Bend Around the Wind by Scyllaya

Chapter 34: Drongo

Chapter Thirty-Four

Drongo

Fornax Galaxy

Tayo system

Planet Sakaar

'So... do you think it's time for a rescue?' Tony asked.

'They're only a little late,' Juyu shrugged.

'Yeah, a little late can mean a lot of trouble.'

'Loki's right, you're always jinxing things,' the girl answered. Tony was about to answer when Juyu nodded with her head. 'There they come... oh.'

'Oh,' Tony groaned.

There was Loki and there was Bee walking quickly next to the god. Then there was a very-very tall bald man with dark grey skin and midnight black eyes walking behind them. He had to be way over seven feet tall, he had tattoos all over his face and his wide shoulders and he was at least twice as wide as Loki.

Tony stared at Loki as they arrived, while Juyu was blinking up at the tower of muscle that looked like a guy.

'This is Drongo,' Loki said when he stopped. 'He's coming with us.'

Tony turned to Juyu. 'What did I say? Trouble.'

x-x-x

The day before...

'You're a tease,' Stark said the moment Loki's hands slipped to his hips from behind. 'The most teasing tease in the history of teases ever,' the man continued. Loki chuckled and leaned down to bite at the skin just below his ear.

'I enjoy courting,' Loki said with a sly grin.

'This is not... courting, this is torture,' Stark replied. 'You do realize that I haven't got laid like... in a long time.'

Loki had to chuckle at his tone, then he slid one of his hands forward to Stark's stomach, sliding his fingers behind his undershirt to stroke languidly at the skin there.

'This is more than just an itch I want to scratch,' Loki said in a low tone. It was not that he did not want to liberate Stark from his clothes, but everything had its right moment. If he only wanted a good tumble in the sheets, he would have taken a different approach. He could be very persuasive if the need arose. No, he wanted something a lot more gratifying. 'Call it seduction then.'

'You just want to make me crazy about you,' Stark said, but he did lean back into Loki's chest a little. In a way he was right, but clearly he had no problem with being a little seduced. Loki wondered if he was ever at the receiving end of such attention. When one was surrounded with willing admirers, who were all too happy to lose clothes and jump in a bed, there was no need for finesse, nor any real seduction. Some men bragged about their conquests, but how could the spread legs of a half-drunk bar wench be as satisfying as someone whose eyes burnt with true desire. When kisses were fuelled by true need, not just by the lust of bodies, when hands were desperate to explore, not just kneading flesh mindlessly. It took time to get there, it took softly exploring lips, it took confidently travelling fingers, it took knowing how the body beneath you would react to your every word and every touch. It was sort of like a dance really, first you had to learn the steps. Loki enjoyed learning how Stark's body fitted to his, getting used to the feel of one another.

'Yes, that is what I'm doing, you have unveiled my dastardly scheme,' Loki told him.

'Are we playing superhero-supervillain here?' he asked in return.

'Only if you want to,' the god replied and bit his neck one last time before he stepped back to lean to the workbench next to the man. To be fair, Stark had not made any significant move to take things that much further just yet either. So he probably liked their little dance. It had only been mere weeks and Loki planned to enjoy this for a long time, so there was not need to rush. Every step gave a special brand of satisfaction. And indeed, he could already notice the changes in the way Stark reacted to his touch, how there was less and less hesitancy and more and more want as the days passed by.