Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers or any of the characters, I just borrow them for some fun

Notes: Thanks to my betas Lou and faeleverte, please don't blame any remaining mistakes on them, they are all mine.

This story takes place about two years after the events in the Avengers movie, Loki has found his way back to Earth and has crossed paths with the Avengers frequently.

Shit! Tony swore silently while he was dragged along to who knew where by Loki's magic. He really shouldn't have charged Loki the moment he was about to teleport away; they'd encountered him often enough that it should have been obvious what was about to happen. But no, he hadn't stopped to think, had just charged forward and tried to stop Loki. Now he was feeling as if he was being stretched and pressed together, falling apart and being rebuilt, all at the same time and he couldn't do anything but hold on to Loki's shoulders. Who knew what would happen if he let go, he might drop back to where they had vanished from, Loki's magic might keep dragging him along or he might end up stuck in this - nothingness, void, magic, whatever - they were travelling through. And whatever it was, Tony was certain he didn't want to be trapped here, it was the least pleasant place he'd ever been in. And yes, that included Afghanistan. There wasn't anything threatening about it, it just felt odd, wrong. Tony shuddered inside the suit.

It felt like an eternity - or was it just seconds? - then Tony dropped none too gently to the ground, hard enough to feel the impact even in the suit, and Loki stepped away from him. Tony tried to get up, but the suit seemed to have shut down and locked up, so he was trapped for the moment. He fought down the panic that threatened to rise when he realized that he was stuck here, helpless, with an enemy.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, that's what he was with his impulsive actions. Why couldn't he think first? Wasn't as if his brain wasn't up to the job, he was a genius after all. Oh, wait, he had thought it was a bad idea, but done it anyway, stupid, reckless idiot that he was sometimes.

While he was scolding himself, Tony tried to look around as much as possible with the suit powered down and the limited movement he had. Loki was standing next to him and staring down with a curious expression. Then he crouched down and moved his hands to Tony's helmet, felt around it. Fuck, Tony held his breath, there wasn't anything he could do if Loki decided to kill him now.

"Your suit will not work in here." Loki told him when he lifted the face plate away after some fumbling to find the opening mechanism. He was surprisingly careful; he didn't even seem to damage anything as far as Tony could tell. What the hell was going on here?

Loki raised an eyebrow, but when Tony didn't speak he turned around with a shrug. "I'm going to get more comfortable, if you have a way to get out of the suit let me know. Or you can just stay on the floor of my living room until I have decided what to do with you. It is entirely up to you." With that he vanished through a doorway, out of Tony's rather limited field of vision.

Tony's thoughts raced. Out of the suit? Make himself even more vulnerable to Loki? At least he'd be able to move then and would not trapped in his own armour - which wouldn't do him much good against Loki's magic anyway. Wait, Loki's living room? Loki had teleported them to his apartment? He HAD an apartment? Still lost in thought he almost missed when Loki came back through the door, now clad in a pair of well worn looking black jeans and a dark green long-sleeve. He really seemed to like those colours. His bare feet made almost no noise when he walked back to Tony.

"So, how do I get you out of this? Or have you decided to stay where you are?" Loki tilted his head and studied the suit. Tony just stared up at him. "Anything wrong? It really isn't like you to be that quiet. If I have to put up with you at my apartment, you could at least be entertaining." Loki smirked.

Somehow that smirk got to Tony, and he grinned back. "I thought the guests should be entertained and, since this is your place, I'm the guest here."

Loki gave an amused chuckle at that. "Then tell me how to get you out of this thing." He gestured at the suit. "It will be much easier to show you my hospitality when I do not have to step around or over you every time I want to cross my living room." His eyes sparkled with amusement.

Tony shrugged, which was of course entirely lost on Loki since he was still stuck inside the suit. What did he have to lose? So he began to talk Loki through removing his suit, beginning with his right arm. As soon as his arm was free, he helped to remove part after part until they had disassembled the suit far enough for him to get up and out of it. The moment he was on his feet and looked around, Loki waved his hand and the windows darkened, electrical lights turned on.

"I am sorry, but I will not give away the location of this place to you; I would hate to move again after I have just put up all my protections here." Loki grinned. "And they seem to work perfectly, judging from the state your suit is in."

