My first Avengers fic. For Ellie, because, well, you know why.

Sophie, I cannot stress this enough: Please do not read this. I know you're a very curious person, but please. Please. Please do not read this. PLEASE. I am begging you, on my knees, please don't read it.

Chapter 1- Drunk and Disorderly

Loki awoke with a jolt, as if his mind had forcibly dragged him to consciousness with a spark of lightning.

He blinked rapidly, trying to gain some awareness, whilst also trying to eradicate the thumping in his head.

How much did I drink last night?

A better question, he thought, would be why he was drinking last night in the first place. It was still too early to be using his brain, and he was still in a state of befuddlement.

Ok, Loki, gather your bearings. Where are you?

He focussed his eyes, and realised he was in a bed. His face was pressed into a white cotton pillowcase, and a soft duvet was pulled around him. The room was quite stark, white and functional, but also finely decorated with stylish furniture. Loki blearily glanced upwards, and saw, directly in front of him, a bedside table with a digital clock on it, next to a copy of this week's Flight magazine and yesterday's newspaper. The clock said that it was ten minutes past seven in the morning.

Oh fabulous, Loki thought to himself with a mental groan. I'm in a foreign bedroom, and I have no idea where I am.

For a sickening moment he thought that perhaps he was in the upgraded version of a SHIELD holding cell, and panicked, terrified for a moment that SHIELD had caught him in a state of inebriation.

But no, Loki thought, realisation flooding him. He was naked under the duvet, and a hot flush crept up his neck, which then amplified tenfold when the events of last night bombarded him with the strength of a thousand horses.

"Oh no," Loki groaned aloud, burying his face in the pillow once more, and trying not to burst into tears.

The body, that wretched body that he hadn't realised was there until now, shifted from behind him on the bed, and Tony Stark woke up.

"Hello princess," came a groggy good morning. "Sleep well?"

"Go die a hundred terrible deaths," Loki moaned into the pillow, and visibly flinched when a hot hand touched his bare shoulder.

"Huh," Tony sat up, but Loki still did not turn to him. "Not a nice way to treat someone after a night of-"

"Don't say it!" Loki suddenly hissed, sitting up abruptly, and whirling round to point a long finger in Stark's face. "I want you to forget that last night ever happened!"

Tony's eyes widened and he pulled a faux-hurt expression. "All right, princess! No need to get your panties in a twist!"

Loki glared at him and grit his teeth.

"Of course, if you're going to be all bitchy with me, I suppose I ought to raise the alarm," Tony said, feigning a bored voice, but his eyes were glinting. "Jarvis?"

"Yes sir?"

Loki flinched again as the detached ceiling-voice spoke up.

"Go call Thor for me, will you?" Tony pretended to inspect his nails. "Tell him I'm being attacked by his crazy, horny little brother."

"Stark, I will vaporise you," Loki hissed, bunching the duvet around his chest.

"Hey, hey," Tony grinned. "Jarvis knows when I'm joking, don't you Jarvis?"

"Of course, sir," was the response.

Loki glared even harder, willing Tony Stark to simply combust where he sat, with that infuriating smug expression on his face. He hoiked the duvet even farther up his body, disliking how naked his shoulders felt.

Tony noticed this. "Aaw, don't tell me you're getting modest on me!" he grinned. "You've got nothing to hide from me anymore, Lo-Lo. I've seen it aaaaall," he smirked lasciviously.

"Your inexplicable leering is repulsive," Loki spat. "I am leaving. Now."

"Inexplicable?" Tony frowned momentarily. "Why is it inexplicable?"

He got no response, for Loki was hastily attempting to untangle himself from all of Tony's sheets and blankets, whilst still trying to keep himself covered up.

"Leaving so soon?" Tony smirked, lying back with his hands behind his head, gazing at Loki, who was magicking himself a pair of trousers and a shirt.

"Last night never happened," Loki repeated, and Tony found his pink ears highly endearing. "I was drunk, and you were there, that is it. I made a mistake. Forget it ever happened."

"Really? Because I remember it quite vividly," he remarked, still smiling. "Who knew a bit of drink would open you up like that? Quite literally!" he snorted, and Loki seemed to emit some sort of aggravated hissing noise as he buttoned up his shirt with a level of ferocity rarely seen by Tony's night time conquests.

"I hope you burn in a pool of acid," Loki snapped, waving his hands and a pair of new shoes materialised in the air.

"That is really rather cool," Tony sat up and leant over. "Do you ever do laundry? Could you magic me a new wardrobe? Shopping is such a bore."

Loki flexed his hands, as if wishing to wrap his fingers around Tony's throat, but instead harrumphed loudly, and slipped his feet into the new shoes. He stomped over to the window, and was about to teleport away, when Tony said,

"I honestly had fun, just so you know. Thanks for not, y'know, killing me afterwards, or whatever."

