Obey your king (Tony x Loki)

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Tony took a long time trying to figure out these clothing. There was so many drapes and layers. Eventually he got it on. He sort of liked it but the clothes were heavy against his human body. The outfit was almost like a red jacket and black trousers (the picture) and it looked good on him.

"You're back in your colours again." Loki said. Tony then became very aware that Loki had sat and watched him struggle through putting on the clothing the whole time. 

"Yeah, well." He didn't know what to say. "It's only for while I'm here right..." 

"Stark. Stop talking" Loki said and walked out. Tony took a few moment to realise that he wanted him to follow him. "I thought you were clever." He scoffed.

"I'm not a mind reader genius."

"You managed to read my mind during New York. I wonder why that was?" That was supposed to be some sort of dig at the fact Stark is egotistical, but Tony was too proud to let the God get to him.

"Because you're predictable." Tony spoke. Loki didn't like that. He pinned Tony to the wall with a strength which cracked it. Tony grunted and his head lowered.

"I'm not predictable." Then Let go. "I'm sorry." He said, seeing that he had hurt the male. Tony looked at him and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'm fine." He said. Loki could tell he wasn't though. He sighed.

"I'm only doing this once, do you understand?" He said. Tony looked at him confused and then got even more confused when he was suddenly pinned to the wall again but this time with Loki kissing him and a yellow glow around them. Tony didn't understand this, but he hoped it never ended. Loki, who did understand it, also didn't want it to end for some reason.

The feel of Stark's beard and moustache against his skin. It made for an odd texture. But all good things must come to an end and Loki pulled away. 

"We won't talk about that" Loki said, walking away like nothing had happened. Tony didn't follow right away but when he did he just walked behind him and didn't speak at all. Neither of them spoke at all.

Later on, Tony was sat in the room which he had been allocated and was mumbling to himself.

"Stupid black haired Asgardian" He laid back. "I hate him so much."

"Oh you hate me do you?" Loki asked, not actually being there. "I didn't see you complaining when you was pinned to wall beneath me."

"Shut up." Tony threw his pillow at him, just for it to go through him. 

"Or when you were being choked by me." Tony threw something else. Same result.

"Leave me alone."

"Or when you were choking yourself, wishing it was me."

"Leave me- wait, how did you know about that?" Loki laughed and vanished, leaving Tony alone to pick up the mess he had made. His mind clouded. That wasn't even a kiss to Loki, it was to heal the damage he had caused, but to Tony that was the best kiss he had had in a long time.