Tony swore under his breath, but he had to admit that whatever Loki had done to shut the suit down, it was effective. And since the suit was down, he couldn't even run any scans of the area or contact the rest of the team. Well, at least the arc reactor wasn't affected, so he wasn't in any immediate danger of dying. At least he assumed he wasn't. Why would Loki have bothered to get him out of the suit if he wanted to kill him anyway? And there was no need to hide the location of his apartment if he didn't intend to let Tony out of here alive.

"So, I assume you're not going to kill me - not that I'm complaining about that. What's the plan?" Tony looked around the living room while he turned around to face Loki. Big, comfortable looking sofas and TV to one side, open to the kitchen on the other side with a breakfast bar separating the two areas. A door - front door? - next to the kitchen, another door to the right, where Loki had vanished earlier to change. Well, should be a bedroom then.

When Tony finally looked at Loki, Loki had an amused smile on his face, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Are you quite done with taking stock of my apartment?" He turned around and walked over to the larger of the two sofas, then flopped down on it before looking back at Tony. "Plan? I initially wanted to teleport home and get some rest before making a better plan of attack. One that wouldn't get Thor and the rest of your team involved so I would actually be able acquire what I came for." He paused, then continued with a smirk when Tony just kept standing next to the pieces of his armour that were scattered on the floor. "Since you decided to tag along when I teleported back, I of course have to change it a bit. But I'm nothing if not creative."

Tony snorted at that. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, how could I know that you'd take me with you?"

"Now you know, so please do me a favour and refrain from doing so again." Loki still looked at him with that disconcerting, amused expression. "I will have to teleport you out of here later, so you can not come back with weapons blazing as you are so fond of doing. But for now, I have to rest, since dragging you and that armour of yours around depleted my energy too much to just transport you back." Another pause, a raised eyebrow. "Are you going to stand there all day long, or will you sit down already? This is going to get ridiculous. And no, you will not be able to just walk out the front door, I have made sure that it will not open for you."

Tony turned around to look at the door, tempted to try it. Loki was the God of lies after all. Then he shrugged, turned back and walked over to the two-seater sofa that stood at a right angle to the one Loki had flopped down on.

"So, you're not going to kill me, you're just going to magic me out of here as soon as your magic batteries are recharged? Not that I'm complaining about the not killing thing..." Tony's voice trailed off. He sat down on the sofa that actually was as comfortable as it looked. And why did Loki seem to be so amused by all this? Tony hated it when he couldn't read people, couldn't anticipate what to say and do to manipulate them.

"Why should I kill you? You are the most entertaining element of the Avengers, and killing you would take all the fun out of the fights." Loki looked honestly amused, but then his face turned serious. "And you should have noticed by now that I'm not a murderer. I like chaos, I do what I have to in order to achieve my goals, but I try not to take lives if I can avoid it."

Tony thought about that for a moment, and had to admit that Loki was right. During the past two years all encounters with him had ended with no or almost no casualties - and even then they had been the cause of accidents during their fights, not planned kills by Loki. The one and only exception, although it was a huge one, was their first encounter when Loki had led the Chitauri to them.

"I won't argue with you about that. But you can't really blame me, when we first met you tried to kill me by defenestration..." Tony grinned. "But you are right, apart from that one time you have been one of our least lethal opponents." Did he imagine the shudder running through Loki when he mentioned their first encounter? Probably not, but he didn't really know what it meant, didn't have enough data. Well, if nothing else he could use his forced stay here to learn about their enemy. "So, you don't have unlimited magic powers? Never really thought about that..."

"Fighting tires you, isn't that correct?" Loki interrupted him. "So does the use of magic, and complicated magic like teleportation requires that I am able to concentrate on where to go. Or would you rather end up stuck inside a wall? Or be stranded in between, in the place we had to go through? Because both are things I'd rather avoid, since they are not pleasant at all. There is no doubt that I could get myself out of both situations again, but I would have to leave you behind. And with no magic of your own, that would most likely be a death sentence. So do me a favour, be quiet and let me get some rest."

"Kind of makes sense. But what am I supposed to do while you lounge on the sofa?" Tony looked around: except for the TV there was nothing even remotely technological he might work on, his connection with Jarvis cut, no StarkTab anywhere near to play with, not even real books to read. "You could at least offer me a drink, I did offer you one in the middle of a fight."

"Because you intended to distract me, and even if it pains me, I have to give you credit for being successful about that." Loki gestured towards the kitchen. "Feel free to find yourself a drink or some food in the kitchen, just stop bothering me. I do not care if you are bored, I want to rest."

