“Tony! Oh yes—yes—there! Right there! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Loki grins, whimpering, crying out for more, his mouth falling slack at a particularly sharp thrust. Nails scratching into the cool shower tiles, his chest is pushed flush against the wall. Growling deep from within, Tony picks up his pace. His fingers from one hand curl firmly into the slick, black hair, tugging the trickster's head back against his shoulder, his teeth bruising against the pale neck. His other arm is wrapped around Loki's lithe waist, holding tightly as he fucks hard into him. Unable to catch his breath in the running stream of water, Loki splutters, panting heavily, wild as he bucks onto Tony's thickening knot.

Knowing they won't last long, the Alpha releases his hold on Loki's hair and takes his cock in hand, jerking him long and hard along with his thrusting hips, the burn intensifying for them both. Burying his knot to the hilt, both climax together in complete synchronicity, each other’s names spilling from their lips. With the pulsing inside of him and the gentle thrusting from Tony, Loki sighs contentedly, happy and full.

Once the knot has deflated for what feels like it should be the last time, Tony slips out of Loki's body. The trickster presses himself further into the wall, the only thing keeping him on his feet, his legs quivering with exhaustion. Tony, with the care and precision he uses to work on the suit, washes Loki free of any fluids, sweat and the general feeling of sex. He lathers him with soap and shampoo and leaves him feeling refreshed and clean, but still utterly drained.

Once the dirty soap has gone, Tony begins to fill the bath around their feet. With a kiss to the God’s shoulder, he manoeuvres him to sit in the tub and joins him, the water lapping against their skin, swaying them lightly in the current. Loki relishes the warm water soaking his aching limbs and the press of the arc reactor in his back is a friendly reminder of the month that has passed them by.

They remain like that for what seems like hours, Loki's weight pressed against Tony, the arms of the engineer wrapped loosely around him. When Loki begins shifting, the water too cold for his liking, Tony helps him out of the tub and dries him with a towel and guides him back to the master bedroom. With clean sheets on the bed, Loki all but collapses into the soft mattress. His tired mind barely recognises the soft kiss to his lips, but the definite hold around his waist is comforting.

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The sun rises over the same bedroom the next morning, the warmth creeping into the room and bathing the bodies in the bed. The air is thick with the mingling of two distinct scents becoming one. Tony’s entire designated floor is still ripe with sweat and sex — a whole month’s worth of pure, unadulterated pleasure and nothing less. The two bodies of the unlikely couple lie in perfect harmony, but their minds are restless. The ridiculous heat they had “suffered” through — or so Tony had described it, near the beginning at least — lasted a lot longer than expected, and it worried them just as much as the knotting that occurred at each coupling.

In the little down time they had, when Loki’s bouts of unquenchable sexual appetite dampened somewhat, they were able to surmise a few theories about their situation. They had suspected it would last a few weeks, maximum. But a month, a whole month? It really was a bit excessive, despite the amount of fun they were undoubtedly having. Tony had decided it was because Loki’s body had never experienced anything of the sort before, his system was going haywire and needed longer to reset itself.

What both of them, the God and the genius, failed to forget, but hadn’t breached yet in conversation, was the fact Tony knotted. Freakingknotted. Bonded. For life. Neither of them could get their heads around it because it simply didn’t make sense. If this were really Doom’s doing — something they kept telling themselves, because then they could fix it — a bond like that wouldn’t have been made. Nothing Doom could ever create would be powerful enough to change a person’s actual biology, especially that of a God!

Surprisingly, Tony woke for the first time of his own accord. It was the first time Loki wasn’t straddling him or swallowing around his cock with that pretty, pink mouth of his. A few times, when he was the most exhausted, he woke up to discover the God already impaled on his cock riding him hard and fast. He decided that will forever be his favourite way to be woken. Sitting up to rest on his forearms, he takes a moment to watch the sight beside him. Loki's soft, raven hair covers his face, the tips fluttering slightly against his lips in his even breathing. He brings his hand up and brushes the hair behind his ear, wanting to see the trickster's sleeping face. His forehead creases and his eyes scrunch at the unwelcome tickling sensation against his skin. Tony can’t help but chuckle.

