My Love, He Keeps Me Warm

Chapter Four

Just an author's note: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts are not together, and never have been, in this book.

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Tony awoke quickly, shivering. He looked around, confused as to why he was in one of his guest bedrooms. Then, he remembered with a start when he heard a loud "Dammit Thor!" from the bathroom. A string of curse words followed the previous exclamation, along with a tired-looking Loki limping out of the bathroom.

"Damn that idiot brute," He muttered, his gaze so focused on his foot that he didn't notice that Tony had awakened. Tony smirked, sitting up carefully and rubbing a crick out of his neck. The unexpected movement caught Loki's eye, and he looked quickly at Tony. "Ton- Stark. You are awake," He said pointedly, covering up his surprise as he sat in an armchair. Tony chuckled, getting to his feet.

"So what happened?" He asked, walking over to Loki and sitting by his feet. He looked up at him and grinned, taking Loki's injured foot in his hand. "Thor smashed the bathroom mirror, and I stepped on a piece of glass. But I am fine, and need no one to help me!" He growled, pulling his leg back and into the chair. His foot was bloody, and his lip curled in disgust when it got on his hands.

"Okay, Loki. I know you don't NEED my help, but do you, maybe, want it?" He asked, looking at Loki and raising his eyebrows as if it was obvious that he did. Loki snorted, pulling both of his legs into the chair so he now sat cross-legged.

"Don't pretend that what happened last night didn't happen Loki. I know you're pissed at your brother, but I saw how scared you were," Loki's face burned in shame, and he turned away from Tony's. Getting to his feet, Tony sighed and grabbed Loki's chin between his thumb and index finger. Loki tried to pull away, but Tony was now stronger than him, even with the small amount of magic the All-Father had left him.

Loki grudgingly gave up, but skirted his eyes away from Tony. "Loki, come on. Look at me," He begged. They stayed there for almost five minutes, with Tony holding Loki in place and Loki refusing to meet his eyes. But, after fighting for control of his head movements, he gave up and looked at Tony in defeat. Loki seemed sad now, that Tony, of all people, had made him surrender. He might of started crying again, had Tony not suddenly brought his face to his own, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

Tony kissed him gently at first, pulling Loki into it. Soon though, they both grew rougher as they fought each other for the upper hand. Loki wrapped his arms around Tony, pulling him into his lap. Loki moaned slightly, causing Tony to chuckle inside of their kiss and Loki's face to go beet red in realization. Who moaned during a kiss?

Loki tried to gain the upper hand, but Tony wouldn't allow it. He used both of his hands to unwrap Loki's arms from around his waist, pinning them in his own lap with only one. Loki tried to get control of his hands without breaking the kiss, but Tony's grip was true. "Shit," Tony muttered, rising up on his knees so he was taller than the former god. Loki grunted as Tony reached a hand up and pinned his chin in place one more, leaving Loki no choice but to be almost completely still.

Oddly enough, Loki found himself allowing it to happen.

Tony smiled into Loki's lips, and it soon became obvious how amateur Loki was compared to Tony in this field. Eventually, they did stop, leaving a gasping, still-pinned down Loki and a grinning Tony.

"So are you going to pretend you didn't like that either, Reindeer Games?" Tony smirked, and Loki closed his eyes.

"Release me, Stark. I wish to to be alone," He murmured suddenly, opening his eyes and looking away. Tony blinked in surprise, but let go of his wrists and got to his feet.

"Loki-"

"Please leave, Stark," Loki interrupted cooly, wincing at the pain in his foot. It didn't matter, Thor tore up plenty of towels he could use as bandages anyways. Tony sighed, walking out of his room and into the elevator, watching Loki shut the door behind him. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, thinking back to what had transpired.