With that Loki turned his attention to the TV that he had flicked on while he was talking. He switched through a few channels and settled on one with Doctor Who re-runs. Hmm, Tony would never have thought Loki would be into sci-fi or Doctor Who, but well, stranger things had happened.

He shrugged and got up to inspect the kitchen more closely. It was immaculately clean, but looked well used, with a decently sized fridge and freezer, a gas stove, electric kettle, simple but high quality coffee maker and a shiny toaster oven. A quick glance at the fridge and a short search through the cupboards didn't reveal any alcohol, so Tony decided to make coffee instead. He would have prefered a stronger drink, but coffee was still better than water - or some of the more unidentifiable, unlabeled things he had spotted in the fridge. Tony guessed Loki would have warned him if there was anything lethal in there - at least judging from the fact that he hadn't killed Tony yet - but he wasn't going to take any risks. Otherwise the fridge was rather well stocked, confirming his suspicion that Loki actually did cook his own meals. Huh, another surprising discovery to file away for later use.

The coffee maker finished with a loud gurgle a few minutes later and Tony decided on a whim to take some to Loki. He grabbed two big mugs out of the cupboard over the coffee maker and filled them, then took them over to the living area.

"I hope you like your coffee strong and black, because that's what I've got here." With that he held one mug out to Loki, who first gave him an undecipherable look, but then took the coffee with an almost-smile.

"Thank you, that sounds absolutely perfect right now."

Tony smiled at himself when he sat down on the sofa again. Who would have thought that he'd have something like a civil conversation with Loki and watch TV with him?

They sat in surprisingly comfortable silence for a while, just sipping their coffee and relaxing. But Tony wouldn't be himself if he could sit still for long without doing anything, so he started to fidget and tried to think of anything he could do to stave off the boredom. The TV had stopped being interesting right when the ads came on, and they would last for way too long. Who needed all this crap anyway?

"Sit still and shut up already, or I will have to make you." Loki's annoyed voice broke through Tony's thoughts. Had he been talking out loud? He tended to do that sometimes when he was lost in thought... Wait, had Loki just threatened to shut him up?

"I'd like to see you try." Tony shot back, suddenly angry. It wasn't his fault that he was bored out of his mind with nothing to do. After all he hadn't planned on being stuck here.

A devilish grin spread over Loki's face, then faster than Tony would have believed possible, he got up from his sofa and in one fluid motion threw himself at Tony who was still sitting on the other one, one leg folded under himself. Loki's weight pinned Tony down, bordering on painful where both their weight suddenly pressed one of his legs into the cushions. Loki's hands pressed into the back of the sofa, to both sides of Tony's head.

"What? Am I supposed to be scared now?" Tony snarled and tried to push Loki off with both hands to his chest. He would never admit that the unexpected move had actually scared him for a moment. When Loki didn't move an inch, Tony pressed as hard as he could, still to no avail. Oh, right, demi-god; he wasn't as muscular as Thor, but still stronger than a human. Tony had almost forgotten about that, now that Loki was not wearing his armour. Loki's grin just became predatory when he seemingly effortlessly held his position. "Get off me!" Tony gave one last push before he gave it up as useless.

"Are you quite done now?" Loki tilted his head questioningly. "You have met my brother, what makes you think that you are a match for me? Just because I don't share his obvious muscles, I am still stronger than any mere mortal like you." Now the grin turned mischievous. Tony hated to have his own thoughts turned back at him.

Honestly, how many different types of smiles, smirks and grins could one person have? And why was Tony still so calm? He didn't feel in danger from Loki, despite the way he was trapped by him right now. But what did this grin mean? Tony couldn't read Loki at all, but having him this close, on top of him, made Tony's body react in entirely inappropriate ways. He could just hope that Loki wouldn't notice. And why was Loki still staring at him with that infuriating grin? Tony took a deep breath to calm himself and to get his traitorous body under control.

Suddenly Loki's grin widened to a real smile. "So that's what it takes to shut you up? This should be fun."

Before Tony could begin to understand or react, Loki pressed even closer to him and caught his mouth in a harsh kiss. All thoughts had vanished from Tony's mind: he just kissed back, twisted his hands in Loki's shirt and pulled him closer. It was more bite and fight for dominance than kiss, but neither of them cared. Tony tasted blood, not sure if it was his or Loki's. He didn't care either way - quite the opposite. Did he like Loki? Hell no, but right now he wanted him, wanted to fuck him or get fucked by him - whatever. Wipe that infuriating grin off Loki's face, make him come undone with pleasure. Everything, anything, just more.

