"Brother, may I speak with you?" Loki asked as everyone finished eating. It was late into the night and, as promised, Loki had conjured up a feast befitting of royalty. The celebration had lasted longer than they had intended, now each was more tired than the next and the affects of the strong Asgardian alcohol had begun to slip them into unconsciousness, past occurrences forgotten. Now only Loki, Thor and Tony remained conscious and sober.
"Of course," Thor smiled "in private?"
Loki gave Tony a sympathetic look "It would be best." He noted the disappointed look on Tony's face as he spoke, so he leaned in close to the man and spoke so only Tony could hear "If you are awake when I get through, then I shall meet you in our room and reward you for staying sober."
Tony grinned at the promise, no longer tired. "Oh, I will be." Tony smirked, pulling Loki into a kiss before walking down the hallway, to his room.
"What is it you wish to speak of?" Thor asked after he was sure all the others had dragged themselves to the elevator to their own quarters.
"My powers have returned, I am healed," Loki sucked in a breath "Does that mean that I must now return to Asgard to face whatever waits for me there?"
Thor looked at his little brother, features twisted in confusion "Why do you say that?"
"I suppose I have made peace with Odin, you promised to return me as his son, no? He spoke to me as I walked out to the frost giants today." Loki was staring at the ground, unsure as of how he was supposed to be feeling.
"What did he say?"
"That he loved me, that I have always been his son as well." Loki shifted awkwardly, pulling at his dark cotton shirt.
"Of course you have." Thor smiled, causing Loki to look up at him "You will always be his son, just as you will always be my brother, whether you like it or not."
Loki chuckled, for once grateful for Thor's unwavering loyalty. "But… Am I to return to Asgard, if so, as what? Shall I return a prince? I am Jotun; the people of Asgard will never accept a frost giant as royalty." Loki's shoulders had slumped as he spoke; the darkness Thor hated so had clouded his green eyes.
"Loki," Thor said, holding the back of Loki's neck, forcing him to look into his eyes "you are my brother; you have always been a rightful heir to the throne. You are far more fit than I."
"But, to return to Asgard, to face all the people I once considered my own, I haven't the strength to do so." Loki tried to pull away from Thor's grip, but the golden god was determined to keep Loki where he was.
"They will accept you."
"They have never accepted me!" There was more venom in his voice than Loki had intended and he regretted it as he saw the hurt expression in Thor's blue eyes.
"But they will, brother, they must." Thor said, his voice strained "Do you think that I will stand idly by again and watch you slip away? I, nor father, will stand for blasphemy any longer. You have been hurt, crushed, broken and tossed aside, but no more. No more will I permit that, no more will I instigate it. Brother, you are cunning and sharp, you are as much a prince as I and I will stand by your side for the rest of our days!"
"You leave hardly room for argument, for once." Loki chuckled, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
"But that is not the only reason you hesitate to return, is it, brother?" Thor smirked; Loki noticed his eyes pointing towards the hallway Tony was waiting impatiently at the end of.
Loki sighed, Thor had caught him and he was in no place to deny it "Yes, but not just him, what of the others? Could you really bear, after all of this, to see them age while we stay as we are now? When Anthony is an old man and I remain young, when our friends have turned grey and can no longer fight by our side, are we prepared for that?"
Thor looked at him and Loki could see the gears, so rarely used, turning in his mind. Then, something in Thor's eyes changed, they shone with something Loki could not identify "Brother, the apple."
Loki stared at Thor a moment before his words clicked in his mind "Brother, you are brilliant!"
"I never thought those words to come from your lips." Thor laughed
"Yes, but where to find one…" Loki said, racking his brain "Oh, what does it matter, we will worry of details later."
"We shall ask it of Heimdall once we return." Thor smiled
"When shall we… return?" Loki asked
"When you are ready, brother," Thor said "only when you are ready, until then, I must say that all this fighting and thinking has tired me. I will see you in the morning; attempt to quiet yourself once you return to Tony."
"I will try, but I make no promises of Anthony." Loki grinned, something close to a giggle escaping his lips.
