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"You know, I'm starting to reconsider our choice of keeping Loki," Natasha's rather annoying voice rang out from the living room of the Avengers Compound. The Black Widow was lounging on the couch, glaring daggers at the God of Mischief. 

"I agree with Nat," Clint Barton concurred, nodding. He was next to Natasha, also glaring daggers at the god. Loki rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. It had barely been two months, and most of the Avengers had grown to absolutely hate their new teammate. 

"We know you do!" Bruce called from the kitchen. 

"I think my company is rather refreshing," Loki said with a smile. Nat's eyes darkened as she fiddled with her braid. Banner was sitting at the island, clutching a cup of coffee while nervously glancing at the raven-haired god. 

"Great day in the morning, people," Tony Stark announced, sauntering into the kitchen. Loki flicked his emerald eyes up, smirk falling. 

"Is it, Tony?" Natasha inquired, scowling. Tony rolled his eyes.

"Nat, either stop being a bitch about Loki or kill him yourself. You're an independent woman. I don't care," Tony said plainly, pouring himself some coffee. "Reindeer Games, I need help in the lab," He said, gesturing to Loki. 

"I told you to stop calling me that," Loki said with a grimace. Tony shrugged. 

"Don't care," He said simply, sipping on his coffee. Loki sighed and glanced at Nat, who was still staring him down. 

"Little shit," She muttered under her breath, getting up. Loki smirked and raised a brow at Clint, who followed Natasha. Bruce quickly bolted out of the kitchen, leaving Tony and Loki alone. 

"C'mon," Tony said, slinging an arm around Loki. He couldn't help but notice how the god's shoulders relaxed when he did so, the way he leaned ever so slightly into Tony. They walked into the lab and Tony, to Loki's disappointment, removed his arm to get to work. 

"Pass me the thing," Tony said from behind a welding helmet. Loki raised a brow, grabbing a wrench and handing it to Tony, fingers brushing ever so slightly. 

"And the other thing," Tony held out his hand without looking up. Loki hesitated, confused, then grabbed a plasma cutter. He handed it over to Stark, accepting a murmured 'thank you'. He watched the playboy Avenger work on the new suit, noticing the way he stuck his tongue between his teeth or the way his eyes flickered when he tested something out. 

"Stark," Loki said softly, glancing at part of the suit's frame. He put a hand on Tony's arm to get his attention. Tony looked up. 

"What?"

"Look," He said, pointing at a piece of the exoskeleton. Tony grimaced. 

"Shit," He muttered, grabbing the torch. Loki watched the man repair the mistake with precision. 

"Wanna help?" Tony asked. Loki nodded. The Avenger beckoned him over, both of them standing so close their shoulders touched. 

"Okay, put that thing in there, and then screw the gold thing on tight," Tony said simply, gesturing to various parts. Loki nodded, accepting a tool and getting to work. Stark watched the god carefully, memorizing the way his eyes glowed and how his fingers moved-so precise, so sharp. The golden screw caught the light as Loki screwed it in, movements mechanical and careful. It was hard not to get mesmerized. 

"You're staring," Loki said, not looking up. Tony swallowed. 

"No, you're just a bit hard to ignore," He said, attempting to sound witty to cover his embarrassment. 

"Right," Loki said, smirking. Tony grinned. 

"Don't think I didn't catch you staring," He said, voice low and teasing. Loki's smirk faltered. 

"Maybe I just appreciate a good craftsman," He said haughtily. Tony rolled his eyes and swatted Loki's hand away from the suit, the wrench falling to the floor with a clatter. 

"Hey! I-"

"Shut up. You're doing it wrong," Tony said, grabbing Loki's hand. The god froze, Tony's warm touch against his cold skin sending a shiver down his spine.

"Look, you need to..." Loki stopped paying attention. His eyes grazed Tony's jawline, memorizing his face. 

"So you need to reattach the hydroelectric pump to the mainframe, and then-" Loki let Tony guide his hands, slowly repairing the machine. 

"Right," Loki murmured, still looking at Tony. He relished the physical contact, the feeling of skin against skin. It was grounding. Comforting. And he didn't want to let go. 

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Silver moonlight streamed in from Loki's window in his room in the Avenger's Compound. The god was sitting at a desk in the corner of his room-which felt more like a prison cell than a suite-fiddling with a scrap piece of metal to keep his hands busy. He closed his eyes, sighed, and rested his head on his arms. He was exhausted, but it was growing harder and harder to sleep. There was something missing, but he couldn't for the damn life of him figure out what. So he stayed awake, questioning the meaning of reality, being suicidal, anything to pass the time at this point. He decided to leave, slipping silently out of the room into one of the hundreds of living rooms in the Compound. 

"Fancy a glass?" Tony Stark was lounging on the plush velvet sofa, fiddling with the stem of a wine glass. Loki jumped at the sound of Tony's voice, shoulders tensing. 

"Gods," He muttered under his breath. "Sure," He said, sitting down next to the Avenger. Tony poured him a glass, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"You know, you're pretty good in the lab," Tony slurred. Loki furrowed his brow. 