“Welcome back to the real world, Sleeping Beauty,” Tony speaks in hushed tones, but all he gets is a hand pushing his face away.

“Why must you wake me so?” The God whines, his face burying into the mattress between the mass of pillows.

“Because, we have a lot to deal with,” He states matter-of-factly. “It seems like your heat is finally over.”

“You cannot force me to move, I shall just stay here.” He shimmies further down the bed and under the covers.

Huffing, Tony gets himself out from beneath the covers and pulls on a pair of boxers to cover his naked body. He moves to stand at the base of the bed, “You’re not staying here forever, now get up.”

After yet another defiant “no”, Tony whips the duvet from the bed to the floor leaving a very naked God of Mischief curled up on his side, hiding his face from the light and the minor embarrassment he is feeling.

Smacking Loki’s bare arse as he walks by into his wardrobe, Tony commands him, “Come on, up. We have to talk.”

Knowing that he’s right, and with a strange subconscious wish to obey an Alpha demand, Loki drags himself from the bed. Testing his magic, it sparks pathetically at his fingertips. He has barely enough to magic himself a casual outfit, but manages it none the less.

When Tony returns to the room, he finds Loki sat on the bed in all his glory — leather, gold and green — his hands folded behind his head and back pressed against the headboard. He stands at the foot of the bed, a sea of mattress separating them. The two men can do nothing but stare. Things are suddenly tense, verging on awkward. Seeing someone naked is one thing, but at their most vulnerable, in the height of orgasmic ecstasy is something completely different, a whole new level intimacy that many wouldn't dare breach. Things get messy. How can things be the same as before? Their entire society, both that of Earth and Asgard — Jotunheim even — every world known in fact has the same dynamic: an Alpha is dominant, an Omega is submissive. But who is the dominant in this situation, after everything that has transpired, how are they supposed to act now?

"Anthony, what happened here, I—" Tony thinks he knows what Loki is about to say, and he doesn’t want him to say the inevitable. This was a one-time thing. He really doesn’t want to hear that, so interrupts before it gets said and can’t be taken back.

"Loki, wait, I have to say something first. Whatever did happen, whatever the reason, I don't care why, it was probably the best month of my life, okay? So if you’re gonna get all uptight about this never happening again, I really want you to reconsider."

"Anthony, quiet.” He holds his hand, effectively shushing the genius. He needs silence. He needs to think. "I hate that I cannot explain this, being in the dark about something as important as this is…”

“…Scary?” Tony offers, Loki clearly struggling to find the right word.

Loki goes to protest — he doesn’t get scared — but he can’t lie to the man before him. He nods his head, agreeing. “But I believe we have no choice in the matter. My body, it's different. Something happened when Doom attacked me, and I—I can't explain it!"

Frustrated and scared, Loki doesn't know what to do. The heels of his hands rub into his eyes, fighting back tears that he really doesn't want to show right now. He already feels weak enough. When his eyes begin to hurt under the pressure, white flashing against black behind his eyelids, his fingers card through his hair, pulling tightly at the ends of his hair. That Alpha instinct to protect kicks in again, the same feeling as when he had found Loki on the floor of the living area, Tony's heart aches see Loki in such a state of turmoil.

Tony rushes around the bed, and sits beside the God. He gently touches Loki’s hands, them easily relaxing from the tight grip on his hair. Their fingers entwine together in Loki’s lap. Things seem right this way. "Loki, don't panic, okay? We'll figure it out together. Genius, God, we’ll sort it. You're not alone in this. Whatever you need, I’m here."

"Thank you, Anthony,” Loki’s breathe hitches, his voice constricted, strangled in the suffocating emotions coursing through him. “Thank you for helping me. I have no idea what would have become of me if it hadn't been you to find me, like that."

"Well you wouldn't have had as much fun for starters," a small grin forms on his lips, as he attempts to lighten the mood.

It takes him a few moments, but Loki finally begins to relax again, his hands still together with Tony's, a comfort. Playing along, he audibly sighs, the tiniest of smirks pulling ay the corners of his lips, "Your ego knows no bounds."