Loki glanced back to see Tony reclining again on the bed, and appraising Loki with a sincere expression.

"I suspect we'll see each other soon. When I whoop your ass in our next battle," he smiled toothily, relishing the look of hatred that rippled over Loki's features. "We should do this again some time!"

"I hope hounds gorge on your flesh," was Loki's response.

"You're welcome for the best night of your life!" Tony called back, chuckling as Loki vanished with not so much as a pop.

He giggled to himself, and shuffled further into the bed covers. Wow.

No, really, wow.

He had assumed, under all those layers of leather and metal, Loki would be like those other skinny British boys he'd fucked. But Loki was Asgardian. Okay, maybe not Asgardian, but the details didn't matter. He was a god, and that did matter, very much so, because when Loki had magicked his clothes away, lips tightly sealed over the skin of Tony's neck, the last thing Tony had been expecting was raw, sinewy muscle and immense strength. He had been all hard angles and tough flesh, and Tony swore he had never seen such a perfect specimen as the one that had been undulating across his lap.

How they'd got the position where Loki was grinding into his crotch like a stripper was a different matter entirely...

Tony hadn't been feeling too great- he'd been thinking about his father, and that never boded well for his mood, so, as he usually did when he was upset, he went and started tinkering with stuff down in his workshop.

It wasn't until Jarvis had belatedly warned him, did he notice that Loki himself, their number one most wanted bad buy, was perched on the edge of a workbench on the opposite side of the room, looking at him curiously.

"Ah, fuck," Tony said, straightening up, and brandishing his spanner. "What the fuck are you doing here, you creeper?"

Loki had simply stared at him, before shrugging nonchalantly. "Nothing," was the innocent reply. He hopped off the workbench, and sauntered over to Tony.

"Nothing, my ass!" Tony raised the spanner higher, knowing it would be no good in a fight against a god, but it might buy him some time to escape, alert the others, and get into his suit.

"Don't you ever get bored, Stark?" Loki had asked, somewhat playfully.

"All the time," Tony replied, "especially by your crazy bullshit."

"Well, I'm bored," Loki spoke. "And here I am, trying not to be bored. Because you're very not boring."

"Well thanks, sunshine," Tony said. "Good to know. So whilst you're here, being not bored, just don't mind me as I go and raise the alarm." Tony shuffled over to the wall where there was a red button with a plastic case over it. If he pressed it, the fire alarm should go off.

Loki waved a hand, and oil appeared on the floor, making Tony fall flat on his back with an "Oof!"

Loki giggled. Actually giggled, and Tony wondered if that was what Thor had had to put up with during his childhood.

"Ah, Stark! So amusing!" he chuckled. "I could play with you all day!"

"Go annoy someone else, you freak," Tony grumbled, standing up and rubbing his posterior. "If I can't even fight you, what's the point in you being here?"

Loki's expression fell, and suddenly he looked very glum. Tony considered him curiously. Loki looked tired, and his playful exterior seemed to be concealing a storm in his eyes, which was slowly emerging out onto his pale features.

"And if I just wanted someone to talk to?" Loki asked quietly.

"We're talking, aren't we?" Tony said begrudgingly. "You know, there are people you can pay to talk to for hours. They're called shrinks, and I really think you could do with one."

Loki glared. "I am a-"

"A god, yes, yes, I know," Tony interrupted. "No need to keep telling everyone. I'm going back upstairs. Feel free to join me for a drink if you want. Apparently I've got nothing better to do than to entertain bored deities."

He turned to leave, and when he looked back to switch off the lights, Loki had gone.

He didn't know if he was pleased or regretful about this, as he usually enjoyed chatting with Loki, even if he pretended not to. There was something satisfying about their verbal banter. Of course, he preferred it when he had his suit within reach.

He went up to the roof of the mansion, noticing how everything was still and quiet- for once, all the Avengers were away, or asleep. There were no disturbances, no aggravation, or conflicts. Peace. It was unnerving.

Up on the roof, he went over to the bar that he'd installed there, and poured himself a scotch, before going to sit on one of the benches. The moon was crescent shaped and covered in clouds, barely contributing to the illumination of Manhattan. He sat and sipped in silence, until he was aware of a dark presence behind him.

"Hello again," he said coolly, but he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.

"What are you doing?"

"Me? Nothing," Tony parried back the same words that had been spoken to him down in his workshop. Loki came over and sat next to him on the bench. Together they sat in silence, overlooking the city.

"I don't see why you constantly want to blow it up," Tony said after a while. "Doesn't it look awesome?"

"It has nothing on Asgard," Loki sniffed haughtily. "This is pathetic in comparison to the sights of that kingdom."

