Chapter 2
"A clever design"
"Pepper you sweet beautiful angel, you do still love me!" Tony's stomach growls loudly as the tantalizing smell of cheeseburgers waft from his room. He spies the brown package, half transparent with grease sitting on his bedside table.
"Oh man, I need this." Tony hobbles over to his bed on his crutches and scoots his butt over the neatly made sheets. He peels the sticky note off the bag and transfers it from finger to finger, then sticks it on the table.

Good morning Tony!
Sorry I missed you, I hope your x-rays went well.
I brought you a present, so please be good.
xoxo
Pepper
PS I took my phone back and left yours.
If you change my wallpaper one more time to that photo of Happy in his underwear,
I will tell him what you did to his birthday present for you.
Seriously Tony, I mean it.
"Ok, Ok, I'm sorry. Bad Tony." He says and slaps his own hand. "Now that punishment is over, Time for a reward!" He pulls the staples open on the bag and lays his spoils around him. One large box of fries, heavily seasoned and the chief source of grease marks on the bag. Two obscenely large foil wrapped burgers, dripping meat juice. He stops to lick his fingers clean and pulls out the last large item, a slightly warm can of root beer.
"Aww pep, the pain meds arn't that strong" he whines, wishing it was a real beer.
He digs around and fishes out a few packets of sauces along with the slightly damp napkins.
He opens the packages of mayo and ketchup and places the gobs on a napkin for a makeshift plate. The deliciously tantalizing burger is unwrapped, and Tony's mouth waters at the sight of perfectly cooked beef, sharp cheddar cheese oozing down the sides, and the ridiculous amounts of onions and hot peppers that are soaking into the gourmet seed bun. He open his mouth and shoves as much in as he can chew. He cant help himself and he moans as the savoury and spicy flavours roll over his tongue. This is the first solid food he's had in nearly two weeks.


Tony quickly chews and takes another gooey bite. The sauce starts to drip down his elbow, but he simply licks it off, and wolfs down another piece. He finished off the entire first burger before finally giving in and chugging half the can of warm soda. The fries are his next victim in his ravenous attack and they are quickly dipped in mayo and ketchup before being brought to his wanting lips. Finishing them, he begins to feel full, and takes his time with the last burger, savouring every artery-clogging mouthful. He washes the burger down with the last of the soda, and belches happily. "Thank you Miss Potts!" He laughs and rolls up the foil wrappers and flings them at the garbage can across the room. He misses with both burger wrappers, but gets the carry out bag and pop can in.

His chief biological need sated, Tony turns to the other lacking points of his body. Namely his curiosity.
"Time to see what everyone is up too." He hums and picks up his crystal phone. "Jarvis, How's the surveillance piggybacking going?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D camera feeds have been hacked and are ready for viewing sir. What would you like to see?" Jarvis pipes up from his phone.
"Keep an eye on my hall, and warn me if anyone comes." Tony states.

"Certainly sir, anything else?"
"Bring up Loki's cell. I want camera control and sound."
He watches the little screen flicker to life, and tapes it twice to pull back the image.
Apparently Fury had taken to the "Ant" and "Boot" approach to containing Loki. At the top of his clear, round prison cell, balances an immensely large solid metal cylinder. Tony realizes that it is taller than the height of the prison, but not wider. It is just narrow enough to fit perfectly into Loki's cell, potentially crushing him like the bug Fury considered him. Tony estimated the ceiling block at close to a hundred tonnes.
"Jarvis, disable the unlocking mechanism, I don't want that weight moving a nanometre." He barks, and Tony feels the warm stirring of rage pool in his belly.
"I'm sorry sir, the release appears to be solely mechanical in nature. There is nothing for me to interface with."
Tony grunts in frustration. He pans the camera down, and watches Loki pace in his cell like a caged animal.

