throaty moans, pale hands, the rough trusts into the warmth of the lithe arching body beneath his. Cold lips biting, kissing, sucking his neck, a silver tongue working him to the point where if he was asked what one and one was, he would have said fuck, over and over and over until the sheets may have been torn infinitely.

Tony Stark's eyes looked over in horror as the images forced a blush up his neck and onto his face and a tighter grip on the sheet as he focused on the view of the lanky, well built god's pale skin as he lay with his hair mused and face half buried in one of his white pillows, sheet covering only his ass, leaving the rippling muscles of his back exposed with every breath the guest took. Bleary green eyes blinked open and locked with his. Tony Stark just slept with Loki. Surprisingly, his first worry was not if he was to be castrated when the god regained his full functioning ability but rather, a vivid image of being beaten into a blood heap of jam by said god's older brother's hammer. So he did the only thing he knew how to do.

"Good morning sunshine." He said, plastering his usually egotistical smirk onto his face, wincing as his own voice set off another one of his headaches. He bit back a smirk when he realized the god must have been as out of it as he was, maybe a little high because all Loki did was grunt and roll his body onto his side, curling into himself with his back away from the inventor, sigh, and seem to fall asleep again. Tony almost thought he had gotten away with it until that same god shot off the bed with a snarl and suddenly he was dangling by this throat while a pair of unglazed and burning green eyes bore into his.

"You think me a fool Stark? What is this?" Loki snarled and Tony moaned in agony as his hangover flared.

"So much for sunshine." That earned him another snarl and he decided to protect what little was left of his grip on the world without a disaster and say again, "could you let us at least put some clothes on?"

At this, Loki paused, green eyes tilting as he cocked his head to the side in a brief moment of confusion before looking down and seeing just what his predicament was. He could feel the hot burn of a blush blazing up his cheeks and Tony Stark knew for the remainder of his life that he would never forget the day that he saw Loki blushing like a virgin school girl.

In a flash, he felt the tight constraints of his boxers, pants and belt back on his legs, irritating his legs hairs to the point of nearly making him giggle, and Loki in the same black leather pants of last night. Tony made sure to keep in mind that the god had not in fact been wearing underwear last night and therefore was not wearing any underwear as of right now.

"Can you teach me that because that would make some of my company leave faster and also give me more time to enjoy them before I kick them out each morning."

Loki dropped his hand from Tony's throat, dumping him in an ungraceful heap on the tangles sheets of last night and rolled his shoulders back, popping his neck from side to side. When green eyes opened again, they found brown staring down the milky expanse of his chest and wait a minute—is that drool…AGAIN?

"May I inquire as to just what it is that you are currently gawping like a dying fish at?" Loki snapped, turning his blazing eyes to full force and pinning the smaller man with a death glare. Said man simply blinked before nearly knocking Loki over with a desperate jolt as he lurched his body out of the bed and tumbled into an adjoining room. Behind the slamming of the door, Loki raised an eyebrow at the retching noises. When everything went quite, the god of chaos picked his way across the too white bedroom and gingerly tapped the door open.

"Well this is quite the disgraceful state that I have only caught one other in on the night of a coming of age party." Loki huffed at the figure hunched over the toilet; dry heaving to the point where Loki was tempted to yank the man's head back to keep him from drowning himself in the toilet bowl. The human was still baring his torso and Loki couldn't help by rake his eyes over the rippling back muscles, well defined but more bulky then his tightly wound lean ones. He found himself instinctively placing a hand gently on that back and rubbing in smooth circles. That earned him an appreciative groan and he felt himself losing a tiny grin.

"So much for sunshine." He felt himself taunt the other and through the muscles, he felt the ripple of a small chuckle."

"May I inquire as to just what it is that you are currently gawping like a dying fish at?" Tony sniped before another dry heave sent him tumbling back into the toilet bowl. Next time, he was going to have a cheeseburger before a party rather than that tuna con whatever it was that Pepper said was good for him. It sure as hell didn't taste very good coming up in the morning.

Both men sat there in silence until finally, Tony felt the world fully right itself and Jarvis handed down a towel, causing him to choke down a snort when Loki darted back quickly as a mechanical arm descended with a towel and shot the thing a glare that should have had laser beams coming out of his eyes.

"So…," Tony began slowly. "Do I know have the right to brag?"

"About what you baboon minded buffoon?" Loki snapped. That more of less slapped Tony a little in the face because he knew and has calculated before that his IQ was much higher than that of a primordial ape's.

"That I'm so delectable that not even the gods can resist me?"

Loki's dead panned face was more than enough of an answer for him.

"Do not speak of such a matter ever again."

"Really because the way you were moaning my name last night makes me think you like to talk even with your mouthful." Tony had to let loose a howl of laughter as the red returned to Loki's face in the form of a blush as well as the vein pulsing with rage.

The God of Mischief drew himself to his full height and bent over the other man, eyes glowing with malice and menace.

"This never happened. You are an insignificant spark to this world. Why else is it that the only attention you can ever harness are from those that you have built?"

Tony gulped and felt the sting of that blow, albeit low for the both of them, at full force. Loki turned without a word, shirt appearing in hand and vanished in a cloud of smoke leaving Tony feeling as if the room had gotten a few degrees too warm for his comfort while the floor and tub were a few degrees too cold.

When Steve rang, he waved Jarvis to let the call through, washed up to make himself look as the usual him and showed up to the meeting a fashionable hour late.

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Loki dropped the entire outfit into his own person jar of magic weld flames and dunked himself in a tub of ice water, scrubbing his skin till it bled and wishing he could do the same to his brain. The image of the arc reactor glowing and lighting up one of his mortal enemy's face sent hot tingles down his spine and nearly drew a moan from his lips.