"Huh. Guess I'll never truly know," Tony said, but Loki didn't reply.

Tony gestured his glass to Loki, offering him, but Loki dismissed that, and with a wave of his hand, a bottle of tequila appeared in his hand.

"Seriously?" Tony raised an eyebrow, but Loki didn't look at him. "Tequila? What's wrong? Has your boyfriend broken up with you, and you need to drink away your sorrows?"

"This is the one-year mark of the day that I murdered the Jotun king in a sore attempt to gain respect from the Allfather," Loki muttered bitterly, cracking open the bottle to take a swig, and Tony was taken off guard by the tone in his voice.

"Uh, okay," he replied. "And that is significant...how?"

Loki turned his head with a disbelieving look on his face. "Has Thor not relished in recounting the stories of my misbegotten inheritance?"

"Well, if he has, I didn't bother to remember it," Tony said casually.

"Laufey was my real father," Loki said darkly. "I lured him in the city, so that I could kill him in front of Odin. I thought- I thought that if I did, Odin would see me as suitable for the throne of Asgard. But did he? No, he did not. So what am I, if not a worthy king? Just a parentless monster who murdered his own father."

Tony was getting rather uncomfortable. "Is there a reason you are telling me this?"

"No!" said Loki, indignantly, his posh voice suddenly rocketing up an octave. "No there is not! I'm just a disappointing freak animal who wants, for just one night, to forget about it all!" he finished with another hearty gulp, his face screwing up at the burning taste, and he collapsed against the bench, slouching like a sulking child.

"Ooookay," Tony said, somewhat alarmed. "I'm just...not gonna comment."

"Good," Loki's voice had returned to its deep brooding tone.

Tony hesitantly sipped his scotch as Loki drank deeply from his bottle of tequila (tequila? Tequila? Who had taught this god to drink? If Tony didn't know better, he'd put the blame on Barton. Tequila seemed like a Barton-y type of drinking habit.) until most of it was gone.

"Have you drunk away your problems yet?" Tony asked lightly, as the city continued buzzing around them.

"No," Loki said petulantly.

"Alright."

"Why are you still awake? Don't humans sleep at this hour?"

"Look around you," Tony gestured to New York. "We're in the city that doesn't sleep."

Loki grunted.

"For such a poised and civilised person, you're acting more and more like a crazed alcoholic."

"It must the company I take influencing me."

"Ouch, burn!"

Loki raised one side of his mouth in a half smile.

"Do you really think drinking away your problems will help?" Tony asked pointedly, as Loki drained the bottle, and pulled a pouting expression as the last drop passed his lips.

"Do you?" Loki reposted. His voice was louder than usual, which Tony put down to the drink. Loki was staring at Tony's tumbler with still a level of amber liquid in it.

"Yeah, but I've got long lasting issues with my fath- oh, I see," Tony mumbled, and then grinned. Loki gave a mirthless laugh.

"Oh indeed, Stark!" he chuckled darkly, and then hiccupped. "Oh, I think I'm drunk."

"It's a surprise you're even conscious," Tony observed, but Loki ignored him. He pushed himself upright, so that he was no longer slouching, and rubbed a hand against his eye. It was strangely adorable.

"When I was younger," Loki spoke, "there was this stranger that passed through Asgard. At the time, there wasn't a wall around Asgard, and we were rather vulnerable."

Tony raised his eyebrows. So it was story time, now, was it?

"The stranger offered to build the wall for us, but in repayment he wanted the hand in marriage of one of the goddesses."

"You people still do that whole hand in marriage crap?" Tony asked, curiously, but Loki shushed him.

"Freyja, her name was. He also asked for the sun and the moon."

"Oh yeah, don't mind us little humans. It's not like we need the sun and the moon," Tony said sarcastically. "You just give it away to whoever wants it, sure, go ahead!"

Loki glared at him, and then continued. "Obviously, none of the gods agreed to it, least of all Odin. He was outraged that the stranger thought we would barter Freyja in exchange for a wall."

"Why, was she hot?"

"She is attractive."

"Well, no need to mince your words."

"But I went to the stranger, and I said to him, that if he managed to build the wall in sixth months, instead of eighteen, he would have his bargain."

"I can tell this is where the shit hits the fan," Tony said wryly, and Loki conjured up another two glasses of scotch, passing one to Tony.

"Naturally, a lot of people were very angry with me. But, my reasoning was that the stranger would never be able to complete the work in six months, but would only be able to build half the wall. And so, when he failed to reach the stipulations, we would have half a wall for free!"

"Cunning."

"Stark, if you interrupt again, I will turn you into a frog."

"Sorry, sorry, continue."

"He asked, however, that he be allowed his horse to help him."

"Is this the horse you have sex with?"