"Why do you continue to pester me mortal?" Loki grumbles, and Tony widens the view to encompass the figure sitting in a foldout chair. The small woman is straddling the chair backwards, arms folded against the backrest. She tosses her light coloured shoulder length curls and Tony watches her adjust her ridiculous neon coloured horn rimmed glasses in annoyance.
"We've discussed this Loki, My name is Abigail, or Dr. chase. And I'm here to observe and question you. Its my job." She says with a huff and scrawls notes on a pink notepad.
"What could you possibly gain that you have not already observed in the last three hours? In the past days you have watched me? And If you are truly here to observe then do so silently, and stop pestering me with your inane questions." Loki growls and presses his fist against the glass.
"Why don't you want me to watch you? Have something to hide?" Doctor Abigail says deliberately provoking him.
Tony watches Loki increase the speed of his pacing and he can imaging the obscenities Loki is muttering under his breath. "You wont be going anywhere for a long time, might as well make this easy on yourself and tell me what happened to Tony." She quips and pauses with her fluffy feathered pen ready.
Tony watches Loki flinch at the mention of his name, and his heart goes out to his caged companion.
"Why did you take him Loki? Did you enjoy keeping him? And why return him, just to kill him?" She prods the green god with questions until he can't stand it any longer.
Loki charges at the glass, stopping a hairbreadth from the wall. "I DID NOT HARM HIM!" He spits, and tony watches the lights flicker on his screen a moment before they flicker in his own room.
"Then how did his leg get broken, and how did he get all those little marks over his body? There was a reasoning behind them, tribal, yet I cant find the meaning. Care to elaborate?" Abigail pokes him again, and Loki is driven over the edge.
He screams in frustration, and the Psychologist flinches in her chair. "I have no cause to explain his injuries to you! What happened is between myself and Anthony."
"Anthony? Now we're getting somewhere." She sighs and punches something on a remote hidden in her jacket. The feed from Loki's cell sputters, then freezes completely.

Tony irritably flicks the screen with his fingers. "Jarvis, get that camera back!"
"Overriding S.H.I.E.L.D lock down protocol, one moment."
The screen flickers and the camera blinks back on. "Good." Tony snorts.
"-intimate between you?" the psychologist asks, her voice softened. "No one can see or hear you now, I swear."
Loki wanders in his cell, thinking. Tony watches as he sits on the edge of his cot, and he forgets to breathe, as Loki stares directly into the camera. Loki gives him a soft and slightly mischievous smile.
"A dream." Loki says, eyes fixed on him still.

The cascading music reaches a dramatic point, and Tony tilts his head appreciatively.
Loki extends his hand. "Would you care to dance?" he says, and bows politely.
He clasps Loki's outstretched hand. "I would be honored." he nods.
Loki leads him on the dance floor, and stops in the center of a beautiful mosaic of a sun and moon . Tony watches as Loki raises his right arm, and places it firmly on his upper back. Tony places his arm on top of his, and rests it gently on the curve of Loki's shoulder. Loki slips his left hand around Tony's right, and leads him in a few close steps.
"I have to admit, I'm not a terrific dancer." Tony blushes as he stumbles slightly.
Loki pulls him a little closer. "Then we shall have to practice more, my dear."

The beautiful image flashes before his eyes, and Tony's heart aches fiercely in his chest. He twists his fingers in the sheet and listens intently to Loki.
"But perhaps that is all it was." Loki says, averting Tony's gaze through the camera lens.
"Loki, you dummy. You know that's not true." he whispers, and he watches as the corner of Loki's mouth twitches in a half smile.
"Tell me about this dream of yours." The physiologist asks, real kindness in her voice. Loki shakes his head.
"Loki, tell me then, please?" Tony whispers. Somehow he knows Loki can hear him.
The captive god sighs on his cot. "Very well." he starts, speaking to Abigail. But Tony knows Loki's words are meant for him. "In our darkest moment together, I helped Stark to create an escape. I proved the means, and he designed the dream."

