I promised a sequel :D This chapter is very much a PWP but plot will follow.

For those of you who haven't read the first story; a Monumentally Stupid Idea, all you need to know is that it is also a PWP and all you really need to take from it is: A) Illicit relationship between Loki and Tony and B) Pepper caught them at it.

There are no warnings for this chapter beyond hot sex between two insanely hot men. The rest of the story will have warnings, but since I'm not entirely sure yet what they'll be I'll put them at the top of each new update.

This is for Manu, as always, as a little pick-me-up in her very very busy life.

Un-beta'd although I have attempted to go over with a fine-toothed comb.

Enjoy, my lovelies!

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Tony could practically feel the cameras watching him.

Pepper had been a superstar beyond all words and a heartless tyrant at the same time. She had sworn not to tell a soul and whilst staying true to her word – as Tony always knew she would – it had been on the proviso that whatever had been going on between the genius and Norse God stopped.

Done.

Over.

Finito.

Tony hadn't argued with her.

After all, what was there to stop? Casual sex between two people who otherwise couldn't stand each other, not really much to lose, was there?

Pepper knew him too well. Far too well. To the extent that she didn't trust his word on this matter in the least. Loki had become a drug, slipping in under his skin and making him desperate for the next hit. He couldn't stand the guy, and yet missed him already. It was endlessly frustrating to not have another person around who could keep up with both his frustratingly quick mind, but also his glib, sarcastic view on life. Bruce was a good person to bounce ideas off of, but pestering him with banter was a seriously bad idea.

And of course he missed how good they were together. Loki was quite easily the best lay he'd ever had – regardless of the fact that they hated each other and tried to kill one another when in any other situation.

But no. Pepper had told him – in the coldest most emotionless voice he'd ever heard – that what-ever it was that had been going on, it was over. And because she didn't trust him in the slightest when it came to his sex-drive there were now cameras in every room of the tower. Obviously she didn't man them herself, but she'd put JARVIS onto the job and the AI had seemed to relish in its new role as Big Brother. Tony couldn't so much as go take a piss without the inquisitive robot checking where he was. Thank God Pepper had at least not put a camera in his bathroom! That would have been the last straw.

So this left him bored, somewhat lonely and very much sexually frustrated. Not the best frame of mind for Tony to be in.

His best and easiest way of dealing with the irritation of being monitored like an animal was to hole up in his lab and work on more suit modifications. To be perfectly honest there was very little else he could really add to it or improve, but at the same time he was going stir crazy and needed the focus.

It was as he was attempting to fine-tune a thruster in his right boot that a sudden tiny sound caught his attention.

A sheet of paper next to him had moved slightly and when he stared at it suspiciously it rustled again, as if to hold his attention.

Poltergeist activity?

Then writing began scrawling across the blank surface. The script was angular and actually reminded Tony of the way someone would use the Western characters when they were more used to using an Asian alphabet. Or a runic alphabet…

A smile began to crawl across his face as he surreptitiously read it.

It appears that you are under house arrest, Stark.

Tony snorted with laughter, then tried to quiet himself, well aware that the cameras had microphones and not wanting to alert JARVIS that anything was amiss. He casually scribbled on the notepad infront of him:

Yeah, Pepper hasn't told the others though. Are you invisible or projecting your magic?

He fiddled with a loose wire whilst the reply was written, but had entirely lost interest in his project with the prospect of an interesting conversation.

Ever the scientist. Yes, I'm invisible.

Tony couldn't help the fact that he almost jumped out of his skin as an unseen hand suddenly slipped into the back pocket of his jeans. There was a firm squeeze to his buttock and he smirked. However, as amusing as it was to pull the wool over JARVIS' eyes it suddenly occurred to him that as well as visual, the AI also monitored heat signatures in the room – Pepper wasn't stupid and knew what her boss was capable of. It did raise a few questions.

How aren't you setting of my heat signature alarms?

There was an almost silent chuckle by his ear that he only just heard before the reply appeared infront of him:

I am a God, Stark. Just assume that I researched the security measures that had been put in place and acted accordingly. If I can fool a human I can most certainly fool a machine.

Tony snorted silently.

You are full of yourself, God.

The hand in his pocket squeezed again and he felt the heat go straight to his groin. Dear Lord was he some sort of horny teenager, desperate for sex no matter the partner?! That didn't bear thinking about.