Loki blinked. "What?"

"Eric told me. He's big on Norse mythology. Is this the horse you have sex with?" Tony asked again, eagerly.

"You humans always have such misconceived conjectures about the true tales. They seem to grow more and more false!" Loki proclaimed. "Why would I...couple with a horse? Don't be absurd!"

"Shame," Tony sighed. "There I was thinking you were at least a little bit kinky."

"Don't be revolting, Stark. I have never done anything of the sort!"

"Never?" Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You mean, never?"

Loki glowered at him. "Shall I finish my tale?"

Tony pouted. "Fine."

"So yes. He asked for his horse to help him. And we agreed. However, within six months, most of the wall had been built."

"Hahaha, I bet they kicked the shite out of you for that!"

"So Odin demanded that I fix it, seeing as it had been my idea in the first place. He believed the stranger to be a giant in disguise, because only that would explain his ability to build the wall in such short a space of time. So what I did was, I lured his horse away, as, without his horse, he would never be able to haul the stones for the wall."

"Did you tempt it with your wily ways and sultry hips?"

Loki managed to crack a smile. "Hips don't lie, Stark, as I've been informed."

Stark almost choked on his drink, and started cackling with amusement. He realised that he was significantly more intoxicated that he had initially thought.

"Anyway!" Loki pressed on. "When I lured away the horse, the stranger became so enraged that his disguise fell apart, and he was revealed as a giant."

"Whatdya do about it?" Tony asked, enjoying the story.

"Thor came along, and bashed his head in," Loki finished with a sullen grimace, making the happy ending rather anticlimactic.

"Aw, don't be like that," Tony beseeched. "It was such a nice story, and you ruin it with your brotherly love!"

Loki snorted, and pulled his knees up onto the bench, hiding behind them, his glass perched on top.

"Did Freyja thank you, in the end?"

"No, she hunted me for putting her in the situation in the first place. Nobody noticed that they got an entire wall built for free because of my plan," Loki sulked.

"That's not nice," Tony observed.

"I've had worse."

"Oh yes?"

"When I cut off Sif's hair for a bet," Loki said, re-emerging from behind his knees, "Thor was so furious. The bet I lost was to a group of dwarves. As punishment, Thor held me down, and the dwarves sewed my lips together."

Tony stopped short. Loki was peering at him from big, clear eyes. "That's disgusting."

"It was most painful."

"No, I mean, that is completely barbaric. Thor is your brother!"

"Thor is not my brother."

"But he was at the time!" Tony yelled out. "Who does that to their brother?"

"Well, he certainly had a fancy for Sif back then, and she did not look appealing with shortened hair," Loki tried to smile, but Tony felt nauseous. "I was forced to enchant it back for her."

"No wonder you want to kill him."

"It was several centuries ago. It's simply one small event on a long list of reasons why I detest Thor."

"I was joking. You shouldn't want to kill anyone."

"Says the man who designed weapons for a living."

"I've reformed."

Loki smirked. "I have not. So I suppose I have an excuse."

Tony rolled his eyes. "You're drunk."

"Mm," Loki agreed. "But I feel better."

"It would be shit if you were drunk and still felt awful."

"Indeed."

The silence descended upon them again, and it lasted.

Tony looked over to Loki's profile, and stared at his lips. Now that he was looking for them, he noticed tiny rows of pinpricks along the edge. His stomach flipped.

"You're staring."

"I'm still shocked," Tony admitted. "Don't you heal, though?"

"It was enchanted thread."

"That's a bummer."

"It seems an insignificant scar compared to the hole in your chest."

Tony smiled. "Yeah, but the hole in my chest is great for picking up girls. The dots on your lips are great if you want sympathy from old grannies."

Loki half smiled, and turned to face Tony. The smile was off-putting. "Most people say I got what I deserved. They wanted to sever my head from my shoulders. I only got away by saying that I did not bargain my neck, and as there is no differentiation between the neck and the head, they could not have anything."

"Cunning," Tony said again.

"I wish I had let them cut off my head," Loki said sadly.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! This ain't no pity party!" Tony pointed a finger at him. "If you wanna go end it all, you're on a high roof. Help yourself. I'm not gonna stop you." He gestured to the edge of the roof.

Loki laughed. "Alright, I'll stop."

"Good."

Loki didn't respond for a moment, but sucked down more drink.

"I'm going to take that away from you in a second," Tony warned. "You'll get alcohol poisoning."

"I'd like to see you try."

Tony lunged for the glass, but Loki was too quick for him, and instead he just sprawled himself across the chest of a laughing god.

Tony clambered over him, and this was where it all went horribly, horribly wrong.

If they hadn't been so inhibited by alcohol, Loki would have pushed him off roughly, and disappeared, and Tony would have assembled the Avengers long before.