The memories roll over Tony's mind. Dancing in the grand castle ballroom, the chase through the forest, and... the lake... and him skinny dipping with- Whoa. He did that? With Loki?
Tony's face flushes uncomfortably hot, and he fidgets in his bed.
I had sex with Loki. In my dream. Oh... I stand corrected, Dreams.
Tony gets several more images of ridiculously romantic scenarios. A snowed-in cabin in the dead of winter, A midnight hot-tub with way to much champagne. The back seat of his car as the sun sets over the mountains.
There is no way he got those ideas on his own.
He had a sneaking suspicion Loki pulled ideas from his mind first. Especially the cottage, he wasn't that cheesy.
"You hopeless romantic." He sighs and pokes the image of Loki on the screen.

"And what happens in these "dreams" Loki?" Dr. Abigail asks politely.
Loki sits on the edge of his bed and flashes a genuine smile at the camera. "Whatever we wanted. Whatever we needed to happen."
"Ah." The doctor nods and leans froward in the chair, tipping it on the front legs. "I understand."
"Do you?" Loki questions, striking an intimidating stance.
"People bond over the strangest things Loki. It seems that your time together has changed you. I've seen the tapes from your earlier incarceration. Your demeanor, your posture, and your tone, all you carefully controlled to let people see what you wanted them to see. A monster to be punished and a creature to be feared."

Loki's calm face twists in a sneer from her words, but she holds up a hand, placating him.
"I wasn't finished. You wanted them to hate you, you wanted them to bring you to your knees. That kind of thinking comes from heavy abuse Loki." The psychologist sets her chair back down and sighs. "You were held prisoner before, and I'm guessing from your reactions, by the same people who caught you last week. But now, your manor has changed. I can see it in your eyes, and the lighter way you speak. It may be slight, but something happened with Tony and you, something that has drawn a piece of yourself out into the open, bared for all the world to see. It huts to expose yourself so much, so you hide it with covers of anger and fear. Whatever your relationship is, do not punish yourself for it, for wanting it. Everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves someone to love, and be loved in return."
Tony lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Loki..." He whispers, and is seized by an uncontrollable tide of emotions. He fluctuates from rage, directed at the frost giants for what they did to him and Loki, to a fierce protective urge. Lastly he is gripped with unyielding purpose. His mind, a few steps ahead of his body, forms a plan he knows instantly will work.
"Jarvis, I want the GPS location for this base immediately!"

If Loki knows where we are, He'll get us out of this mess.

"Sir, S.H.I.E.L.D is blocking any outgoing signals. I can not get a fix on your location without a hardline." Jarvis replies, and Tony frantically looks around for his phone charger.
"Come-on pep. Where'd you put it..." He spies the little bundle behind the clock, and unwraps it. He sticks the flat linking conduit against the phone and holds the wall plug end in his hand.
"Need a knife..." Tony stumbles for his crutches and hops off the bed. He pockets the phone in his scrubs.( he refused to wear a gown after the Thor incident in the shower and Pepper argued with him until they decided that scrubs would be acceptable patient wear. ) He makes it to the door, and stops as a particularly large agent blocks the doorway. Tony immediately flips the agent's badge on his lapel. "Castiel is it? Listen I need you to do me a favor. I need..."

What could he possibly need...

"Gum!" He states with a false cheery tone. The agent's eyebrow nearly disappears into his dark brown hair in suspicion. "Gum, Mr Stark?" He asks incredulously.
"Call me Tony and yes, like at least thee packets of gum. Make one of them wintergreen. And none of that sugar free crap either. Now move."
"Absolutely not. I am here to guard your room, not to play fetch." The agent crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"But I really, really need it." he breathes into his hand, and scrunches his nose at the smell of his breath. " Two Cheeseburgers, extra onions, extra spicy. My mouth is literally on fire." Tony fans his fans his face with his hand for added effect.
Castiel chuckles at this and Tony presses his luck, playing off the agents humor. "Come on man, help me out here. There is a really hot nurse on her way to check my vitals in like, five minutes, and I cant very well hit on her with breath like this can I?"

I don't really mean it Loki, I swear.

