Only Fools Love Monsters

Tony had come to realize two things as he lay beside a passed out Loki: one, sleeping beside the god/frost giant was like sleeping with an ice-pack, and two, he wanted Loki to stay in his room instead of the one he had previously selected for him.
Tony chuckled lightly and made a mental note to transport any and all spare blankets to his bedroom so he didn't contract hypothermia in his sleep.
"Good morning, star shine," Tony grinned as Loki stirred and opened his eyes, "Don't worry, you haven't been out long. You better get cleaned up so it won't be so awkward for Thor when you guys have your 'bonding time'."
"I forgot about Thor!" Loki yelped, jumping out of bed, panic rising in his chest.
"Calm down, it's fine," Tony chuckled, "Just get cleaned up and go out there."
"How am I supposed to face my brother after your little stunt?" Loki asked, irritation replacing panic.
"I don't know, how am I supposed to walk today?" Tony quipped, indicating his throbbing rectal muscles.
"Oh, yes, well, I suppose we are even then," Loki blushed, wiping himself off with a towel that had been laying on the floor, left over from Tony's morning shower, and pulling on the clothes he had discarded.
"Good," Tony smiled, "and I have a question."
Loki looked over at the man and noted the nervous blush that was creeping onto his cheeks.
He loved watching Tony when he got nervous, it seemed to be something only he could conjure out of the man.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to move into my room?" Tony asked, putting his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling in attempt to fain indifference.
"I would like that very much," Loki smiled, surprising the man by walking over to him and planting a soft kiss on his forehead, "Thank you."
"I love you," Tony breathed as he leaned up and captured his god's lips in his own, "I love you so much," his heart pumped so loudly Tony could hear the blood rushing in his ears.
His lungs seemed to contract as feelings he could not put into words bloomed and erupted in his very soul. He could not describe the way he felt for the god because no one had ever felt the way Tony felt towards anyone so there had been no need for such a word to exist.
Tony looked at the god, his god with the alabaster skin and the hair dark as night and soft as silk and the eyes like emeralds alive with a light Tony had never imagined existed when he had first met Loki.
When he had first seen Loki, Loki was just as regal, just as poised, but as broken and as lost as anyone could possibly be.
Now the god before him, while still regal and poised, could often be found with a smile brighter than the sun and eyes sparkling with the light of a million stars.
How could Tony describe his feelings for Loki? Were there words to describe the way he found it hard to breathe every second the god was with him? Tony had no words to describe the way his chest constricted so tightly it was near painful at the simple thought of his god. He wanted to be by Loki's side, he wanted to lie beside him every night and wake to him every morning. He would not have been surprised to learn that there was an invisible magnet pulling him towards the god like the earth pulled the moon, except in this case, Tony did not orbit around Loki at a perfect distance due to opposing forces of gravity.
Tony was a meteor being completely and entirely overtaken by the planet that is Loki and would feel as if he were going insane until that beautiful moment when he would finally crash and make contact with the very source of gravity that was Loki.
Tony had crashed, he had made contact, yet he remained insane.
When he looked at the god, there was no one but his god, no one else mattered, no one else existed. Tony needed no one but Loki because Loki was a vital to him as air. The need to express each and every emotion that had been crashing against the confines of his psyche was like an itch he simply could not scratch. It was not in Tony's power to covey the emotions he felt because he knew not how.
He desperately needed to find a way to tell Loki exactly how he made him feel and the fact that he could not ate at his mind like a disease.
"Aἀἀγάπη," Loki whispered in his hear, "That is the word you are looking for. That is the word that describes the emotions crashing through your very soul at this moment, I know because I am feeling the same," he set a hand on Tony's chest, leaning over him, "It means divine, unconditional, self-sacrificing, active, volitional, and thoughtful love.