But instead, they were drunk, they were needy, and they were both enjoying each other's companies. And Tony desperately wanted to see if he could feel the texture of the scars around Loki's lips.

Knees either side of the Trickster's hips, Tony reached for the glass, which Loki had outstretched as far as he could. Tony retaliated by pushing Loki's head away in the opposite direction, and grasping for the hand which held the glass.

"Stark!" Loki giggled. "You are so juvenile!"

Unable to simultaneously shove Loki's head away and reach out, Tony gave up on that, and instead yanked on Loki's ear in annoyance.

"Ow!"

"Are you joking me?" Tony deadpanned, and Loki rubbed at his ear.

Loki growled and flicked Tony on the nose.

"Right, who's being juvenile now?" Tony asked, before darting out and grabbing the glass whilst Loki was distracted. He jerked it away, and it fell out of both their fingers, landing on the floor with a crash.

"Woopsie," Tony tittered. "Hope they weren't too expensive to conjure up."

"Funny," Loki said sarcastically, and flicked Tony's nose again.

"Hey!" Tony took the challenge, and in a second Loki was flat on his back on the bench, blinking up at Tony, who had his wrists held firmly, knees lodged on either side of his waist.

"I'm legally inclined to tell you that I am trained in karate," Tony teased, but was suddenly distracted by the way Loki was breathing heavily, and his hooded eyes were looking up at him. Tony swallowed.

Enemy! He's the enemy, Stark! Get off him now!

But he's so pretty! Tony's mind unhelpfully supplied.

Tony glanced down at Loki's scarred, parted lips.

The kissing they both blamed on the alcohol. Although Tony would resolutely like to add to the record that it was Loki who leant up first.

He was rather cold, but he tasted of a mix of scotch and tequila and something else that reminded Tony of building snowmen as a child. At first Loki was a little unresponsive, but after Tony pried open his lips with his own, it was a sudden fight for whoever could get their tongue deepest down the other's throat. It wasn't sweet, or romantic. It was drunken, sloppy and unchoreographed.

Tony gripped hold of Loki's wrists tighter, and angled himself up so that he could plunder inside that mouth whilst Loki's teeth made to bite at him.

"God!" Tony gasped when he drew back. "W-what are we doing?"

"If you stop," Loki breathed, "I will annihilate you."

Tony shrugged, and descended again. This time he was gentler, trying to put some method in the madness. Loki was emitting these tiny little noises from his throat, which made Tony want to do bad things to him.

He started nibbling little kisses down the side of Loki's jaw, until he got to that long expanse of white neck, and bit down savagely.

"Aaah!" Loki cried out, and Tony clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Sssh! Do you want to wake everyone up?" he hissed.

Loki blinked and shook his head from under Tony's hand. Tony removed his hand and replaced it with his lips. Now that Loki had his arms free, his wasted no time in entwining his fingers in Tony's hair, and rolling them to try and gain some control.

They both fell to the floor with an almighty crash.

"Well, shit," Tony muttered. "Come on, let's go to my room. There's a lock."

Loki grasped his hand, and in an instant, they materialised in Stark's bedroom. They both swayed- teleportation and alcohol did not mix well.

Loki's hands were on Tony immediately, pulling at his tshirt and grabbing at his shoulders.

"Someone is eager."

"Shut up."

"Okay."

Loki started kissing his chest, running his hands down his arms and entangling their fingers. Tony tilted his neck back and enjoyed the sensation of cold lips and harsh teeth. He backed them slowly towards the bed, until his knees collided with the edge, and he sat down, bringing Loki onto his lap.

"Is leather really necessary?" Tony asked, grasping at Loki's well covered thorax.

"It is Asgardian custom," Loki breathed, before continuing sucking at Tony's neck.

"Well, it is Starkian custom, especially when you are in the bedroom of Stark, to be naked," Tony remarked, and Loki scoffed.

He began grinding his hips down onto Tony's crotch, and Tony grabbed his waist.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am drunk, Tony," Loki gasped, arching his back and running his hands through the hair at the back of Tony's head, eliciting a small moan. "I am not sure of anything."

Tony looked up at him, almost about to say no, when Loki waved his hand flippantly, and the layers of leather dissolved in the air around him. Tony's hands fell on cold, hard flesh, and he groaned out loud.

"You're not gonna murder me whilst I'm in the throes of passion?" Tony checked, running his hands up Loki's bare chest. He was lean and muscular, and Tony looked down and oh my god I don't care if he kills me, at least I'll die happy.

"Only if you beg for it," Loki flashed him a cunning grin which was covered immediately by lust as he began kissing Tony's throat. "Come on, Stark. Why do you care, anyway? Fuck me."