Still, if the God was here then there was no power on earth to stop him from satisfying his incessant sexual frustration. He said as much too.

My robot watches everywhere apart from my bathroom.

Is that really all you think about?

Tony shrugged slightly.

I haven't got anything better to do right now and it's the only room in the house where I'm not under surveillance.

I can see the possibilities here.

Great minds. Put your hand on my shoulder and follow me. Stick close, some of the automatic doors close pretty quickly. Tony winked at the space where he presumed the God was standing. That is, if you want to get laid?

There was that silent chuckle that he could never-the-less hear again. Why else would I be here?

Well, that was a good point. Tony figured that the God had agreed when he felt the hand move from his pocket, trail teasingly up his back and stop to rest on his shoulder. The evening was looking brighter already!

It wasn't too difficult to make his way through the many corridors of his tower, towing the invisible Norse God behind. Loki obviously understood the concept of electric doors, since Tony could hear the tiny rustle of cloth as his shadow nipped through each one just before they slid shut again.

It was certainly more than Thor knew about modern technology.

They reached the familiar door to Tony's room where, up until their foolhardy venture in the living room, most of their encounters had taken place.

"JARVIS, I'm taking a shower, keep your nose out." Tony announced loudly to the ceiling.

"Of course, sir."

The bathroom door slid open silently and the inventor sauntered in, now smug beyond all reason that he'd snuck the God in entirely undetected. "And JARVIS? Microphones off please, I don't think Pepper will want recordings of my singing."

"Yes sir."

Tony shut the door, chuckling triumphantly. He turned and folded his arms expectantly, one eye-brow raised as he waited for his companion to become visible. "Well? Where are you then, goat-horns?"

"Not where you're looking."

The human jumped as the voice came from behind him and was accompanied by an invisible arm snaking round him to run down his chest. He turned but the contact immediately vanished and he reached out only to grasp thin air.

"Hey, seriously, this is your plan for this evening?"

"What's wrong, Stark? You like upping the levels of fun, don't you?"

There was a noticeable thrill through his body at the sound of the God's voice. Now that was sad! He had a Pavlovian response to Loki's voice! The God spoke, and his body was immediately assuming that sex would follow. This would make battles very awkward!

"Fun, yes. Then again, seeing you is part of the fun."

"That sounded dangerously like sentiment."

Tony grimaced. "Yeah, it did, didn't it?" He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "It wasn't meant to, sorry."

He heard the soft huff of laughter from behind, and spun around to once again meet empty air. A smirk began to form on his face and he folded his arms; if Loki was intending to remain invisible for the entire encounter then this could take a while.

"How about we skip the whole you acting coy thing?" He suggested mockingly. "I want sex. You want sex. Hey! Let's have sex!"

A hand was on his chest again. From the angle he guessed that Loki was now standing infront of him and as he leaned forward to try and grab hold of the God again he was met with a mouth crashing against his own. His chuckle in response was muffled as he stumbled back a few paces until the marble counter-top surrounding the sink was pressing against the backs of his thighs.

"We're gonna have to keep this quick." Tony managed to break the contact long enough to get the sentence out. "JARVIS'll get suspicious otherwise."

"Your robot is very reminiscent of 1984." Loki murmured back, his invisible lips ghosting over Stark's as he spoke.

The inventor snorted. "You've read George Orwell?"

The contact on his mouth vanished and from the feel of the trickster's body in his hands he could tell that Loki had leant back slightly. "Stark, I am older than the human race. How would you propose I spend my time?" He asked with a chuckle. "Reading is a pleasant hobby."

The thought of the infamous God of mischief – the same one who had almost succeeded in destroying New York city – curling up in a comfy chair with a good book made Tony snigger and he received a slap round the back of the head for it.

"Ow!"

"You are insufferable, Tony Stark!"

"And yet you suffer me." Tony grinned lazily, although not entirely sure he was grinning in the right direction. "And that is possibly the first time you've called me by my first name."

"Indeed, but only when suffixed with your patronymic in the form of an admonishment." Loki's invisible hand ran through Tony's hair, pulling the human back into another harsh kiss. The genius made a muffled sound of protest as the God's teeth sank into his lip again.