"You're drunk," He assumed. Tony shrugged, grinning. 

"Yeah," He said matter-of-factly. Loki sighed, sipping the tart, dry liquid. Tony threw his arm around Loki, causing the god to flinch and shrink away. 

"What...are you doing?" Loki asked, scooting away. Tony just shifted closer, resting his head on Loki's tense shoulder. The feeling of another person against him was abnormal, but he secretly wanted more. He allowed his shoulders to relax, taking deep breaths. Tony lifted his head, noticing the way Loki's icy cobalt eyes memorized every small detail in the room. He tilted the god's face to meet his gaze, staring deep into the ice giant's eyes. 

"You sure do like looking at people," Loki deadpanned. Tony smirked, moving closer. 

"You're nice to stare at," He said, the thick smell of wine heavy on his breath. He moved closer, faces hovering inches away, cupping Loki's face with his hand. 

"Stark..." Loki began, becoming breathless under the weight of the other's gaze. Tony shut the god up by meeting their mouths together in a messy, drunk kiss. Loki's breath caught in the back of his throat. Tony moved his hand, tangling his fingers in the god's raven black hair. Loki braced himself on the arm of the couch, hand sliding to Tony's waist. Tony deepened the kiss, shifting on top of the god. Loki pushed Tony away before his desire got the better of his conscience. 

"You're drunk," He warned. Tony rolled his eyes. 

"I don't care," He said, trying to steal another kiss. Loki put a hand on Tony's chest. 

"You'll regret this when you're sober," He said. Tony shook his head impatiently. 

"No, I won't. Now shut up," He said, overpowering Loki and meeting his mouth to the god's. Loki felt heat bloom in the pit of his abdomen with Tony pressed against him, and eventually, his lechery got the best of him. He let Tony get him off of the couch and push him towards his room in the Compound, closing the door behind them. 

"Are you sure about this, Stark?" Loki asked dangerously. Tony grinned provocatively, letting Loki press him against the door. 

"Oh, I'm sure. Now shut up," He said. Loki raised a brow and locked the door. He then pressed Stark harder against the door, his mouth found the curve of Tony's throat. Whatever snarky drunk comment the Avenger could've managed was lost into the darkness, the two swallowed by muffled groans and unrelenting desire. 

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Golden sunlight streamed in through the windows in Loki's room. Forgotten clothes were strewn about the floor, the thick air smelling warmly of wine and sex. Loki was tangled in the sheets with Tony, his head resting in the crook of the Avenger's neck. They were both covered in marks and reminders from the night before, bodies still buzzing with ecstasy. Loki untangled himself from Tony, staring at the sleeping Avenger with a confused look in his eyes. 

What the fuck? He felt...vexed. He'd spent years hating the Avengers-Tony in particular-and now he wakes up with him in bed? He remembered the electric energy from their rendezvous, His own, desperate groans and Tony's low, husky demands. He shook his head, quieting the memory. He dressed, annoyed by the way the golden light painted Tony in such a human way he'd refused to look at him in. Loki slipped out of his room, stealing one last guilty glance before closing the door. 

"Looking rather disheveled, Laufeyson," Natasha's comment sent a jolt of anxiety through Loki's stomach. He covered it with a roll of his eyes. 

"It's called fashion, Romanov. Not that you would know anything about that," He said, voice dripping with honey as he went for the jugular. The red-headed Avenger gaped, trying to come up with a witty remark, but closed her mouth and pouted. Loki smirked, blushing when he turned. He poured a cup of steaming black coffee and strolled into the lab, getting to work. He reached for a wrench across the table, surprised when he found himself sore. That lead him to fantasizing about last night, making his cheeks flush crimson. He hit himself on the hand with the wrench, forcing himself to focus. But he found himself daydreaming about the fling last night, almost longing for the feeling of Tony's hands on him...

"Shut up," He muttered to himself, annoyed and flustered. He hyper-focused on the suit, trying desperately to ignore his growing feeling of desire. 

"Brother? Have you-" The booming, thunderous voice of Thor Odinson startled Loki out of his lust-driven stupor.

"Fuck. Thor!" He muttered, dropping the wrench with a clatter. Steve raised his eyebrows. 

"Scared you? Have you seen Tony?" He asked, laughing. Loki couldn't contain his flush. 

"No," He said simply, turning back to his work. Thor paused, searching for a better answer in the air between them. 

"Check Loki's bedroom! He's been on edge all morning!" Nat called from the living room. Loki's eyes widened when he turned away from Thor, breath quickening. To his relief, Thor scoffed. 

"Please. They hate each other," He called back. 

"So? All the more reason to-" Thor cut her off. 

"So if someone couldn't find that one dangerous Valkyrie woman you fought back in the Red Room, we should check your bedroom?" Thor yelled. 

"Terrible comeback, first of all. Second of all, yes!" Natasha yelled. Thor scoffed, rolled his eyes, and turned back to Loki, whose hands were shaking ever so slightly. 

