"Kneel before me, mortal." The god demanded, gripping his sceptre rather tightly, looking down at the shorter brunette, who stubbornly looked up, crossing his arms over his armoured chest, not obeying the god's demand. "No." He said instead, narrowing his eyes a bit. This the god did not tolerate, as he grabbed the other's throat and flung him towards the floor. The god walked closer, placing his sceptre under the brown-eyed man man's chin and a foot on his chest, just on the blue glowing light. "It was no question, Stark." He growled, looking down menacingly at the one and only Tony Stark. Yet, the genius did not cave in and stared up bravely. "So?" He retorted, his brown orbs looking into the god's emerald ones. "So, you will do as I say." The god growled, bringing his face closer. "Oh yeah?" The philantropist asked skeptically. "Yes." The god answered, with a small smirk. "What do you think about... Hell no?" Tony asked, bringing his hand up to shoot a repulser ray at the god. It hit him straight in the chest and he was blown towards the other end of the room. The playboy arose, wiping off some imaginary dust, clipping his faceplate back on. "Bring it, Reindeer Games." He smirked, his gauntlets glowing brightly, as he aimed for the god. Reindeer Games, which was Stark's nickname for Loki, quickly rolled over and jumped to his feet, dodging the blasts of energy shot at him, his battle-gear appearing on him, while he did that. Suddenly, with a bright, green light, there appeared more Lokis out of nowhere, laughing tauntingly. Stark looked confused at them and aimed for them all, trying to find the real Loki, while fake ones kept popping up. Loki and his clones quickly and stealthily made their way over to the billionaire, the futile attempts of Stark still not hitting the real one. Eventually, he had reached him and grabbed his throat again, lifting the owner of Stark Tower into the air, before flinging him towards the wall. Iron Man arose eventually, coughing heavily and brushing off the rubble, that had fallen upon him. "Dude, not cool. No magic tricks." He scolded the god, still coughing. "I do what I want." The god retorted, a small smirk at his lips. "Yeah, yeah." The genius said, while waving his armoured hand in the air. While doing that, he quickly lifted his other hand into the air, turned both towards Loki and shot, hitting the ravenette hard. He skidded back, eventually falling onto the floor, his sceptre flying out of his reach. The billionaire powered the thrusters in his boots and flew up to Loki, aiming for his head, if he dared to get up. The trickster groaned, rolling his eyes. "Make a move." Tony growled, eyeing the man before him suspiciously. The outer armour disappeared and spread his fingers, his palms up, his arms lying outstretched on the floor. "I'm harmless." He smirked, batting his eyelashes for the effect. In that moment, Tony lost his concentration, musing about how cute Loki looked. Of course, he found the god very good-looking and felt an attraction towards him, but it was nothing more than that, yet. While he was overthinking his feelings for Loki, the lie smith had rolled away from Tony, as the philanthropist shot at the spot the god had lain a couple seconds ago. The illusion disappeared, revealing that Loki was still wearing his armour, his fingers somehow curled around the sceptre. He ducked underneath one of Tony's beams and swiped out his feet from underneath him, causing him to fall onto the floor. The troublemaker jumped on top of the playboy, the sceptre against his chin. "Now, do you surrender?" He purred, his bright emerald eyes fixated on the Iron Man mask. Tony did know when it was over, as it was now. "Sure." He said, while snorting. The lie forger tapped on the mask, a sign for Tony to open it. While rolling his eyes, he did so, revealing a tanned face, messy brown hair and coffee coloured eyes. He was indeed handsome, for Loki's standards, and couldn't help but feel attracted to him. Still straddling Tony's waist, one of his slender hands traveled up, over the armoured chest, to the brown cheek. Tony shuddered a little, as his enemy's hands traveled over his own body. He wanted to kiss Loki so badly, but he didn't know how that would turn out, probably not well for him. Those thoughts also crossed Loki's mind, but he dared to continue, as Stark had made no intent on pushing him off. His thin lips teasingly kissed Tony's jawline, moving up to his cheek and the corner of his mouth, driving the iron man crazy. The trickster's cold breath touched his lips, as his perfect mouth hovered over the billionaire's. He leaned in a bit more, their lips barely brushing, as he retracted, just to see how the Avenger would react. And he did as Loki had predicted. The gauntlets came up, pushing Loki's head back to the brunette's lips, keeping them there. Loki smirked into the kiss and wondered how quick he could make Tony long for more. His pale hands cupped the tanned cheeks, slowly licking the other man's lower lip, almost extracting a moan from him. Tony quickly opened his mouth, giving Loki an opportunity to slip his tongue in. They battles, even though it was not much of a battle, as Loki quickly overpowered the genius. That did extract a moan from him, making Loki smirk evilly. Stark's hands began tugging on Loki's armour, eager for more than just kissing. Slowly, Loki sat up from the kiss, eyeing Tony with a small smirk. Just teasingly slow he made the cape and helmet disappear, making Tony moan out of impatience. Then he pealed off his vambraces, pauldron and jacket, releasing the chest strap first, then taking of the pauldron with care. Of course he could do it with magic, he just wanted to tease the other. Growling with impatience, Tony started pulling at the chest piece. Loki chuckled, catching the hint, and removed the armour that was left, left in black pants and a black undershirt. "Now, remove your own armour." He whispered into the playboy's ear, making a shiver go down the billionaire's spine. He quickly complied, walking towards the landing pad, letting J.A.R.V.I.S. take the suit off. Only left in a Black Sabbath shirt, which he was very fond of, and some blue jeans, he quickly jumped on Loki, so he was on top. Taking off the god's shirt, he took a couple seconds to look at the god's perfect body. He was not as muscly as the Captain or as Thor, but he wasn't scrawny either. He was toned, his muscles nicely defined, a small six-pack shown, and lean. Quickly and eagerly he attacked the trickster's neck and collarbone, causing the mischievous man almost to moan. He didn't stay on top for long, as Loki quickly flipped him over, removing the black t-shirt, inspecting Tony's chest. Tony wasn't very muscly either, but you couldn't call him fat, nor was he round. He didn't have a six-pack, nor Thor's biceps, but he wasn't as thin as Steve had been before he became a super soldier. A pale, slender finger trailed up his chest, goosebumps rising, entangling a hand in the philanthropist's hair. Roughly, Loki smashed his lips onto the other's. He did not want to play games anymore, he did not want to wait anymore. "Wait..." Tony stopped him, making him growl, while panting. "Is this a one-night stand thing?" He asked, still trying to catch his breath. "If you want it to be..." Loki answered, also panting, letting his sentence trail off, lost in thought. Did he want to do this once and forget? Or did he truly feel something for this sarcastic man and did he want it to be more? "Whaddaya think 'bout you, me, tomorrow eight o', here?" The inventor proposed, his heart aching about the thought of losing Loki. With a smile, the god smashed his lips onto the engineer's in agreement.