"Hey! You love it!" Tony laughs, long and free.

Tony's aura of calm and freedom must be contagious, Loki's heart swelling at the joy in his eyes. A pang of something rushes through him, and he can't stop the words tumbling from his mouth, "I think I just might."

The mood in the room does yet another 180 turn, tension falling thick and fast over the pair sat close on the bed. Loki’s eyes drop, he can’t help but feel he said the wrong thing. Tony’s grasp on Loki’s hands tightens, pulling them closer to him. Loki watches as the engineer’s fingers twitch, he lets out a shaky breath when he thinks back to what they can do, the pleasure they can bring. Tony unclasps his hold, hesitantly raising his hand towards Loki’s face. Gently he cups the soft, hollowed cheek, his thumb brushing over the defined cheekbone. He tilts Loki’s head to look up, to see those beautiful green eyes. Drawn together by an unknown force, their lips meet just centimetres apart, noses brushing. Sweet breath dances together, hot against their lips, stuttered and broken.

Nothing has ever felt this right before. Both have bedded far too many to be acceptable or proud of, but now they realise what it is they have been searching for. Their lips brush, gently at first, then touching passionately, more force building as they move together. Tongues massage, hands gripping at clothes, hair, nails pinching at skin. It’s not like before, this isn’t the heat at work. This is something different altogether, this is deeper in the biology, beyond base instinct to mate. This is compatibility, trust, love. No chemical reaction or magic is forcing them into each other’s arms. Loki crawls into the engineers lap to straddle him because he wants too, not because his body needs it. Tony doesn’t need to caress Loki’s cheek softly, he doesn’t need to treat him as the most precious entity on the planet, he wants too. Everything is now them, and it feels right.

Things slow down before things get too hot again. Their lips slow their pace, foreheads resting together as their breath is released in soft, short pants. To avoid any further excursions, Loki gracefully removes himself from the other man’s lap, sitting back on the mattress, legs crossed mimicking Tony. Picking up one of Tony’s hands in his own, his thumb massages the flashy pad of his palm.

Taking a deep breath, mind coming to the realisation of what must be done. It isn’t instinct, it’s his biology. “I have to go to Asgard.”

Completely taken by surprise, Tony doesn’t understand, “Care to explain why?”

“I fear the answers may lie there,” his voice is grave, fearful almost.

“Well you’re not going alone.”

Shaking his head, unamused. He doesn’t want to be treated differently, he’s still Loki. “I am not a child, Anthony. I can look after myself.”

Tony almost wants to laugh. It doesn’t matter what’s happened, whether Loki really has remained Omega, somehow managed to become Beta, or reverted back to Alpha, he is still stronger than Tony in every which way imaginable. “I know that, and I know absolutely you can still beat me in a fight, no matter what funky voodoo is going on inside that hot body of yours. But you’re still not going alone.

Happy with Tony’s answer, he knows the mortal will not treat him differently. The man is far too accepting for his own good. Loki also knows the man far better than he thinks. He can read him as easily as Thor, who is most certainly an open book. He can see in his eye that there is more to what Tony wants. “What is the real reason you wish to accompany me?”

Shifting his eyes, almost guiltily, he throws his head back, whining like a small child on his way to a full blown tantrum if he doesn’t get his way, “I just really wanna see Asgard!”

“You will not relent, will you?” The pout on the billionaire lips stops him fighting further.

“Nope.” Tony crosses his arms across his puffed out chest, defiant to get his way.

Loki groans exasperatedly, and Tony automatically knows he’s won, a grin wasting no time in chiselling itself into Tony's lips. He pushes Tony till he is flat against the mattress. “Fine. Now hold me a little longer whilst preparing for your imminent death.”

“Wait, what?!” Tony’s eyes blow wide in unequivocal fear.

Loki refuses to acknowledge him again, setting up a silence that is not quite comfortable, but luckily not awkward. He ignores any protest from the genius and just cuddles into his chest. Tony holds tight to him, wondering just what he has volunteered himself into. Lying deadly still, clutching at Tony’s shirt, Loki begins his mental preparation, psyching himself for the looming visit to his homeland.

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