True Nature

With breakfast finished, Frigga dismisses her handmaidens and the guards that stand at a distance. She briefly mentions some research she needed to do, but nothing of the subject. Loki voices his wish to aid her, she only smiles sweetly in return. Spend some time with you mate, she prompts knowingly. Maybe she can sense the itch under his skin, the need to separate himself and Tony from the other Omegas around them. He just hopes he isn't too obvious, his desperation surprises even him; self-conscious, he doesn't need others knowing too. He wonders if Tony feels it too, the itch when an unfamiliar Alpha passes too near.

With all the regality that a Queen of her stature finds natural, she stands and rounds the table to her son. Sweeping down to kiss his head, she halts when she notices the sudden tension in his shoulder under the pressure of her small hand. Straightening her back slightly, she pulls the collar of his tunic to the side to reveal a very suspect and blossoming bruise. Tony seems distracted by something off in the gardens, and Loki is glad he can’t see the rapid redness heating his cheeks. Frigga’s laugh is melodic and she wraps her arms around Loki, hugging him close relishing in these moments she has been deprived of for so many years. Under her breathe, she mutters the quick spell to rid him of the bruise that he forgot to perform earlier.

Still laughing, Frigga sashays off taking any stray servants with her. Alone at last, Loki's chest feels lighter, the tightness brought about by being crowded now gone. Loki's fingers drum nervously against the table, it was now just him and Tony, they will have to continue their previous conversation at some point. Becoming more and more attuned to Loki's little nuances, Tony places his hand over Loki's, his fingers curling between the long, pale digits; he nuzzles against his palm, gently kissing the soft skin. Loki shuffles his chair towards him, the legs scraping against the stone. Leaning over to Tony, his head rests on his shoulder, gentle breathe puffing against his neck, the Alpha smiling at the gentle tickle.

“What's the plan then, Moonbeam?” Tony asks, his free hand sweeping Loki's hair behind his ear.

His eyes are closed in contentment, but Loki's nose wrinkles, “Moonbeam?”

“Uh, yeah... I—” Tony stumbles, “Not a fan of pet names?”

Loki thinks, familiar with name calling, but recently only maliciousness, never fondness, “I've never had any experience of the sort.”

“Well I have a whole bunch in my head, if any are particularly abhorrent, let me know and I'll delete them off the list. Sound good?” Tony offers.

“I like the sound of that.” Tony kisses his temple, and Loki snuggles closer, “Mmm, love you.”


They sit and sit, but despite how much he's enjoying the contact, the crick niggling at his neck has Loki sitting up straight. He sighs and looks at Tony, "I don't know what to do now."

His response is quick, thankfully Tony had been thinking about it, "How about you show me your favourite places?"

Loki considers it for a moment and nods; there are a few good spots he can think of. He stands pulling Tony up with their entwined hands, guiding them, Tony dutifully follows back along the path they used to reach the gazebo. They reach the doors to Frigga’s chambers and Loki tentatively opens the door and pokes his head around. Seeing that she's not there, he leads Tony through quickly not wanting to interrupt her research. On the other side of the room, back in the main corridor, Loki continues to lead Tony to where he thinks the genius will be most astounded. He almost squeals when he's abruptly pulled off course and into one of the alcoves.

Tony pushes him into the shadows and up against the wall. Loki fusses at first, the thought of someone catching them — his mother or Norns-forbid Odin catching them— and when Tony starts nipping at his neck, he’s conscious of the fact that he's only just got rid of the initial bruise. Just as he’s beginning to relax, Tony pulls away from smothering himself in Loki's skin, "So you get to magic away your bruises, but every time I move I still feel the ache between my legs? That's hardly fair."

Loki shivers, eyes closed and head thrown back against the wall, body trembling under the heat in Tony's voice. Panting as his body goes lax when Tony kisses behind his ear again, he practically melts into the marble wall as his leggings are unlaced and pulled down to his knees. He never favoured underwear, here or on Midgard, any realm to be precise, his cock springs free from its confines glistening. Tony salivates and drops to his knees to begin his worship.

Teasing with light kisses around the base of Loki's cock, Tony breathes in his heady scent. His hand forms a loose fist and begins pumping up and down — slowly — up and down. His free hand rests on Loki's abdomen, rising and falling as his breath quickens in time with Tony's fist. Knowing the delight his nipples can trigger, Tony extends his arm to rub one and then the other through his tunic. Thighs quivering, Loki bows his head to Tony's hand, at first licking his palm then taking his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, almost choking when his cock is engulfed by the wet heat of Tony's own mouth.