"That is what you are feeling, that is what I am feeling. Trust me when I tell you that that word describes every soul wrenching emotion that you evoke inside me, these are emotions I have never felt before and I am not afraid to tell you that they scare me. They scare me, Anthony, because these emotions have left my heart and soul very, very open to you, so I have to trust that you will not hurt me. That is a trust I have never had with anyone, but I desperately want to trust you, I want to trust you with every fiber of my being and what scares me is that I do."
There was so much, so much more Loki could say, so many more thoughts that were pounding in his head as he stared down at the man with the immaculate hair and chocolate eyes.
"Say it again, say that word," Tony begged, placing his hand over the one Loki had placed on his chest, relishing that ice cold skin.
"Aἀἀγάπη," Loki whispered as he leaned down and brushed his lips against the burning skin of the man's ear, "divine, unconditional, self-sacrificing, active, volitional, and thoughtful love."
Tony felt warm, salty tears breach the confines of his eyes and slide down his cheek and he whimpered as he felt the soft lips of his god brush them away.
Tony didn't cry, Tony Stark never cried, but here, now with his god, he cried. He cried because joy like Tony had never known was blooming and erupting in his chest at a painful and unimaginable velocity.
A choking sob escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around Loki's neck and pulled him down so Tony could properly smother him in his arms.
"I love you, I love you so much. I love you divinely. I love you unconditionally. I love you selflessly. I love you actively. I love you volitionally. I love you thoughtfully. I love you with all my soul and all my heart and all my mind and I want to be by your side until the day I die. I want to lie beside you every night and wake to you every morning. I want to call you mine and I want you to be mine. I have never, never loved anyone like I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being and I promise to never hurt you or abandon you because I honestly don't think I am capable of doing so."
Loki stared at Tony, eyes wide and noses touching.
Rational thoughts seemed impossible as he crashed his lips desperately against Tony's and Loki suddenly felt stronger and more alive than he had in years, but through all his buzzing emotions, one single, rational thought wormed its way to the front of his mind and slowly came into focus.
Loki was suddenly aware of an electric spark erupting through his very core that spread through his blood stream and through every fiber of his being, and it burst through every neuron and every brain wave.
"Loki?" Tony asked, opening his eyes and his breath hitching, "Loki, fuck."
"What?" Loki asked, shock and confusion clear on his face.
He knew this feeling, he knew it like an old friend, but he could not place it, could not fathom its source.
"Loki, you're glowing," Tony said, jaw slack as he stared at his god, his perfect god that was now glowing with a faint yellow light.
Magic.
The thought clicked inside the god's head and a grin erupted on his face.
"Magic," he breathed, savoring the buzz he had not felt since he had been captured those years ago, "Anthony, my magic."
Tony gasped as Loki disappeared in a puff of green smoke only to reappear beside the bed then once again disappear before he appeared atop the dresser, by the door, atop Tony.
"My magic, my magic, my magic," Loki laughed, capturing Tony's lips in his own, "I can feel it, it feels so wonderful," he stared down at the wide-eyed man, shock changing to joy as a smile grew on Tony's lips.
"All because of you, all thanks to you," Loki breathed, trailing kisses down the man's face and neck, "I love you, I love you, I love you! Jeg elsker deg! Takk skal du ha!" I love you! Thank you!
"Is this whole using of languages-Tony-doesn't-understand-to-express-Loki's-feelings going to be regular thing, because, if so, I'm going to buy an English to Norwegian dictionary," Tony grinned, loving the elation on the god's glowing face.
"No need!" Loki grinned, "For I have magic and if you so desire I am able to charm your ears so you may understand all languages, better still, I can charm your tongue to be able to speak all languages."
Tony laughed at the grinning god, "Let's worry about my foreign language skills later," Tony smirked as he kissed the god once more, "we should celebrate."
"I think our friends would be slightly less than eager to partake in the consumption of alcohol in mine and Thor's presence," Loki smirked.
"True, let us have a feast then!" Tony grinned.
"A feast we shall have!" Loki smiled, "But, after I spend time with my brother."
"Right, good thinking," Tony nodded, "He really needs this."
"As do I," Loki smiled, kissing Tony's nose.

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