Obey your king (Tony x Loki)

9

Tony opened his eyes softly.  The only thing stopping him from believeing what happened on Asgard with Loki was all a dream was the fact he was so fricken sore. He sat up and groaned, but for the first time in a while he felt wanted, loved and happy. 

He stood up and looked at his body. The first thing he noticed was a very clear hickey on his neck. He tore off his clothes off to look at his body. His ass was red- to be expected from how sore it was- and he had a teethmarked shape scar on his leg with bruises around it. A small laugh escaped his throat. Tony put his clothes back on and walked out, happily displaying the hickey on his neck.

Heads turned when Tony walked into the common room.

"Tony..." Bruce said. Clearly none of them had expected Tony to be there.

"Yeah?" He asked, his mood starting to drop.

"Wha- Where have you been?" Bruce said, coming over to hug him.

"I was with Thor. They needed me on Asgard."

"Rhodey said you were in a car accident. Are you okay?" Steve had chirped up the courage to speak.

"Oh yeah, I was in one. I'm fine. Loki fixed me up." However, trust Clint to have a sharp eye.

"Looks like he did more than fix you up. Don't think you're hiding that hickey well" He laughed. Tony decided to play dumb, like he had no clue he had a hickey.

"Ah well. I had some fun with some of the girls on Asgard, I didn't know they had done that." Tony lied.

"I didn't know Loki was female now. Well done Stark. Banner told us you had a thing for him. " Tony shot a glare over to Bruce and he mouthed 'I asked you not to tell them'.  To that, Bruce mouthed 'I'm sorry'.  

"Shut up, Clint" Tony spat and went to get some scotch.

"Tony, it's 9 am," Cap said. Tony shrugged.

"Your point?"

"You shouldn't be drinking." Tony sighed. He took his glass and went back to his room. He was done with them already. A tiring lot of people.  He trusted none of them now. He laid in his bed and closed his eyes, spilling his scotch on himself and the bed. He swore breifly at that but made no attempt to clear it up or even move. He wasn't in the mood to.