Tony almost made an embarrassing noise. Loki, snobbish, articulate, prudish Loki just said the word fuck.

"Hnnng, okay," Tony agreed. He stood up, and deposited Loki on the bed. Loki stretched out, all proud and flaunting, before raising an eyebrow and biting on his finger. "Have you ever done this before?"

"Yes, I have," Loki suddenly snapped. "I don't see why it makes a difference. You don't even like me."

Tony rolled his eyes. "I like you enough."

Loki lowered his gaze, before rolling over onto his stomach. Tony took a moment to gape and enjoy the lines of his back, leading onto that rather luscious behind, and long, long white, muscled legs. His mouth went dry.

"Not one for foreplay?" he rasped.

"If you don't get a move on, I'll leave and go find someone at a bar," Loki mumbled into the pillow. "Come on, Stark! Your reputation gave implications that you bedded whichever drunken harlot fell in your path. Would you prefer it if I were female?"

And just like that, in front of Tony's eyes, Loki's body morphed. The strong ropes of muscle melted away into soft, cushiony layers of flesh, mounding in all different areas. Loki rolled over, and Tony was presented with breasts. Real life breasts.

"Am I dreaming?" Tony muttered, raising a hand to his head. "Or am I high?"

"Don't be silly," said the same, imperious voice, only now it was a soprano trill. "Do you desire this more?"

"I- I- I don't even...I can't-" Tony wasn't articulate. "You- are you...what?"

"Loki is Loki, whatever the form," the woman told him. She was ample and busty, with large hips and soft looking skin. Her hair was wavy around her shoulders, and the angular planes of her face had shaped into curves. The same, glittering green eyes were looking up at him, with something that looked like nervousness.

"I- I don't...well, this isn't about me, is it?" Tony cleared his throat. "Whatever you prefer."

Loki seemed to ponder this. "Hmm. Perhaps I can alternate between both?"

"Be my guest!" Tony gestured wildly. This was not how he had imaged the evening going. "This is...completely surreal!"

Loki grinned, and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was back, as a male.

"I'm waiting, Stark," he said, playfully, and then hiccupped.

"You're drunk."

"Well done, genius."

"There's no need to be snarky."

"Do you plan on spending the evening standing there, and staring stupidly at me?"

"Are you always this bitchy in bed?"

"Usually, yes, when I'm the only person in the bed! I am growing impatient, Stark."

Tony rolled his eyes, and divested himself of the rest of his clothes. He liked the way Loki's eyes roamed over his body, lingering on the arc reactor for a second longer than necessary, before licking his lips.

"Maybe you're nervous," Loki spoke up, cocking an eyebrow, and leaning over on to one side. "Maybe you're worried what would happen if one of your friends came up and walked in on us."

Tony ignored him, and crawled up onto the bed.

"What would they think of you? Fucking a god? Don't you think they would be impressed?" Loki purred into his ear, as Tony pushed him down by the shoulders and positioned himself between Loki's thighs. "Not many people get to be in your position, Stark. Would you stop for them? Would you stop, and let them take me away? Or would you keep fucking me anyway? Damn them, you're Tony Stark, and you take what you want, right? Who cares if that means taking my body in front of your colleagues and friends?"

"You're fucking distracting, you know that?" Tony said, chuckling. It was rather startling the effect Loki's dirty words had on his body. He was so hard it almost hurt, and every muscle in his body was burning with the need to just hold Loki down and fuck him.

"I don't know why you're waiting," Loki breathed throatily into his ear. "I'm open and willing. Go on. Take it."

"You don't ever shut up, do you?" Tony smiled, pressing a kiss to Loki's throat. "Let me go get-"

Loki thrust a bottle of lube under his nose. "Here."

Tony blinked. "Did you just..."

"To add to my argument that magic is more impressive than technology," Loki said flippantly, running his other hand down Tony's body and grasping his cock. "Are you going to do it or not?"

"Jesus Christ, just hang on a moment!" Tony tried not to let his elbows buckle as Loki began stroking him firmly. It wouldn't do to show weakness and submissiveness, as Loki may think he is not up to the task and leave...

Loki ignored him, and pressed the lube into Tony's hand, wrapping the fingers around it, before grasping his face and pulling him in to kiss him. He scraped his teeth along Tony's bottom lip and then latched on, sucking at Tony's tongue, meanwhile his hand was still caressing Tony's cock, his thighs were lifting up to wrap around Tony's waist, his feet in the air, his skin flushed red, and Tony was losing his cool, Tony was about to combust, Tony had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but he didn't care, because Loki just moaned a word into his mouth that sounded oddly like his name, and god if hearing Loki moan his name didn't turn him on...