"Ow! Damnit! What is it with you and biting me?!" Tony pulled away to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth.

"Don't be a drama queen, Stark, you have suffered far worse." Loki chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, but involuntarily. And are you going to get rid of the invisibility cloak any time soon?"

Tony felt the pressure of Loki's body pressing against his own disappear as the God stepped away from him with a theatrical sigh. For a long moment nothing happened and he presumed that a spell was being woven, before the air infront of him shimmered and the taller man came into focus.

He'd forgone the elaborate Asgardian clothing this time and seemed much more relaxed in khaki patterned cargoes and a plain white shirt. Tony raised an eyebrow, raking his gaze up and down the other's body until Loki began to look distinctly annoyed.

"I am not here as a fashion model, Stark."

"Humour me, I haven't seen you in normal clothing before other than a couple of crappy photos from Germany, and I'm liking the view." Tony smirked. "And you're back to using my last name, Laufeyson?"

Loki stepped up to the human again, hands still by his side but so close that his breath was whispering over Tony's lips. "We are still enemies, Stark. To use your given name would be to accord you some measure of familiarity. And it is not Laufeyson, but Laufeyjarsson."

Tony moved his hands up to rest on the God's hips, tilting his head to nip at the taller man's neck. "Not what Thor told us." He smirked against the skin as he felt Loki shudder at the touch.

"Thor is an imbecile. Laufey was my mother, not my father." The Asgardian's voice tightened as his partner's mouth found the hollow in his neck and teased the sensitive area.

"Either way." To be honest, Tony didn't give a damn. Father, mother, monkey's uncle, Loki's genealogy was of no interest to him whatsoever. What was of interest was the way the God was beginning to move against him, finally giving in and placing his hands against Tony's chest.

The deep kiss was more frantic than usual – although neither were ever known for being gentle with each other. Tony fisted his hands in his partner's immaculately ironed shirt, leaning back against the sink again and pulling Loki into him.

"I want you." He growled.

"I believe it's my turn to top." The God's hands had migrated to Tony's hair, tightly curled in the short strands. He broke away from the human's mouth to stare contemplatively at him. "But…I might be amenable to your demands."

Tony snorted. "You mean you want a good fucking." The grip on his hair tightened painfully and he grabbed Loki's wrist, trying to remove the God's hands as one wrapped around his neck. "Ow! Ow ow ow! Okay, I'm sorry!"

The trickster grinned ferally. "I don't believe you are, but no matter." Keeping Tony's head at an awkward angle he leant in and ran his tongue up along the inventor's jawline. "I'll make sure to take my due at a later date. You may have me today."

"…Grand. Could you possibly let go of my throat?"

Loki dipped his head in a mocking bow, releasing Tony entirely. The genius rubbed his neck and smirked. "I've missed being assaulted as part of foreplay." Now that Loki had conceded the upper hand to him once again he placed his palm flat against the God's chest, feeling the buttons press indentations into his skin as he applied pressure and forced his partner to back up against the wall. Pinning the God in place with his own body he then leant around him into the shower to turn the water on.

"What are you doing?" Loki watched the sudden burst of steam for a moment, before turning curiously back to his partner.

Tony shrugged. "I told JARVIS I was taking a shower, ergo he'll be expecting the hot water tank to be in use and will get suspicious if it isn't." He grinned wryly and shook his head. "Sometimes I hate myself for making such a conscientious AI."

"Well…" The trickster's voice dropped to a low purr. "We could always make use of the water…"

The two men both looked to the running shower, then glanced back at each other. Loki grinned and Tony began to chuckle.

"It would certainly be different." The inventor conceded. He raised an eyebrow invitingly. "I'm game. You?"

"Warm water is known to be relaxing, perhaps even to the detriment of sexual activity." The mocking tone to the God's voice was all too clear as he looked the human up and down mischievously.

"Oi! Don't like the insinuations here! Have I ever failed to perform?!" Tony jutted his lower lip out in a mock pout. "As far as I remember you are the one with performance issues."

"And it's comments like that that lead me to throw you out of windows."

The genius held his hands up in surrender, chuckling. "Yeah, touché." He tilted his head in the direction of his shower. "Shall we? Otherwise this conversation is heading into the dangerous grounds of flirtation and I'm sure I'm not meant to flirt with S.H.I.E.L.D's number one Most Wanted."

