"Don't you even think about it." Loki growled.

"I ain't gonna hurt you, just wanna put this on you." Tony said holing up something. "It won't hurt."

Snorting Loki folded his arms. "Your after the milk. Your not getting any."

"You do know this cell restricts your magic."

"You are not getting the milk. I may not be able to use magic but I am not weak."

Slowly Tony came closer watching as Loki glared at him more. He was almost close enough to at least touch him when Loki punched him in the gut.

"Hey!" A voice called.

Loki looked up to see Captain America. "He asked for it."

Sighing he helped Tony up and took him out of the cell leading him back up to the rec room. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking whatever one else is thinking, which is; Get the damn milk."

"You can't just go in there thinking he'll give it up and besides… should we really be drinking his milk? I mean it's strange…" Steve covered his face embarrassed. "He's a guy and producing milk and we all want to drink it?"

"Come on Cap we all fill it. We need that milk."

"No, we don't!"

"Well you can say that but I want some more. I'll be in my lab if you need me but don't need me."

In his lab Tony continued to try and think of away to get the milk from Loki… but how. Leaning back he was thinking about it when he saw on one of his screens two very determined assassins both together heading towards Loki's cell.

He wondered what they would do but they ended up leaving after talking ti over but they felt it too. The intense urge to have that milk. Tony was thinking about how to get it. For a moment he thought about shooting Loki with a sleeping dart.

That should do the trick. Fixing with one up he loaded it and walked back to the elevator and went down back to where the cell was. This time Loki seemed to be deep in thought when the door opened and he glared at him.

"I thought I told you that you won't get any milk."

"Yeah, I know." Tony aimed. "But I really can't help it."

"Don't even- Ow! Stark!"

"Oh, come on it didn't hurt that much."

"What was that?" Loki growled.

He didn't have to wait long before he felt a wave of sleep pulling him. Loki shook his head as his mind started to fog but it didn't pull him complete into the state of sleep so he was aware that his shirt was being opening and reached out and slapped Stark across the face and the other grunted but continued to try and get the damn breast pumps on the god but even when half drugged Loki was putting up a struggle and just when Tony he got them on Loki grabbed at the hose and tore it.

"Damn it!"

"Foolish mortal you think I would allow you to take the milk?! Even Thor could barely get a half gallon form me!"

"Well there's only one other way… Welp, here it goes."

"Here what goes- GAHH?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Loki screethched in horror and shock.

Latching onto one of the nipple Tony started to suck in his mind trying to think of something else other than the fact he was breast feeding form his enemy, who was a man, when the warm milk slid into his mouth and down his throat.

It was just the best think he had ever tasted and it was even better when it was warmish-hot, closing his eyes he felt at complete peace until he realized that tow hands where yanking at his hair causing pain but Tony didn't want to let go. Instead he fought harder to keep holding until he had his fill.

And than was suddenly tosses into the wall. Groaning he left as Loki struggled to clear his fogged mind.

Loki sighed as he relaxed against his cell bed. he honestly didn't know how much long he could fend off Stark. it had been three days since the first time and since than the mortal had been trying everything to get the milk again and with his idiot brother now knowing of the contraption that could retrieve the milk with less waste and all he had to do was pin Loki down but Loki wasn't going down with a fight.

As he drifted into thought he almost missed the feeling of someone watching him. Looking up he frowned deeply seeing both The Hawk and Black Widow both looking in through the glass window on the door, their eyes determined and frustrated. Loki was surprised that they would be the second to attempt to drink from him.

Of course Loki knew that Thor would have told them not to drink anymore milk so they would have to go behind their fellow Avenger's back and get it right from the God of Mischief and even without his magic it would be difficult.

They walked in looking at the scowling villain and he stood crossing his arms.

"Just let us have it and we won't hurt you." Clint said glaring.

"We'll leave right after." Natasha added.

"Leave now. You not getting my milk. You should know that what your feeling is addiction and it will pass in a month. Now go - GAHHHHH...! GET OFF OF ME! "

Natasha and Clint both leaped at him trying to pin Loki. He fought them pushing them away but when one went down the other got right back up. Clint manage to get one arm down and Loki punched him making him almost fall off but Widow got his other arm and pinned it to the mattress. Growling Loki used his other hand and managed to hit Barton hard and he stumbled.

However this gave widow enough time to pull his shirt up and she latched on to the left nipple and gave a hard duck making Loki yelp in pain, hissing he moving to hit her with his fist when it was suddenly pinned and he realized he was trapped as her friend and fellow Avenger latched on too. Gritting his teeth he was hissed. They were too rough.

"Slowly down you fools! ….! Damn it that hurts!"

To the god's surprise they did slowly down. He was worried though. They would be more tempted to come after him now. The Milk was a warmish-hot and that made it even better. Cursing he remembered the time long ago when he was on Midgard with Thor and he had turned himself into a milk maid to seduce a man and he just happened to be lactating at the time and the man had tried to keep him there just to drink the milk.

In the end Thor and him left and the mortal went insane and killed himself. Smirking at the memory Loki thought it was funny. Jolting a little he glared down at the two. Didn't these two ever drink their own Mother's milk?! No teeth damn it!

Suddenly one fo them relaxed but Loki knew it was too soon to move. Waiting for a few more minutes he felt them both relax enough but he wasn't willing to risk himself being bitten and bleeding, so another two minutes passed by when they two were both relaxed and not using teeth.

Bam!

The two spies hit the floor hard as Loki had kicked them both hard in the stomach. It wasn't excepted so they had to hold their stomachs the air knocked out of them. Loki stood up and pulled down his shirt, walking over to them glaring down at them.

"I'm guessing your both Motherless idiots or you wouldn't have used your teeth." He turned. "Next time you two won't be so lucky."

Who do you think should be next? ;D