Hello! Thank you for all the awesome reviews and messages. This chapter gave me some trouble and I hope I did it justice. I had a blast writing it. I do go on a week long vacation at the end of the week, so hopefully I'll be getting some ideas. Maybe even a beach scene!

I'd absolutely love it if someone drew some sort of art work for this because I think it'd be adorable. Then again that could just be me being biased XD!

As usual do not own, though I did buy one of those mini Hawkeye figures.

Voices, seriously voices. Outside of the door and belonging to two of the most bothersome persons Loki has ever known. He knew Stark had an amazing ability too dig under his skin and Thor. Was just Thor.

He felt Natasha stiffen in his arms. Her body coiled. Sadly not coiled in the way he wanted. Loki decided to muffle any chance she had in responding by crushing his mouth back onto hers, licking his way into her mouth, he muffled the moan he crushed out of her.

The last thing he expected was her too crack her forehead into his and throw a hand around his throat.

Sliding up her body off his, Natasha took a deep breath. "Be there in a minute." she called out. Still with a tight grip she moved and breather into his ear," One sound, movement or a hint about you being here and you'll regret leaving whatever punishment you were in behind."

Loki smiled at her and blinked. His body shifting into an appearance of a man with bronze tinted hair and a russet goatee. His skin turning golden.

She walked to the door and opened it to see Tony coaching Thor on the way to eat a chaco taco.

"The big brute wanted to come say hi. I think he missed us!" Stark babbled.

Thor only smiled as he shoved more frozen ice cream into his face. A muffled greeting trying to be a coherent sentence.

She smiled as the blond behemoth attempted to make himself presentable. Which promptly turned into a grimace when she heard Tony yell, " And who the hell might you be?"

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head when she heard a perfect American accent declare, "I'm Tasha's neighbor, Hal. Air conditioner broke. I was trying to convince her we need to find a pool."

She spun around in time to witness 'Hal' shaking Tony's hand in a death grip. His eyes crinkled in the corners and the most boyish charming grin upon a sun kissed face.

It was official Natasha Romanov was suffering from heat stroke. Possibly god of chaos and mischief stroke. What were the symptoms? Could she web MD this? Christ, what was Clint going to say?

Stark struggled to wrestle his arm from the 'distressed neighbor'; "Wow that sucks, um ok let go. You can let go now. Tasha make you're 'I just casually walked out GQ's summer issue' friend let go!"

Thor was no help. He just stood there dressed in some unholy outfit Iron Man assumed looked alright. He was seriously dressed in a v-neck shirt with plaid cutoff. His hair slicked back in a ponytail.

'Hal' turned and looked at the wrapper in Thor's hand. "Those are good but I prefer blue slushies better man."

The god of thunder squinted his eyes and stared his not brother down. "Son of Stark," he boomed."What are 'slushies'?"

The man in question yelled back from her kitchen."Wonderful cold drinks of perfection. Tash, since the blond wonder is here to visit Jane and Fury won't let him know where she is for blah blah blah reasons, we decided to bother you. You seemed so lonely this morning."

Elegantly long fingers wrapped around one of her wrist as a lithe arm circled her waist. "Except maybe you weren't so lonely as distracted. My my what will darling Clint say? Nice name kid. Shakespeare? You're parents must have been the most boring people. Or smoked a lot of pot and watched 2001 way to much." Stark was word vomiting in her kitchen now. "

"You made a pitcher of lemonade and didn't invite us! Instead you have a cabana boy." Stark's mad scientist gaze peering at her, trapped in a very compromising position with her 'neighbor'. "Did you empty a whole bottle of vodka in this thing?"

That's when her foot connected with a very solid shin and she heard a muttered explicit as those distracting arms dropped."You spiked my lemonade." that stupid (adorable dear God it was making her burn) grin greeted her.

He just gracefully shrugged his shoulder and did a spin around her.

Tony whistled, "Boy you have some moves. What do you do here? Broadway? Yoga instructor? Male stripper?"