The agent laughs and Tony goes for the close. "You'd be doing me a huge favor! You'd be my wing man! Tony and Castiel, the dynamic duo. I bet the ladies will go wild for those purple eyes of yours. I'll even introduce you to whats-her-name, Kate down in admissions. Please?" He says putting his hand on the agents shoulder, and giving him what Pepper calls his "Bambi eyes."
"Fine! If only you stop looking at me like that. I have a reputation to maintain." Castiel backs away from him. "I cant have Agent Romanoff finding out I'm a softie. She'd skin me alive! Or at the very least she'll tie me up in a dark basement and leave me there to rot." He mock shivers and heads down the hall. "You owe me big time Tony!" He calls and tony laughs and gives him a thumbs up.
Keep smiling, do a little wave annnnnnnnd... Yes he's gone!
Tony figures he has about six minutes to to a fifteen minute job and limps as fast as his crutches will allow him. He moves along the hall until he finds a medical supply room, and places his phone in front of the keypad. Jarvis unlocks the door with a click, and Tony slips inside.
"Gauze, plaster, urine collection bottles -ew-, more gauze, single use needles. I'll take two of those, lets see. Ah! Scalpel. Yoink, mine now. And something to twist it... tweezers? Too small. Oh rubber gloves, need one for later. Tong depressors, really? no. Show me what I want, and I want... YES! Jackpot. Hello pliers! Damn, small head though, must be orthodontic. Will have to do."

Tony pilfers the supplies into his pockets and slips out the door mercifully unnoticed. He hops around a corner and past a ridiculously busy nurse station. He places his back against the wall and his brain goes int overdrive, trying to find him an acceptable reason why he would be out of bed. He locates a rare abandoned coffee cup on a desk, and puts on a mask of annoyance. He limps up to the counter and swipes the unattended coffee, balancing it between the hand grip of his crutches and his fingers.

One of the nurses gives him an quizzical look. "I cant believe the cafeteria forgot to put espresso in this, I mean my god, this is practically hot water!" he gripes, and the nurse rolls his eyes in exasperation. "I nearly made it back to my room before I discovered this disgusting excuse for a beverage. I'm going to give those cafeteria ladies a piece of my mind!" He snorts, letting his arrogance spill through. He pokes the nurse in the clip of his badge. "I bet you don't have to deal with this quality of swill." Tony yells in the face of the poor guy, but it is necessary so he cant see him pocket his badge.

The nurse shakes his head in disgust, but lets him pass. He storms past the station, all the while complaining about the quality of the support staff. When he out of sight and earshot of the nurses station, he stops mumbling and listens carefully. He closes his eyes and drowns out the hum of the florescent lights, and the bustle of shoes over a squeaky floor. He cups his hand over his ear, and is rewarded with the familiar whirr of an electronic fan. Tony hobbles down the hall, going against the breeze of the air conditioning, and follows the route of the warmest air. The air begins to get uncomfortably warm and he pauses against a heavy unmarked door. He presses his ear against the cold metal and he can hear the whine of electronics and fans.
He takes a moment to clip the stolen badge to his scrubs, and knocks on the door. He messes up his hair to hide his face and and holds up the cup of cold coffee with a smile.
A haggard man answers the door with a grumble. " W'at do you want Dr..." the man squints at his badge. "Diego. Huh you don't look Spanish."

Tony replies in a throaty grumble of his own, hiding his voice. "Agent Romanoff needs you down on level thirty seven, something is shorting out the camera feeds." Tony holds out the coffee in his hands. "Here, I haven't touched it. I'll watch the door till you get back."
The man looks at him suspiciously. "Why'r you in crutches an' still workin'?" He drawls.
"Because I took my time when Agent Romanoff called me down to bring her a nail file, and she broke my leg for being late." Tony raises his eyebrow. "And If she did that to me for a nail file, Imagine what she'd do to you for being slow on the camera repair for the most wanted criminal we've ever captured."
Well that did it. The grumpy man swipes the cold coffee from his hands and mutters obscenities about that "Obscene spidery-legged woman" all the way down the hall. Tony catches the closing door with his crutch and wriggles inside.