He heard a moan, not sure if it was his or Loki's, or if it came from both of them. His hands tugged more violently at Loki's shirt, made it rip at the seam. Loki pulled back suddenly at the sound of tearing fabric, lips swollen, pupils dilated, breathing heavily - Tony guessed he didn't look any different. A small movement of Loki's right hand, lips moving in a whisper Tony couldn't hear, then they were both naked. Huh, Loki seemed to be just as impatient as he was. Now it was Tony's turn for a smug smile.

"Guess even a Norse god can't resist Tony Stark," he quipped.

"Stop talking, or I'll have to take more drastic measures to ensure your silence." Loki almost snarled before he shifted them both with another one of his too fast movements, so they were stretched out on the sofa. Tony's head was awkwardly bent by the armrest, one of his legs dangled down, but then Loki was on top of him, pressed against him, skin on skin and none of his discomfort mattered any more.

They resumed their furious kissing, hands roughly exploring the other's body. There was nothing gentle or slow about it and they would both have bruises and scratches to show for it, but neither of them seemed to care.

Tony had given up fighting for control. Loki's body pushing him into the sofa, strong hands pressing just hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain, teeth nipping and biting just this side of too hard; it felt just too good to resist. Then Loki shifted, their erections rubbed against each other between their bodies, not slick enough, too rough, just perfect.

"Fuck!" Tony moaned and arched up to meet Loki's thrusts against his body.

"As you wish..." Loki chuckled against Tony's neck, where he had been leaving a bite mark.

Another sudden shift and Tony's arms were pressed up over his head, then held there by one strong, long fingered hand. He took in a sharp breath and tensed when he found himself helplessly pinned to the sofa without apparent effort from Loki. He was suddenly very aware of the facts that Loki and he were enemies and that he was completely naked and helpless.

Loki grinned down at him, then leaned in close so he could whisper in Tony's ear, "Please don't tell me you have changed your mind." His lips brushed Tony's ear, breath hot on his skin. "Because I want to fuck you so hard that you forget everything, even how to talk, and come all over yourself without a single touch to your cock." Tony gasped for air at the strong surge of lust that ran through him at those words, but at the same time he was afraid of what Loki could do to him; without the suit he didn't stand a chance against him. Loki had pulled back far enough to look down at Tony, to take in the emotions flitting over his face. He still kept Tony pinned to the sofa, but his expression turned serious. "If you don't want this, you should speak up now before I go any further. Do you want me to stop? I still don't like you, but I won't take what isn't freely offered."

Tony didn't know how to answer to that, but his fear subsided - he felt strangely safe here with his enemy, even in his current helpless state. He didn't want to stop, his whole body throbbed with arousal. Loki still hadn't moved, kept looking at him with curiosity. Tony made a conscious effort to relax and to gain at least some sense of control back, and took a deep breath. He put one of his well practiced lascivious smiles on his face.

"Who said anything about stopping?" An answering smile spread on Loki's face when Tony continued. "And two ridiculously hot guys like us don't need to like each other to get off." At that Loki chuckled.

"Comparing yourself with a god? That is a bit arrogant, don't you think?"

"Well, you were the one who jumped me..." Tony got interrupted by another bruising kiss and Loki's body pressing close to him again. He thrust his hips up to get more friction and moaned in the kiss when their erections brushed against each other.

Loki still had Tony's hands pinned over his head with one hand, the other kept moving over Tony's body, scratching, pinching, pressing almost too hard and just right. Suddenly there was a slick finger gliding over his balls, behind them, pushing against his entrance. Tony tensed again, he could still feel both of Loki's hands on other parts of his body. He turned his head to break the kiss.

"What..." Tony gasped.

"Magic can be quite useful sometimes." Loki murmured against his cheek. "Relax. It is not much different than using a toy, and I can keep my hands on you." A sharp pinch on Tony's left nipple made him gasp, and he relaxed a bit. "Believe me, I know what I am doing."