Tony fumbled with the cap of the lube, before coating his fingers and reaching down between their bodies to Loki's entrance. When one finger pressed past the muscle, Loki detached from Tony's mouth in order to groan loudly, dropping his head back on the pillows, and screwed up his eyes.

"Are you all right?"

"Keep going!"

Tony obliged, pushing his finger up to the knuckle, somewhat curious about the cooler than normal sensation of Loki's flesh, despite the god's red flush. Tony hadn't done this in quite a while- since college- but there was something oddly gratifying about falling into old practices. Especially when it was Loki he was doing it to. He retracted the finger, earning another chesty moan, then returned with two, stretching and pressing at firm walls.

"Oh, oh, Tony!" Loki groaned, and his thighs quivered around Tony's body.

If this is how excited he gets from two fingers, Tony thought wryly, what is he going to do at the main event?

Tony sat back on his heels so that he could admire Loki's taut body. He rested a hand on the hard, shaking abdominal muscles and stroked gently, resulting in startled hitched gasps emanating from the beautiful body beneath him.

Tony joined a third finger with the other two, and Loki's eyes snapped open, his mouth agape as he tried to make a noise.

"Too much?"

"N-no. Keep going."

Tony ran his spare hand up along Loki's body, feeling the hard muscle, until he got to the soft skin pulled around sharp collar bones, so delicate, like petals, and continued going to the hollow of his neck, under his jaw, where he could feel the racing pulse, and Loki's Adam's apple bobbing along the column of his throat as he swallowed, unable to form a sentence. Then Tony retraced his movements, sweeping his hand down Loki's sides, until his hands reached the strong expanse of thigh, marble smooth and compactly built.

He grasped the underside of Loki's right thigh, and hauled it up over his shoulder, stretching Loki out and creating a new angle.

When Tony's fingers met Loki's prostate, the shriek that resulted was enough to wake the neighbours.

"Do you mind?" Tony asked, amused, as Loki shivered underneath him, covering his face with his hands. "Are you sure you've done this before?"

"N-not like—oh!—this," Loki breathed.

"You mean, nobody has ever done this," Tony pressed, almost sadistically, against the little gland inside Loki, and bit down his grin as Loki shuddered, hands flying up to grasp Tony's shoulders tightly.

Tony wasn't going to lie- his ego was rapidly ballooning out of control at the look of pure ecstasy that was blossoming on Loki's features. He was bringing a god complete pleasure. It was a pretty heady feeling. Then again, it could just be the alcohol talking.

Tony leant down and recaptured those trembling lips softly. "Not so smug now, are you?"

"Please, Tony," Loki breathed, lifting his head for another kiss. "Please. Do it now."

Tony pulled his fingers away, and the guttural noise that came from Loki's throat was alarming.

"Are you sure?"

"I will kill you."

"All right, all right! I'm doing it!"

Tony reached for the lube again, and applied it generously to his cock, which, up until now, he had been neglecting, but when he pushed it against Loki's entrance, he almost fainted from the feel of and Loki was crying out, clutching at his hair, and Tony had to hold his legs in his arms to stop them flailing around and Tony's heart was in his throat and he couldn't quite believe he was doing this...

He lay down against Loki's body, feeling Loki's cock pulsing against his stomach, pushing Loki's thigh up higher, so that his knee was near his own shoulder, because damn was he bendable, and pressed his lips against Loki's jaw, hearing all the stuttering breaths and tiny whimpers coming from the god. Loki shifted his other leg, the one not bent in half by Tony's hand, rotating it to allow Tony more room.

"Move," he rumbled, his voice soft, in a whisper.

Tony heaved his weight up onto both hands, either side of Loki's head, and pushed further into Loki's body, grunting with repressed pleasure. Loki managed to keep his leg on Tony's shoulder, flexing it, pulling Tony in, his hands gliding over Tony's chest and round to grasp into Tony's side.

"Loki," Tony managed to groan, dropping his head and breathing deeply.

"Come on, Tony," Loki murmured. "Take it. Go on."

"Ah! If you don't shut up, I'll do just that!" Tony snapped. "And you'll get hurt."

"I won't get hurt!" Loki replied, outraged. "I am a god of Asg-!"

He was cut off as Tony abruptly pulled out and slammed back in. The headboard of the bed hit the wall with a smash, which just about covered up the cacophony of Loki's wail.

"You were saying?"

"You smugness enrages me. Now do that again!"

Tony began thrusting, his shoulders beginning to ache in complaint at having to support his body weight, but the electrifying feeling of his cock in Loki's ass was igniting his skin, fizzling throughout his bones, sending pulses through his muscles, causing his toes to curl.

Loki was emitting grunts with every thrust, his fingers were carding through Tony's hair, and his eyes flickered shut. Tony upped the tempo, and realised this wasn't going to last very long as Loki cried out in a tone that almost made Tony collapse.