"Good night, Loki." Thor snickered
"Good night, Thor." Loki smiled, waiting for the elevator doors to slide open and close behind his golden brother. "Sleep well." He chuckled as he turned on his heels and started walking down the hallway. He paused outside the door he knew was Tony's room, praying that Tony had stayed awake.

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Tony was awake.
Tony was more than awake; he was standing right behind the door. Loki took a step into the room, noticing that Tony's pupils were dilated. All in that moment, Tony pounced on Loki, crashing their lips together and wrapping his legs around the god's waist. Loki gripped at the man's hips, enjoying the deep growled that were emanating from the depths of Tony's throat into his. Loki staggered forward until his knees hit the bed. In a desperate attempt to get closer to the man before him, he tossed Tony haphazardly onto the bed, straddling his hips and placing a hand on either side of his head.
"You stayed awake." Loki chuckled, watching Tony squirm under him. "Good." Loki twitched his wrist and their clothes were gone, arousals standing in painful attention. Loki relished the growl Tony produced as he stared down at the god.
"God, how did you get so fucking sexy?" Tony smirked, eyes dark with need.
"Lots of practice." Loki chuckled, running a hand through Tony's hair "Now, what to do, what to do." He tutted, enjoying the groan of protest Tony produced. "Who should be pleasured first?" He grinned down at Tony
"Oh for fucks sakes!" Tony grunted, pulling his arms away from his sides and gripping Loki with more force than necessary. He smirked as a small cry, escaped Loki's lips as a blush crept its way onto his cheeks. "Are you going to make me do it from his angle or are you going to let me do it my way?" Tony asked, a smirk on his lips.
"Please." Loki gasped as Tony gave him a forceful pump.
"Fine, get off me then." Tony laughed as Loki slid off his hips and sat beside him. Tony chuckled as he guided Loki to the edge of the bed and clambered off onto the floor. He got on his knees and positioned himself before the god. "Ready?" he smirked as Loki nodded frantically. He gave the twitching muscle an experimental lick and enjoyed the whimper it produced from his god.
"Anthony, please." Loki pleaded and let out a cry as he felt the muscles of Tony's throat encasing him, his hands finding their resting place in Tony's tangled hair. "Oh, oh my god…" Loki moaned as he felt himself hit the back of Tony's throat. Tony did not protest when the god's grip became more forceful, dictating the movement of his head. He hummed around the heated member and heard the glorious whimper he drew by doing so. He noticed when the muscles in Loki thighs started to tighten, the god's head was thrown back and hands growing frantic, he was prepared when Loki came full force into his mouth. Loki looked, wide eyed as Tony swallowed every drop of Loki. The god was reduced to frantic gasps as he tried desperately to regain focus, spots dancing in his vision. He tugged Tony wordlessly into the bed, blood pounding in his ears.
"You look a bit dazed." Tony chuckled as Loki attacked the man's throat, teeth scraping his collar bone.
"Your fault." Loki said breathily as he continued to ravage at the man's quickly bruising skin. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Rational and complete thoughts seemed beyond reach as his mind was devoid of anything but Tony; how Tony felt, how Tony smelled, how Tony tasted. Those were the only things that mattered to him and he needed Tony, he needed Tony like he needed air. "Get. On. Your. Knees." Loki gasped, the heat inside and around him becoming unbearable.
"You look desperate." Tony smirked, but complied and flipped over so he was on his hands and knees. Tony let out a less than masculine squeak as he felt a long, cool digit circling his entrance.
"You were the one on your knees." Loki chuckled, lowering himself so he could drag his tongue across the awaiting ring. He moaned, desperately wanting to engulf himself inside the man until stars danced before his eyes.
"Still crave submission, eh Rudolf?" Tony smirked, looking over his shoulder and locking eyes with the god.
"Mm, perhaps a little." Loki snickered, piercing the heated, pink muscle with his tongue and enjoying the strangled cry it drew from Tony.
"Bastard." Tony groaned as Loki withdrew his tongue "You are such a tease."
"That's no way to speak, if you desire to get what you want." Loki hummed, drawing a finger lazily over the current point of interest.