"Lady Romanov, what does one do as a male stripper? No one here has worn any armor so I do not see how one can strip mail." Thor pondered. "I must ask Darcy if she knows of this."

By this time her first surprise guest had reclaimed his drink and almost spit it out on her very nicely polished wooden floor. Stark nearly joined him in a choking fit. "Yes Thor, ask her. Just make sure she doesn't make you go on a field trip."

Natasha closed her eyes and actually prayed. Too Odin, she was praying to a Norse god to come pick up both his sons. Before one made her die of second hand embrassement and the other made her explode in a burst of nervous twitchy sexual frustration.

She just admitted that fact to herself. She wanted Loki: he who tried to take over Earth, had a body count and played better mind games than officials involved in espionage they're whole lives. Barton was right on the target, after she told him about her dreams. He was the closest thing she had to family. She couldn't hide things like this from him (stupid man who knew how sniff out her girlie emotions.) he told her to go for it. That when he was under the control of Loki in turn the Tessarat, he remembered how lost he felt. How defeated, beaten, lost and warped. It wasn't so much he was crazier than a box of cats but completely betrayed by his own inner turmoil at not being good enough for his family, people or even himself. Clint pointed out that maybe they weren't so different.

Now here she was having an epiphany in the middle of a heat wave while two demi gods and a billionaire made nice in her apartment. Tasha was thankful Loki dumped a bottle of fabulous vodka in the pitcher she made.

"No, I'm actually in between jobs. The whole fiasco last month, ah wiped out my chances in the field I was working in." 'Hal' finally answered. Stark made a non committal noise that translated to 'I'm a curious bastard. Tell me more now.'

"I'm an archaeologist/ anthropology student. That whole gristly affair in Germany was part of my dissertation. Years of research..." He actually managed to look wistfully at nothing. Silver tongue indeed.

Blondie bear named Thor focused in on him. Tilting his head, he leveled his gaze on 'Hal'. Stepping a closer towards the lithe man he whispered, "Brother I know it's boring back home but father will be displeased. I can distract him for only so long." Loki's eyes flickered back to they're cool green. "It's alright, you deserve happiness. Now suggest where I can convince Son of Stark to get me a slushie."

Loki grinned at Thor, she could almost glimpse at what they were like as children. How many times the both of them could have lead each other into trouble.

"Tony! Thor wants a slushie! And well, I can't really leave right now but thanks for the invite! I'll text pepper and tell her to met you. Jane's flight should be landing and I know Pep would love to show her Stark tour." See Loki, she could spin words just as well. After all her lively hood (she talked down a Hulk after all, he went smash. Tasha saw the imprint in the concrete. Tony wanted to save it like Han Soli in carbonite) depended on her linguistic abilities. Though the threat of Pepper Potts worked ten times out ten.

Tony sniffed and glared at all three of them. Natasha twirled her hair around a finger and hopped a little in place offering a shy smile, 'Hal' placed a hand on the small of her back and grinned boyishly at the floor while Thor turned puppy dog eyes on Stark.

Iron Man gaped back, "I miss Lady Jane." His head bowed and shuffling his feet, Thor pouted. Stark was propelling him to the door. Apparently the combo of miserable lovesick gods of thunder and a force of power named Pepper was enough to light a fire under Tony Stark's ass. Pepper probably threatened previously to let Thor smack Tony with Mjolnar without the protection of his suit.

"Pepper will call you later, Natasha. Maybe all of us could triple date. I know a great little Turkish place."

She shut the door behind them, effectively blocking out Tony's babbling. Turning she saw her phone in Loki's hand as he rapidly typed a message to Miss Potts.

"How did Thor know it was you?" Loki laughed, "I used to pester him when I was learning magic. He can easily distinguish when I change simple things about my appearance. Small modification that make you think you've seen a person before. It was a trick he and his friends employed of me when we went 'adventuring'."

His appearance fading back to his normal appearance. "I like the curls." His eyes locked on hers. One eyebrow lifted. "It's a good look," she shrugged.