He is surrounded by rows upon rows of computers. The smell of metal and plastic mixed with more than a little dust is pleasing to him. It reminds him of his year at university. Tony quickly locates the master unit and pops open the tower panel.

He fishes the phone and charger from his pocket, along with the scalpel, needles, and pliers. He rips open the sterile packaging on all of them with his teeth, and cuts the wall plug off his charger. He then uses the pliers to pull out the little ends of frayed wires, and then fishes in the guts of the computer for the hardline wire. Tony then takes a needle and draws as much air as he can into it, before plunging it just under the "skin" of the wire coating. He forces the air into the wire casing and is rewarded when a blister of air appears. He picks up the scalpel and the other needle with one hand and transfers the air valve needle from his other hand to his mouth, pressing his tongue up against the plunger to keep the air from escaping.
Tony takes the scalpel in his right hand and the other needle in his left and slowly peels away the outer casing to expose the rainbow of wires he needs. He finds the wires he wants and moves them to the front of the cord using the needles like chopsticks. He then delicately pulls them forward and cuts them with the scalpel.

Tony reaches for his phone cord and pulls it up to then exposed hardline wires. He then twists the matching wires from his phone to the hardline with the pliers. He drops his tools on the floor and wiggles the connection. Unfortunately he cant get a steady feed.

If only I had a temporary bonding agent, something like...

"Gum Tony?" Agent Castiel appears behind him with a poof of purple smoke, making tony jump up and hit his head on the underside of the desk.
"What in the Nightcrawler are you?" tony stammers, and rubs the back of his head.
The Agent laughs. "That's actually pretty close. You don't think Agent Romanoff would send just anyone to keep an eye on you." Castiel hands him a sick of gum, and tucks the package back in his waistcoat.

Tony still slightly wigged out accepts the piece and begins to chew it. Good, spearmint.
"You're a mutant then? Got any other powers?"
Castiel sits on the floor and rests his hands on his knees. "Besides being able to see right through your little plan? No, nothing special."
Tony takes the wad of softened gum from his mouth and sticks it over the wires.
"Secure hardline connection established. Extrapolating GPS location now, sir." Jarvis beeps.
"So I take it since you're not tattling to Fury or Natasha right now that you're here to help?" Tony asks, watching the little progress bar fill up.
The Agent shrugs. "I knew If you really wanted to get in here, I couldn't stop you. I'm just here to make sure you put everything back where you found it."
"And no army of S.H.I.E.L.D goons is waiting outside the door, ready to bust in?" Tony says and taps the screen to zoom it out.
"Unfortunately our goon budget is somewhat lacking. Cloning is such an expensive process." Castiel waves his hand in a flourish.
"Ok, I couldn't tell, was that a joke?" Tony points a finger accusingly.
"Mostly." The agent chuckles.
"Sir, The GPS coordinates are uploaded." Jarvis monotones. Tony flicks the screen and enlarges the little map.

Huh, just off the coast of Maine. "Agent I need a pen and paper."
Castiel rummages through his pockets and hands him a pen, and half a sticky note. "Sorry, that's the only bit I have"
"It'll do." Tony mumbles and scrawls a tiny message on the note.

We are: 43.88758 -68.74031
Pick me up: level 5 room 7.
Get to: 34.001327, -118.806399 Tony tears apart his phone connection and twists the hardline wires back together. He replaces the computer panel and rolls the note in the tiniest possible ball. "I need to talk to Loki, Its important. Can you take me there?"
"I'll check to see if Agent Romanoff is there first." The agent winks and disappears in a puff of purple smoke. Tony fishes out the rubber glove and bites off one of the fingers. He quickly places the note in the finger and twists up the plastic as tight as he can, and then pops it in his mouth. He settles the somewhat pointed bundle under his tongue just as the Agent poofs back.
"No Romanoff in sight. You ready?" He asks and extends his hand.
Tony takes his hand. "So what do I have to do- Yeahhhh!" he shouts as darkness envelops him. It only last for a second, and then he is standing right beside the little psychiatrist from earlier. Her neon horn-rimed glasses slip down her eyes in surprise and she stammers and points to Tony.