"You aren't meant to sleep with him either."

"Again; touché." Tony stepped away, allowing the God a small amount of personal space as he wriggled his own T-shirt over his head. He glanced up over the piece of material to see Loki staring at him hungrily. "Well? Quicker you strip, quicker we're in there and having fun."

Loki laughed at the crude phraseology but began to unbutton his shirt. He was enough of a stickler for dressing to impress that it was a well-tailored piece of clothing and still brand new. Which meant that it was still starched and difficult to force the buttons through the holes with any great speed. It didn't take long for him to get fed up and give in to the urge to just click his fingers and remove the clothing from both himself and Stark with magic.

Tony, having been halfway through divesting himself of his trousers yelped, over-balanced and almost fell. However, Loki's hand had fastened around the mortal's wrist, saving him from the embarrassing tumble.

"My, my, Stark. Aren't you graceful?"

"Son of a bitch! Warn me next time!" Tony glanced to the counter by the sink and was relieved to see his clothing safe in a neat pile there. He didn't give much of a damn about the $500 Levi's, but the shabby 1980's Iron Maiden shirt was one of his favourites – which never stopped him from wearing it in the lab, but he'd prefer not to lose it into some alternate dimension.

Assured that the precious item of clothing was safe he turned his attention back to the naked trickster who was now pulling him under the warm water. Having designed the bathroom – as well as the rest of the tower – to his very specific personal whims, the shower was large enough to hold at least four people – and had, as Tony mused happily – so there was easily enough room for whatever the two men were intending.

Loki's back hit the tiled wall, pushed up against it by the shorter mortal. His hands threaded through Stark's short hair, allowing his mouth to be captured again into a bruising kiss. It didn't take long for teeth to get involved, and soon enough Loki's lip was bleeding, the sharp spike of pain making him chuckle. The two had never once kissed just for the sake of kissing. Each time was a power play, a fight for dominance or – in this case – the statement of who was in charge. Sometimes Loki would submit then fight anyway and sometimes he would let Tony completely control him. This seemed to be winding up into the latter. There really is something thrilling to letting someone order you around when you yourself are all powerful.

Tony sniggered as he felt the God go pliant under his hands; whilst it was always exhilarating when they battled each other for the upper hand he did enjoy it so to have the trickster at his mercy. He could feel Loki's arousal – half hard already – pressed against this thigh, made slick with the warm water cascading over them both. He tangled his hands in the trickster's drenched hair, tipping the taller man's head back at an angle so that he could bite at the long throat presented to him.

The action drew a groan from Loki and he lifted one leg up to hook around Tony's waist so that their chests were pressed together. He could feel Ironman's heartbeat drumming through the arc-reactor, the small machine cool against his hot skin and compared to the steamy atmosphere.

"Are you intending to merely play with me, Stark?" He hissed.

"Hmm?" Tony had sunk his teeth into the nerve running up the God's neck, and he let go reluctantly. "Play? Why yes, I was. Problem with that?"

Loki growled. "Yes, actually." He tugged on the human's hair hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain. "I said you could take me, not toy with me."

"Oh but I know you love to be toyed with." Tony smirked, leaning back enough to make eye contact. "At least humour me; it'll be well worth your while." To emphasise this he reached down and stroked one finger along his partner's erection, feeling the pulse in the thick vein that ran along the underside of it before wrapping his hand around and squeezing. He smirked as the God gasped silently, but the victory was short lived as vicious green eyes met his own. The glare was enough to remind him that Loki only allowed him the upper hand when he kept the pace moving.

"Stark…"

The warning snarl in the God's voice was enough for Tony to relinquish his hold with a frustrated sigh. "Oh, fine. Have it your way!"

"I usually do." Loki cupped his hand around Tony's cheek and leant in so that his breath whispered across the inventors lips, the single soft word barely heard over the drumming water. "Kneel."

Tony would swear before any God that could be named that he actually felt his knees go weak. The breathy command had just the right amount of threat in it and as much as he knew he was coming out of this encounter on top – hey, Loki had said he could – he was not adverse in the least to being ordered around beforehand. He dropped gracefully to his knees with a wicked smirk.