"What do you want this time?" Tony groaned, his body twitching and convulsing horribly with need.
"Tell me what I want to hear." Loki laughed, raking his nail lightly down the expanse of Tony's back. "You said it yourself not seconds earlier. I crave submission."
"You evil bastard." Tony chuckled, ready to relinquish all pride if only it meant that Loki would cease his insufferable teasing.
"Not a good start." Loki smirked, jamming a finger into Tony. His grin only widened as a scream tore its way from the man's throat.
"Fuck… Fucking… Fucking sadist…" Tony choked, willing away the spots in his vision.
"Come now, my Man of Iron," Loki purred, continuing to draw the one digit in and out of Tony "if you are capable of fighting off hundreds of frost giants, surly you can concentrate long enough to humor me, this," he forced another finger to join the other "this is child's play."
"You're a raving lunatic." Tony gasped, fisting the bed sheets and attempting to calm his breathing enough to satisfy the god. "But," he turned his head and smirked "you're my raving lunatic." He fought back a scream as Loki began to scissor at his entrance and took another deep breath. "You are my king."
Loki growled in approval, curling his fingers and beginning his search for the specific bundle of nerves he knew would drive Tony to the point of glorious insanity.
"You are my lord." Tony said, voice husky, words far beyond flattery. "You are the most divine and glorious creature in all nine realms." His words were genuine, raw and oh so right "You are powerful and brave." Tony meant every word. "I cannot begin to describe to you the disbelief I feel that, of all the people that would kneel and kiss your feet in a heartbeat, you chose me." Loki found the delicate nerves and curled his fingers into it, causing another beautiful scream to escape Tony's throat. "You are beautiful and strong." Tony panted, forehead pressed against the bed, hands gripping the sheets like they were the anchor that held down the weight of his existence. "You are my god; you are my god, my perfect god." Tony said, voice almost a whisper now, tears brimming his eyes from want and pleasure and emotion "I love you."
Loki paused his finger's incessant movement, withdrawing them from the pressured heat, and a whimper of protest leaving Tony's lips. "Anthony," Loki breathed, leaning forward and dusting the man's glistening shoulders with light kisses "you are my Man of Iron." He smiled as Tony looked back at him, chocolate eyes on emerald.
"Fuck me already, you sentimental bastard." Tony grinned, pupils dilated. Loki did not hesitate to obey. With a grin and a thrust of his hips, Loki was buried inside Tony. "Oh, oh, oh my fucking… oh my fucking god!" Tony screamed, sure that everyone in Manhattan could hear him. The volume only intensified as Loki began to move, sheathing and unsheathing himself inside the quivering mass of superhero that was Tony fucking Stark. Sweat collected in beads on every inch of either man, causing an echoing slap every time Loki rammed into him again. Thought, words, pride, dignity and modestly were foreign concepts to the couple as their vision blurred and muscled clenched. Everything besides the feel and smell and sound of each other seemed absolutely alien to the couple, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. As Loki's nails dug into Tony's sides, bruises already beginning to form, he felt himself reaching his breaking point. A scream tore its way from Loki chest as he toppled over the edge, seed spilling into Tony. In the same second, Tony released a strangled cry as he spilled over the sheets. They rode out the climax until neither had the strength to so much as breathe. Eventually, their vision cleared slightly and Loki pulled out of Tony, sticky, white seed leaking from the abused entrance. Loki collapsed down onto the bed and pulled Tony down with him so the man was resting on his chest, breath heavy and shallow.
"Think I'll be able to walk tomorrow?" Tony chuckled
"Not on your Life." Loki smirked, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
"GO TO BED THEN!" the voice of Thor caused the men to jump slightly, before remembering that he was only two floors down.
"WE HAVE BEEN IN BED THIS WHOLE TIME!" Loki called back, smirking as Tony snickered into his chest. "I SUGGEST YOU NOT ARGUE WITH ME, UNLESS YOU'RE PREPARED TO ENDURE ANOTHER BOUT!" they heard no further argument.
"I love you." Tony grinned tiredly into Loki's chest.
"As do I." Loki smiled into Tony's hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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