"Its ok, I get this reaction a lot." Tony says, and she starts to shout at Castiel as Tony pings in the code for Loki's cell.

"Anthony!" Loki smiles and embraces his companion. "Are you feeling much better? I am sorry I did not have the energy to heal your leg." He asks and looks him up and down.
"Oh I'm much better now. I came down here so I could thank you personally." Tony whispers into Loki's ear, and he grins as he watches the Asgardian shiver at his voice.
"And how were you going to show your gratitude? On your knees?" Loki purrs and playfully nips his lower lip.
Tony shrugs and cards his hand through Loki's hair. "Alas, we seem to have an audience, this will have to do for now."

It Is Loki who goes for the kiss first, winding his hands around Tony's hips. Loki jerks him close and steals the very breath from his mouth. Tony pulls his hand in Loki's hair, changing the angle of his mouth, and the god gasps when Tony's other hand goes right under his shirt.
Tony's tongue explores the confines of Loki's mouth, preparing him to receive his note. He savors the sweet peppermint taste of the god, and skillfully maneuvers the little package from his mouth to Loki's.

Loki balks at the foreign object being shoved under his tongue but Tony persists. He digs his nails into his companions silken, muscled back, and when Loki opens his mouth in a gorgeous moan, Tony forces the package into Loki's mouth at last.
He kisses Loki again for good measure, giving the god adjust his tongue around the note. Loki pulls back and gives him a sly look that is reminiscent of a very large, very hungry predator that has just found its next meal. Goosebumps work their way almost painfully up his arms and neck, and he nearly drops his pants when Loki licks his lips in front of him, eyes teasing him of things yet to come.
"That was... a very personal show of appreciation Stark." Loki rumbles, letting his voice echo off the glass walls.
"You know me, I aim to please." Tony chuckles lustfully.
"Ah, as much as I would Like to continue, I believe we have more guests. Hello brother." Loki says giving the blond Asgardian a little wave.

"Loki, what trickery is this? Have you bewitched friend Tony into releasing you?" Thor pushes his way past the Agent and the Psychologist, both who begin to walk to the safety of the elevator, should a fistfight between gods ensue.
"I assure you dear brother, Tony is not here to aid in my release." Loki grins and then whispers so just Tony can hear. "...that is better suited for a bed, is it not?"
Tony bites down on his lip to keep from groaning at the god's filthy comment.
"He was merely thanking me for fixing his little box." Loki replies and pokes him in his arc reactor.
"I have seen less displays of affection from Fandral, when he thanks a lady for polishing his sword." Thor implies as he stubbornly blocks the doorway, trapping Tony and Loki inside.
"Wait, did you just make a joke? And I am definitely not a lady! And I did not I polish anythin-" Loki pokes him in the arm.
"Would you care for a shovel to dig yourself deeper Stark?" Loki smirks and mimes the aforementioned device.
"Har de har. Loki." Tony snarks back at him. "Hey Thor, wana move? I'm done here."
Loki whispers under his breath, but Tony catches it. "I highly doubt you've finished already."
Tony's breath hitches. "Seriously big guy, I wasn't going to let him out, I came here on my own."
Loki whispers in his ear. "You will have to come on your own, especially since I cannot visit you just yet."
"Enough!" Tony playfully pushes Loki to she side and the green god laughs as he tries to move Thor.
"Thor buddy, you're kinda ruining my dramatic exit here." Tony prods Thor in his stomach with one of his crutches.
Thor is absolutely stone faced, and glowers at him silently.

"Ack! Fine! Thor, would you please move?"
"I would have moved if you only begged me too." Loki purrs, not bothering to hide his voice.
"Ok, you get one more mister!" Tony turns and Thor's booming laugh echos around him.
"I cant keep this facade up, I am sorry brother!" Thor laughs holding his belly.
Tony points a finger accusingly at Loki, who manages the biggest catlike smile. "You told him didn't you?"
"I am indeed guilty." he says and puts his hands up in defense. "It was necessary to explain my actions in saving you."

