A/N: After falling in love with the scene between Tony and Loki, I came up with this. Enjoy!

I don't own The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head.

"I have an army."

"We have a Hulk," Tony threw back within seconds, confidently striding towards the mad god in his lounge. It was a facade, but who better to put one up in front of than the master of facades himself?

"I thought the beast had wandered off?" Was that a smirk on Loki's face? His tone bringing about a little smugness?

"Yeah, you're missing the point. There's no throne, there's no version of this where you come out on top." Tony could actually think of a few versions, but they didn't involve an invasion and some fighting. Why was he picturing that? "Maybe your army comes, and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you." Did Loki look a little agitated now? "Because if we can't protect the earth, you can be damn well sure we'll avenge it." Yeah, he needed that drink now.

Loki was staring intently at Tony, and he must have been imaging the glimmer of pure want in his eyes. "How will your friends have time for me, when they're so busy fighting you?" He saw the scepter come up, heard the whine of power, or magic, or whatever this guy had, and for a second was actually worried about what might happen.

Ting.

He flinched a little then looked down. Again, the tip of Loki's scepter hit his arc reactor and Tony had never loved the thing so much in his life like he did at this moment. The little power reactor in his chest was not only saving his life, but saving his mind apparently. Although, would he really hate it so much following Loki around? What the hell?

"This usually works." And Loki is looking about as confused as he feels.

"Oh, performance issues," and Tony makes a face, because even in Loki's presence he don't think he'd have that problem. Quite the opposite. "Not really uncommon." And Loki's grabbing his neck before he can get the next sentence out, and throwing him to the ground. And damn if that wasn't going to leave a bruise.

"JARVIS, anytime now." Yeah, now would be the time to remember that he is indeed Iron Man. And again, Loki is grabbing him, his jaw this time.

He can feel the breathing on his ear as Loki gets close, personally close. "You'll all fall before me." And he can't help but take it a little personal as he sides glances the god, seeing that desire in his eyes again. His eyes widen a little when he feels Loki's lips graze the side of his own. He wasn't imagining it. Dear God. He didn't hate it. And then the sociopath is back and lifting him up.

"Deploy." He's really hoping JARVIS gets it. "Deploy!" And then he's flying through the air, through the glass, and yeah that hurt, hoping his suit would get to him before he got to the ground.

Of course now Loki's taking up space in his mind in a completely different way. Damn.