He threw her phone down on the counter. "I believe we were quite occupied before our little interruption," he purred out.

His hands, such beautiful things that they were. So deadly and capable of such unimaginable things; reached up and stroked down her face. Cool breath ghosted on her ear. Soft nips travelled from her earlobe to her collarbone as her head tilted back.

Natasha's head swam. Her body sang as his silver tongue lapped a path to the top of her sundress. Her hands grasping onto his shoulders. The corded muscle flexing underneath her touch. Through the haze one question still burned, she managed to stutter it out. "Why me?" was gasped out.

Loki pulled back, studied her through half lidded eyes. "Because, you're ledger is just like mine. You hope to start a clean new one. So do I."

Her hand cupped his face, he turned a pressed a kiss into her palm. His faze holding onto hers, begging. She nodded, "We have time." He sighed and that delightful smile appeared again. Tasha felt something in her crack, break and repair itself.

"Here I thought words would never fail you." Loki's peal of laughter made her tighten her core. If she thought whispered words and the rough husk of his drawl alone could make her gasp and pant alone in the middle of the night then his laugh would officially make her crawl on her hands and knees to him.

He walked them through to her bedroom. Stepping away he casually peeled his clothing from his body. Revealing bit by bit his toned appearance. He had no shame standing in front of her without a single article on. Her gaze swept him from head to toe.

Her cheeks flushing as she traced the curve of his throat and travelled down to his stomach. His abdomen quivered as she stroked across the defined muscles. Her hand traveling lower, stroking down his thigh as she lowered herself. Peering upwards she licked up a line of sweat that trickled down his hip. Mapping out a path, she moved upwards. Biting and lapping till she reached the curve of his shoulder; she grained a handful of his dark hair and pulled him down so she could devour his mouth.

He groaned and picked her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Natasha three her head back as he tore her dress from her. steading herself she flipped them so they landed on her bed. His hands (dear god how she daydreamed about those fingers dipping and teasing,) deftly removed the rest of her clothing. They were better than in her dreams, cupping her curves while his mouth tasted. His legs shifting as he pulled them upwards so she sat with her legs wrapped around him. Her own mouth couldn't stop trying consume as much as his did.

Loki pressed himself as close as he could to her. Her soft cries filing his ears, her scent foreign and still familiar. The heat of her skin warming him while her small hand scratched at his back, trying to get him to move. To stop holding out and to move against her, within her. His body tense as he lifted her up and buried himself. Her back arching as she moaned out his name, pulling his face up to hers as her eyes widened. Her lips parted as her hands moved across him. Always touching and pulling at him. She was trying to consume as much as he was her. Her hands running and pulling his hair, twisting it and feeling it curl from the sweat that clung to both of them.

Groaning her name, he some how managed to lay her down and shift one leg up to his shoulder and wrap the other around his waist. She moved so fluidly with him. Not fighting but keeping those hypnotic eyes locked on his. She may have let him position her how he wanted but he could tell she knew exactly how much he was under her control. Though she was quickly losing it.

Natasha could feel his body taking a less rhythmic pattern. His hand clenching on her leg and thigh. Her own dragging down his arms. Marking maps to be memorized for later journeys. Her back arched as she cried out. One of his arms moving to wrap around her and pull flush against him as he bit down on part between her neck and shoulder, triggering a release that had her shouting his name in an endless prayer. His body convulsed as he lost all control.

They both managed to be lulled to sleep by mummers and soft press of lips. They're limbs entwined while sweat cooled.

Loki trailed a hand through her red curls. The heat wave that still held sway over the city wasn't going to break anytime soon. He was sure he could convince Odin that he should stay on Midgard as part of his rehabilitation. Help rebuild and have Thor keep an eye on his wayward brother. The biggest test would be Stark. At one point Tasha decided she needed a drink and happened to check her phone. Tony had setup the dreaded dinner and he found that even former assassins did not refuse Pepper Potts.