The fact that Loki tried to reassure him and didn't just push to get what he wanted did more for Tony to relax him than the actual words. They might be enemies, would certainly fight again, but this - right now - was consensual; he could stop it if he really wanted to. And if he was honest with himself, he didn't want it to stop. Again he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then turned his head back to claim Loki's lips in another heated kiss. He couldn't do much else, pinned to the sofa as he was, and as much as he wanted to take some control, to touch Loki, to perhaps pin him down for a change, he had to admit that Loki definitely knew what he was doing. His hands, lips, teeth and whatever kind of magic he was using soon had Tony trembling with lust. He spread his legs as far as he could and moved his hips in time with the thrusts of the slick, slightly cool magic invading his body.

It felt so good, but wasn't enough, not much bigger than a single finger, Tony wanted more. Loki was still devouring his mouth, and he couldn't demand, ask, beg for more. Suddenly the pressure inside changed, the whatever it was in him grew, was wider and longer, stretched him while it still thrust in and out of his body at a maddeningly slow pace, only brushing his prostrate every so often. Tony whined in frustration, his cock was throbbing between their bodies. Every time Tony arched up to get more friction, Loki pulled back, kept the contact maddeningly light: it drove him crazy.

Then, finally the pressure inside reduced again, vanished completely and Loki pulled back. He stared down at Tony with his startling green eyes. "I will let go of your hands now, do not move."

"Does that mean you're finally going to fuck me?" Tony was surprised at how hoarse and needy he sounded.

"Since you are asking so nicely." Loki grinned, then lowered himself on top of Tony again. His cock brushed against Tony's ass, then, way too slowly, he pushed inside.

A needy whine escaped Tony, and he tried to push back, get more of Loki inside him.

"I thought I told you not to move." Loki pulled back again, until only the head of his cock was still inside of Tony. Who did he think he was? Tony would not let Loki control him like that, now that he wasn't pinned down any more. With a growl he gripped Loki by the back of the neck, his other hand scratching down the god's back hard enough to draw blood and make Loki hiss.

"Stop playing games with me!" Tony growled and bit down hard on Loki's neck. "Fuck me or get off so I can take care of myself."

"I was wondering how far I could push you." Loki laughed.

Then, finally, he began to move, hard and fast and just right. The sex was as frenzied and violent as their kissing had been earlier, it couldn't last long. After only a few minutes Tony was close - and judging from the way Loki's thrusts got more erratic, he wasn't far behind. Tony let go of Loki's neck and reached between their bodies, jerking himself off. Just a few hard strokes later his orgasm slammed through his body, he arched up and came with a loud groan. Before he had completely come down, Loki gave one last hard thrust and stilled, then came as well. He had his head thrown back and was biting his already swollen and bruised lower lip, then he collapsed on top of Tony.

After they had both caught their breath again, Loki moved off Tony's body. When he slipped free of his ass Tony hissed at the slight discomfort - he was going to be quite sore. Not that he minded, the sex had been way too good to regret any lingering pains. A quick gesture and a few murmured words from Loki and they were both cleaned up.

"Huh, magic really is quite useful sometimes." Tony would have been content to just stay on the sofa for a while longer, but Loki threw his clothes at him.

"I have not gotten as much rest as I had planned, but I can take you out of here now. Get dressed and put your suit on, then we can leave." With that Loki walked towards his bedroom and left Tony alone in the living room that still smelled of sex.

Tony looked at Loki's retreating back, admiring the view for as long as he could - and taking some pride in the fact that he wasn't the only one who would have visible marks from their encounter. Deep scratches down his back stood out red against Loki's pale skin and there was a bite mark right where shoulder met neck. With a grin Tony forced himself up from the sofa and got dressed.

When he was about halfway done putting on the suit, Loki reappeared once again wearing his armour and coat and even the helmet. Without a word he helped Tony to get the rest of the suit on: he obviously remembered how the parts fit together from when he had taken it apart earlier. Tony was glad because the suit still was dead and did not move, so he couldn't have put it on alone - and he certainly didn't want to leave it behind.

Loki stepped in front of him and put both arms around Tony's waist. "It was much more entertaining to have you here than I would have thought." He had barely finished his sentence when Tony felt the strange sensations of being teleported again - it wasn't any more pleasant the second time around. Then he found himself on a small clearing surrounded by trees, the suit booted up. Hmm, Central Park, not far from home. Loki took a step back, grinned at Tony and disappeared.

Well, that might not have gone as he had planned when he charged Loki during the battle, but it turned out it wasn't the stupidest idea he had ever had. Maybe he should do it again next time they had to fight Loki, if it could lead to more wild sex. With a grin Tony took off to fly back to the tower and contacted the rest of the team to let them know he was okay.