"And what would my liege ask of me from this position?" It wasn't hard to use that ridiculously formal language really. Tony had spent more than enough time around both Thor and Loki to be able to repeat their own way of speaking back to the Norse God. His attempt at the British accent failed miserably though, and was probably the reason for Loki's stern expression to break into a grin. They both knew damn well what was expected of one in such a position, but Tony was going to make the bastard say it at least.

"You know what I want, Stark." Usually Loki would have lifted one foot up to rest on Tony's shoulder, but with the water slicking their skin it was probably not a good idea to risk slipping and falling over. Instead he made do with bending his leg at the knee so that he could rest his shin on the shorter man's shoulder. The position meant that not only could Tony still do everything the Trickster wanted him to do, it was also a little safer and was less likely to end up in an embarrassing tumble.

"I want to hear you say it." Tony lent forwards a little so that he could brush his nose against the tip of Loki's erection. He grinned as the God's breath hitched – barely heard over the noise of the water. "I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want me to do down here."

Loki closed his eyes, head tilting back to rest against the shower wall as the mortal's hot breath ghosted over him. "I want your mouth on me."

He didn't see the grin on Tony's face. The inventor was fully going to take everything his partner said literally until he drove the God mad. Leaning forwards he wrapped his lips around the head of Loki's erection, tongue probing the small slit. And then promptly stopped there.

"Stark! Seriously?" The God's fingers twisted painfully in Tony's hair. The mortal's hot mouth was excruciating and his answering hum to the snapped statement sent vibrations through the trickster that made him groan.

Tony pulled away with a wet plop. "What? I'm doing exactly what you told me to do." He reached up and flicked his finger against his partner's erection. "If you want more you're gonna have to tell me. Explicitly." He knew his words had hit the mark when Loki's hand on his hair moved to grip the back of his neck, drawing him forwards again.

"…Damn you, Stark!"

"Coming from a God, that means a lot." Tony couldn't resist flicking his tongue out to tease the tip of Loki's erection again, but didn't proceed any further. Instead he glanced up at his partner with a smugly raised eyebrow. Well then?

"You are incorrigible." Loki's fingers traced the curve of Stark's jaw, running through the soft hair of his goatee. It was an almost-gentle touch, perhaps even going as far as to say sensual. "Fine." His voice dropped to a seductive murmur, barely heard over the running water. "I want you to use your mouth to make me undone. I want to feel the heat of you around every inch of me, tongue, mouth, teeth, throat, I want you to use them all." He brushed his thumb over Tony's lips as the man smirked up at him. "Think you can handle that?" His tone of voice made it sound like a threat and that was just all the more delicious. It wasn't for nothing that Loki had earned the name Silvertongue.

Tony's only reply was to do as he was told. To the very best of his ability.

And what an ability.

These were skills he'd perfected over a great many years and was more than happy to show-case the lot of them in each and every performance. It was an added bonus that he and Loki had enjoyed enough trysts for him to know every exquisite little trick to turn the God to putty in his hands.

The low groan told him that he was doing a good job.

Loki let his head fall back against the wet tiled wall with a thunk. Heat was pooling in his stomach, spiralling up from where his erection disappeared into that sinful mouth. His nails raked five thin lines across Tony's shoulder, the water washing away the blood that welled up. It must have stung but the human gave no reaction, save to increase the suction.

It was taking all of the God's will power to keep reasonably quiet, but when he suddenly felt a wet thumb breach his body it drew a loud cry from him.

"Ah! Stark!"

The human gave a muffled laugh that caused Loki to arch away from the wall, gripping his partner's hair hard enough to pull some strands free.

"Desist…ah! Desist messing around…and get on with it!"

Tony pulled away again. "You sure?" He twisted his thumb, grinning as Loki moaned loudly. "I'm rather enjoying myself down here."

"Stark…!" The warning snarl told Ironman that he should probably do as he was told if he didn't want to be introduced to a window at terminal velocity again. He sighed, but pulled away so that he could stand up.

Once again it was in their favour that Loki was the taller of the two of them as he was pushed up firmly against the tiles, hooking a leg around Tony's waist. The human didn't bother with checking that his partner was ready or not – other than not wanting to be disintegrated he had little other reason to really care for Loki's well-being. Instead he gripped both the God's thighs, lifting the taller man just enough to position himself at Loki's entrance. The rudimentary preparation probably wasn't entirely adequate, but Tony didn't give a damn and simply thrust up.