It’s wet and obscene the sounds radiating along his shaft, Tony's cheeks are hollowed and he works him furiously. Wound up and this time deliberately choking on the fingers still in his mouth, Loki pulls Tony off his cock when he feels the final springs coiling in his stomach tighten.

He wants to come on Tony's face, cover him in his seed, his scent, to mark him as his own. Removing Tony's hand from his mouth, he takes his cock in hand slowly stroking. The fingers of his free hand slip into Tony’s mouth, parting his lips and his index finger guides his tongue out. He fists his cock harder and faster, the sight of Tony patiently waiting hits the all the right spots. His head drops back, but he forces his eyes to look down instead of rolling back into his skull as the dam bursts and the first of his come lands on Tony's cheek. His fist keeps pumping, aiming his cock to spread his come over Tony's face and onto his tongue.

Tony waits on his haunches, his head tilted at the right angle to maximise coverage, eyes closed to prevent any discomfort. With one last drop falling onto his left eyebrow, he hears Loki's deep sigh and the rustle of his tunic as he slumps against the wall, finished and spent. He opens his eyes carefully so not to get any jizz in them, and the sight before him is glorious. Loki, with his head thrown back against the wall, hair mussed and sweaty, stares down at him through heavy-lidded, lusty eyes. If someone were to walk past right now, what a display they would find. Alpha on his knees, Omega cock in hand, scandal.

Slowly, his own cock straining, aching against the leather of his trousers, Tony stands to full height. He curls his tongue back into his mouth, making a show of swallowing the deposit. Loki's hand first finds his neck, his bobbing Adam’s apple, trailing up to his face, fingers swiping in his own come, thumb rubbing it into the tight skin over his jawline. His fingers continue dancing over Tony’s face, tracing patterns through his cooling spend as the Alpha unlaces his own breeches.

Tony takes his throbbing erection in hand, heart beat racing in time to Loki's heavy breathing. Stroking himself, faster and faster, fist tightening when Loki leans forward to lick his face. Gripping his hair, Loki presses his forehead to Tony's temple, breathing their two scents combined. He hears the hitch in Tony's breath, the restriction of his airways in attempt to quiet himself. Roughly, Tony pushes Loki back against the wall, hand spread over his chest to keep him in place as he reaches orgasm, coming hard and directed over Loki's still uncovered, now soft cock.

The air stills around them — thick, hot and heavy — the tension begins to ebb away, slowly but surely. Balancing himself, he places a hand either side of Loki's head, their faces close and breath mingling.

Sighing and smiling, Loki kisses Tony, giggling when his nose gets covered in come. It's cold and disgusting and it makes them delirious.

"We're a hot mess, hon," Tony grins, "Can you clean us up?"

Closing his eyes and focusing his mind, his seidr sparks and does its job. The come is gone, their skin is sweat free and their hair is back to a more inconspicuous style. All that's left to do is re-lace their leggings, which Loki does manually, starting with Tony. Biting his lip, he tucks Tony's cock back in and pulls the cord tight to tie a bow. He repeats with himself, and they finally look relatively respectable to go roaming the halls of Asgard.

Hands on his shoulders, the corner of Loki's mouth twitches when he looks Tony in the eye, "Not that I am complaining — I think painting you with my seed is more appealing than the great art adorning the walls of this palace — but for what purpose did I receive that wondrous blow job?"

"What's the purpose of the remainder of our day here?" Tony asks almost cryptically. He continues when Loki doesn't, "To make better memories than those you left with."

“Ehe!” A breathy laugh slips past his lips as the corners curl upwards, "Well, I think this is the perfect way to start."

Notes

Oh look at that, it's approaching the final week of the semester, therefore instead of editing the crappy rushes I was given and writing an essay on European films and their American remakes, I've been struck by the inspiration to write the filthy blow job that wouldn't be written before. /Sigh/.

At some point, when I've finished this story completely, I may go back and put the chapters that are meant to be one together... Because this is another I wanted to be longer, but came to a nice end. Sooo that means we get to see more of Asgard next chapter.

Anyone still reading? ><