He shifted his weight and slowed down, so that he could reach down his right hand and grasp Loki's cock.

"Fuck!" Loki yelled. "Tony!"

The added pleasure to the already bliss of the friction between their bodies was bringing Loki to the edge, and Tony grit his teeth, quickly running out of self control.

"Ugh, I can't believe it," Tony grunted, continuing his punishing pace, his body spasming with every wave of ecstasy that flooded his veins.

"W-what?" Loki breathed, curiously.

"I'm not going to last long," Tony warned.

"What is your refractory period?"

"Are we really going to discuss this now?"

"Well, it's worth considering, especially if you want to do me as a woman-"

"You're far too coherent for my liking. Go back to the wailing and sobbing."

Loki glared and clenched down, causing Tony to buckle and land over Loki's body, swearing loudly.

Warm arms encircled him, and long legs wrapped around his waist, and Tony's face was being covered in small kisses. The amount of skin-on-skin contact was exhilarating, and Tony could feel every muscle that moved against him. It was an unbelievable sensation.

"Move, Stark," Loki mumbled, still running his lips over Tony's bearded face.

"Back to 'Stark' now, are we?"

"Is it a problem?"

"I think now we're acquainted enough to be on first name terms, don't you?"

Loki laughed, almost manically, and bucked upwards. "Come on. You feel so good."

Tony leant up and enclosed his fingers around Loki's sharp hips, tilting his pelvis up for a better angle, before properly beginning to nail Loki into the mattress.

It wasn't long before Loki was crying out into the crook of his own elbow, jiggling along to the furious rate in which Tony was pounding into him, limbs splayed everywhere, completely boneless and pliant.

Tony himself was almost delirious. He was cursing loudly, his body on fire, his fingers gripping in to Loki's flesh hard. He began angling his thrusts so that each one would hit Loki's prostate, causing the god to begin screaming in some sort of unknown language, his eyes tightly shut and great gasping breaths being forced between his gibberish, in time with the banging of the headboard against the wall and Tony's gasping breaths. When Tony grasped his cock, Loki's eyes flew open for a moment, before he was coming, over Tony's hand and his own body, convulsing violently as Tony was forced to smother his cried with a kiss before Loki woke up the whole goddamned mansion.

They were covered in sweat, and Loki's hands were scrabbling for purchase on Tony's shoulders, as aftershocks coursed through him, making him shudder and moan piteously, going limp and pliable under Tony's grip. Tony barely had to move before the combined sensation of Loki's skin, Loki's heat, Loki's movement, everything, was overpowering him and he released inside Loki with a hoarse yell, and collapsed on top of he still panting god.

Tony groaned into Loki's neck, not bothering to move yet, and just lay there, feeling the slick slide of their sweaty skin against each other. He wriggled one hand under Loki's neck to stroke through the damp hair there, the other crawling down to clasp itself between Loki's fingers.

Loki was still heavy breathing, unperturbed by the weight on him, the hand not holding Tony's resting on the small of Tony's back.

"God," Tony managed in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes?" Loki said, good-humouredly. Tony laughed, and mustered the energy to pull out of Loki and roll onto his back on the other side of the bed.

They both just lay there for a while, staring up at Tony's dark ceiling, the only sound was that of their laboured breathing.

Tony felt odd- somewhere between euphoric and guilty. He just had sex with Loki. Sure, drunken sex, but sex nonetheless.

"When will you be up for it again?"

"Mother of god, give me a moment's break, would you?" Tony exclaimed, dropping his head back with a huff and covering his eyes with the back of his forearm.

"Hmm. Fine," Loki allowed. There was a shuffling of sheets, and Tony felt two cool hands on his knees. He opened his eyes to see the same black-haired woman from before smirking at him, down near his feet.

"Aren't you even slightly tired?" he asked weakly, as she began crawling up his body on all fours.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, with a derisive, "Mortals."

Tony didn't have the opportunity to protest before her lips were trailing down from his chest, lower and lower, and oh god, Tony was pretty sure he wasn't that tired after all.

Ahem.

I had to stop it there, before I fucked them to death.

You'll have to forgive me. This is the first time I've ever written smut, and it is the first time I've ever written anything to do with The Avengers or Thor or anything. Apart from a short Sherlock crossover, but that doesn't count.

So yes. Please take that into consideration, as this is my first fic of this nature, and please review.

Please review! I love your feedback so much! Please!

Next chapter will hopefully be written soon? And Thor has a few words to say to Tony Stark for defiling his baby brother in such a manner. And is it me, or do you hear the pitter patter of tiny feet? I'm just teasing you. ;)

Thank you for reading!

Now review!

Mx

PS. Sophie, if you read it, I'll never forgive you.