Loki snarled, digging his fingers into his partner's shoulders and thumping his head back into the wall again – he was probably going to have a large lump there by the end of the encounter. This gave Tony access to lean forward and sink his teeth into the God's pale throat, his hips snapping forwards. He felt sharp pain bloom across his shoulders and assumed that Loki's nails had broken the skin there. He couldn't care less.

"Stark…" The impatient groan was accompanied by a heel digging into the small of Tony's back and the human began thrusting up into the tight heat. He shifted his grip a little on Loki's thighs to attain a better angle and the trickster wrapped both legs around his waist so that Tony had to press him quite firmly into the wall to hold him up. He then realised that this actually made it easier for him to bury himself into the willing body in his arms, which he did with relish.

It was fast, frantic and entirely unrefined.

Nothing they ever did together was gentle, nothing was ever tender and their coupling would have looked like warfare to anyone observing. The bathroom had filled with heat and steam and the groans of the two men. Loki had pressed his head into Tony's shoulder, the position they were in not allowing him any freedom of movement so that all he could really do was hold on for the ride.

He felt Ironman's teeth digging into the side of his neck again and rolled his head to the side to allow better access, a deep moan spilling from his mouth. He was unable to reach between their bodies to grip his aching erection, but they were pressed so close together that he was getting the needed friction regardless. Maybe in another situation the God would have given more thought to how undignified it was to be fucked against a wall by a human, moaning like a whore. Yet he couldn't bring himself to care.

Maybe it was just another sign of how much his mind had broken, how far he had slipped from the thin line of sanity he'd once balanced on. Or maybe he had finally admitted to himself that Stark was the best partner he'd ever found. After all; if you want hard, uncaring sex who better to have it with than someone who actively hates you?

Of course, these thoughts weren't quite as coherent as all that and were widely interspersed with his harsh gasps and profanities.

Tony had noticed before how vocal his otherworldly partner could be and this time was no exception. He was glad that the bathroom was sound-proof – for this very reason – as the God's voice rose, Tony's own grunts joining the growing noise. He could feel the familiar heat growing in his belly and growled into Loki's neck, gripping the pale thighs in his hands tightly enough to bruise. He thrust into the warm body with more desperation, the water washing away the sweat beading on his skin. Loki was hissing his name – well, his surname anyway – over and over like a mantra and Tony hated how it raised his pulse to hear it.

He reached his peak far sooner than he expected, and was taken so fully by surprise that it pulled a strangled yelp from him. He felt Loki gripping him desperately as his hips shuddered to a halt and he buried his head in the trickster's shoulder until the stars faded from his vision.

"Stark…"

The desperate whine brought Tony down from his high enough to realise that there was still a firm hardness pressed against his stomach. Once he had regained enough brain function to move he managed to persuade the God to stand up and allowed his shaking legs to give way as he dropped down to his knees again.

Loki growled low in his throat as the inventor's mouth closed around his aching hardness and he gripped the man's hair tightly. He was close as it was and was already overly aware of Stark's prowess in the blow-job department; Tony knew just when to take the initiative and when to remain still and let the God simply plunder his mouth. It didn't take long for the overwhelming rush of pleasure to surge through Loki as he released down his partner's throat with a high moan.

"Ohhhhh."

Tony sat back on his heels, head now cleared a little from his own orgasm as Loki slid down the wall to sit infront of him. The trickster's eyes were closed, his mouth open and a flush painting his cheeks that made the inventor wish for a camera. Oh for a picture of a debauched God…

"I hope we aren't going to be interrupted by Miss Potts this time." Loki's voice was quiet, a smile on his face as he opened his eyes to meet Tony's gaze. His pupils were still blown wide and there was a hazy glaze to them that proved just how sated he was.

"Oh, I don't think so." Stark moved a little so that he could lean back against the wall opposite the trickster, slouched back so the water could wash him clean.

"Good. I don't feel like moving."

"Mmm, me neither." Tony stretched his leg out to bush his toes along Loki's thigh. The God cast a lazy glare at the encroaching limb, but seemed disinclined to do anything about it. "So."

"So?"