Thor places a warm hand on his shoulder. "Friend Tony, I had guessed when I sensed his magic on you upon your return. But it was not until my brother used his soul magic, to balance the chaos created by your new device, that my suspicions were deemed valid. The sharing of soul magic cannot take place unless there is a great emotional bond."
Tony sputters incoherently.

"You are a good man Tony Stark. Treat my brother well." Thor squeezes his shoulder.
Tony cant believe what just happened to him. In one go, Thor has accepted Loki's truth, complemented him on their relationship, and not been punched out of a window like he'd expected when Loki's big brother found out he had a lover.
"Uh..." Tony manages.

Loki laughs behind him. "I think you broke him dear brother. Escort him back to his room would you? His visit has taken much energy from me."
Tony looks to Loki before he turns to leave.
Open it later. Tony says with his eyes, and scratches his jaw, pointing at his cheek all the while.
Loki flashes a proud and mischievous grin at him. I liked your method of delivery Anthony...
Thor rolls his eyes, thinking he and Loki are merely exchanging wanting looks.
"Come man of Iron, we must be off before Lady Natasha finds out what has taken place."
"I think that comment was meant for me to say Thor." Loki flirts and Tony's blood and brain rush to his waistline.

"Wait for me by the elevator?" Tony pats the blond behemoth on the shoulder and spins him around. Thor steps off the platform and he waits until he is out of sight. Tony limps up to Loki, and give him a forceful kiss. He doesn't give the god time to recover at all, and reaches through his coat to give Loki's ass a tight squeeze, making the god buck up against him.
"I told you, you got one more flirt before I had to punish you." Tony growls and pulls down the collar of Loki's shirt to bite just over his collarbone.
Loki groans and presses his body up against his own, seeking attention in other places. "And if I continue to misbehave now, will you punish me further?"
"No," Tony murmurs and sucks on the spot he left on Loki's collarbone, creating his mark on the god. "I think you've had enough for now." and with that, he lets go of the god and places his hand over the control panel. The door closes in front of a very aroused and now very frustrated Loki, who glowers at him in a ridiculous angry pout.
"You are so hot when you're frustrated, did you know that?" Tony laughs, knowing full well he's going to pay for this later.

Loki shakes his head. "You have no idea Stark." Loki hisses behind the glass, his eyes shining with lust.
Tony cant help himself and whispers to Loki. "I think I am thoroughly going to enjoy my shower now. Have fun on your own!"
Loki flashes him a pleading look and Tony just kisses the glass in front of him.

"We'll settle this later Tony." Loki grumbles, but Tony can sense the double meaning behind it.
"I'll get to you later, Tony."
"I hope its soon." He replies, letting his tongue trail across his lips.
"Will you be coming to get me soon? Its all in the note."
Loki nods, and Tony takes a standoffish bow in front of the glass, making Loki laugh again.

Good, he is forgiven.

And with that, Tony leaves his companion behind, and goes back to his room to take a long hot shower.
Later that night...

A slight cool breeze plays across his lips, and Tony awakens with a start. His heart nearly stops as his gaze fixes on two reflective green eyes, narrowed into catlike slits. A shadow flows with them, and moves silently across the bed. Tony can feel the pressure of knees and hands along his body, but he cant see anything but the two shining emerald eyes. Tony can feel a familiar body lay on top of him, and he finds the weight comforting.
Loki whispers in his ear, so soft that he has to strain to catch the words. "Are you ready to leave?"
Tony nods and Loki aligns his body in the darkness to fit over top of Tony's. The green glow disappears for a moment when Loki blinks, and Tony can feel him move one hand up behind his head, and the other across the back of his shoulders. Loki nuzzles his head under Tony's chin. "Hold your breath Anthony." he commands.
Tony takes in a deep breath and Loki embraces him tightly. There is a spark of magic that Tony recognizes, and it flows from Loki's bod into his own. Loki murmurers a few words and Tony's world goes completely black.