"So. Here's me, you, post-coital bliss, not trying to kill each other. Can I ask a question?"

Loki sighed heavily but nodded. "I feel that I would be unable to stop you." He ran his hand over Tony's foot as it brushed insistently against him. "What do you wish to know?"

The grin that languidly spread across Tony's face spelt trouble. "This will entirely ruin the mood, you know."

"There is no mood. We hate each other." The tricksters hand was now massaging the inventor's instep, causing Tony to moan softly.

"Hmm, very true. Absolutely loath each other."

"Indeed." Loki grinned lazily. "Your question?"

Tony cocked his head to one side, his eyes gleaming wickedly. "What's the largest number of people you've directly killed in one go?"

The trickster raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you wish to know?"

"I'm trying to see if it meets my 'Merchant of Death' days. And only humans; Jotun's don't count."

Loki huffed slightly in laughter before raising his gaze up to the shower head that was still pouring warm water over the both of them. He seemed to contemplate the question for a few moments before saying: "Well, I once shot an Archduke called Franz Ferdinand…?"

Tony started, sitting bolt upright. "What? That was you?!" He stared at the trickster in shock. "You started a world war?!"

"Oh it would have happened anyway, I just sped things up a little." Loki's grin became mischievous. "The war was always going to occur, with the way things were going. So in fairness, although I like to count that in my hit-list it's a bit of a cheat since I merely made it all happen a little earlier than otherwise planned." He realised that the genius was still staring at him and rolled his eyes. "For Valhalla's sake, Stark; you did ask."

"Yeah…Yeah I guess I did." Tony shook his head as if trying to erase the past few seconds of conversation. "So, um, if you don't really count that then dare I ask…?"

The God shrugged. "Directly, the most I've ever killed at the same time was roughly 1500. Give or take."

"That's…quite a few. I'm sure I don't want to know, but my curiosity will be the death of me. How…?"

"They said the ship was unsinkable. It wasn't."

Tony stared at the trickster for a very long time. Loki was leaning back against the wall so nonchalantly that it was almost impossible to believe what he was saying. Or it would have been if he were anyone other than the God of Mischief. The inventor wasn't even sure how to react to the news that his companion had sunk the Titanic and started World War One.

So he laughed.

It started off as a small snort, but quickly escalated into a full peal of heartfelt laughter that left Loki staring at him in bemusement.

"Stark, what in Odin's name…?"

"I can't believe I keep on fucking the guy that not only tried to take over my planet and threw me out a window, but also it transpires started wars and sunk famous ships."

The trickster smirked slightly at that. He could see the human's point. "If it's any consolation I have also aided a great number of people in battle."

"Like hell."

Loki folded his arms across his chest with a raised eyebrow. "How do you think Henry the Fifth managed to win Agincourt against such huge odds? The English hadn't had a prayer." He tapped a finger against his lips in thought. "And I gave the army of Wessex a helping hand when Alfred the Great reclaimed his kingdom from the Danes."

Tony frowned at that. "I thought the Danes worshiped you."

"They did. But that didn't stop them from invoking the name of my oh-so-glorious brother to aid them before combat."

"So out of spite you backed the opposite army and changed the course of British history for ever?"

The God grinned. "Why Stark, it's like you hardly know me at all."

Tony laughed and poked his partner's thigh with his toes again. "I can't believe I let you anywhere near me."

"I have heard it said that you have self-destructive tendencies."

"That's one explanation."

Loki smiled and for once it seemed a little more genuine and a little less like he was plotting how to kill Tony in inventive ways. "I need to depart, there are things I need to do and your computer will begin wondering why your shower has taken so long."

It was a good point and Tony also had things he should probably get back to rather than sit in the shower naked with an equally naked God of mischief. Just none that he could bring to mind right now. He nodded in agreement though, since JARVIS probably would be getting suspicious.

"Will you be turning up again anytime soon?" The human tried for nonchalance, but it came out more as hopeful.

"Maybe. If I feel like it." Loki shifted so that he was kneeling. "I'll see you around, Stark." He reached out and cupped his partner's cheek, drawing the inventor in close. Tony closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, but as he felt warm breath across his lips the trickster suddenly vanished, leaving only a ripple of laughter in the air.

Stark lent back against the shower wall with a groan. "God I hate that guy!"