"Brother?" Thor asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Loki slammed the wrench down on the table. 

"Just-just go away. Do something useful," Loki said, voice trembling. Thor's eyes widened. 

"Okay...no need to get all frost giant-y on me," He retorted, turning to leave. Loki stared at his hand and growled in frustration when he found them glowing in an emerald green. 

"Fuck you, Stark," He muttered, blushing. 

Meanwhile, Tony stirred from his heavy sleep into a hungover daze, blinking slowly. He looked around, surprised but pleased to find himself in a bed at smelled like wine, sex, and Loki. He smirked through his headache, sinking deeper into the plush velvet pillows and closing his eyes, relishing the feeling of the cool sheets against bare skin. 

"Ugh," He groaned, clearing the now scattered metal scraps into a heap in the corner with a flick of the wrist. He left the lab, trying to decide what to do with himself, so he returned to the living room to find Nat, Thor, and Clint standing in his bedroom doorway, gawking. Please, Odin, don't hate me now...

"HOLY FUCK I WAS RIGHT!?" Natasha yelled, pointing frantically at his room. Loki swallowed and tried to bolt out of the room, but the deadly-named Avenger was right up next to him in a blink.

"Wait you actually slept with Tony?!" Clint gasped. Loki grit his teeth and looked away, flushing crimson. "NO. WAY." The two threw their hands up in astonishment. Thor was staring at him dumbly. 

"You...like people like him?" He asked. Loki scoffed. 

"Thor, the amount of times you've caught me making out with either a man or woman back in Asgard are quite literally impossible to count," He pointed out, trying to avert the attention away from his bedroom. But the sound of Tony rustling out of his sheets couldn't have been less helpful. 

"OH GOD HE'S NAKED!" Natasha screamed, fleeing from the doorway. 

"Impressive," Barton commented, a smirk on his face. Loki grimaced, rolling his eyes and closing the door.

 "Leave my sex life alone," He said, attempting to sound threatening. Barton laughed, Thor flushed, and Nat scowled. 

"What'd you think?" Tony yelled from behind the door. Nat cackled. 

"Not as big as I thought it was!" Barton called back. Tony laughed. Thor slipped out of the room, pulling Loki aside. 

"We need to talk," He said. Loki raised a brow. 

"Brother, there isn't anything to discuss," He said simply. Thor paused. 

"I guess there isn't," He said. Loki nodded, slipping into his room. Tony was slowly buttoning his shirt. 

"Thanks for that, by the way," Loki said bitterly. Tony raised an eyebrow. 

"What, the sex or the help?" He asked. Loki blushed.

"First, shut up. Second, get out of my room," He said. Tony shrugged. 

"Whatever you say, princess," He said, grabbing his wrinkled jacket and throwing it over his shoulder, exiting the room. Loki sighed and flopped onto his bed, the sheets smelling like wine and Tony's cologne. 

"Hell..." He muttered, closing his eyes and falling asleep, dreaming about none other than the iron-clad Avenger. 

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Tony was suffering from a severe headache and nausea. The average hangover. He was wearing sunglasses, popping painkillers as if he was Dr. House, and being all of the more dramatic. 

"You look like hell," Nat remarked, sitting down across him from the table. Tony groaned and held up his hand. 

"I can hear you just fine, thanks," He said, bile rising in the back of his throat. He grabbed a cold breakfast burrito and picked at the tortilla, stomach roiling in protest. The soft patter of footsteps caught Tony's attention. Loki slipped silently into the kitchen, long fingers curled around a steaming mug of tea, took one glance at Tony, and bolted. Nat and Clint snickered, and Steve walked in, looking behind him. 

"What's up with Loki?" He asked. Tony rolled his eyes. 

"He had too nice of a time few nights ago," Nat poked. Tony glared at her behind his glasses. Clint got up, and Steve raised an eyebrow. 

"I think I'm missing something," He said, glancing between all of the Avengers. A single glare from Tony said enough. "Ooookay," He said, backing out of the room. 

"I'm going shooting," He announced, stretching. 

"Nat go with him," Tony said without looking up, the burrito long forgotten. She scoffed. 

"Why?" 

"Because I'm tired of your bitching," Tony said bitterly. She gasped. 

"I haven't even bitched once!" 

"Shut up!" Tony said, mocking the now high-pitch of Nat's voice. She glared at him, flipped him off, and followed Clint. Muttered crude Russian curses drifted from behind her, adding to Tony's headache. A soft rustle caught the Avenger's hungover-muffled attention. Loki slipped into the kitchen, tea forgotten. 

"May I?" He asked softly. Tony raised a brow, bloodshot eyes softening. 

"I'm all good on the wine, but more sex wouldn't hurt," He deadpanned. Loki flushed.

"Right," He said quietly, inching closer. Tony sat up straight, and Loki stepped in the space between his knees. He lifted his hands, hovering his fingertips over Tony's temples, trembling ever so slightly before resting. He focused on all of the pain and tension pent up inside the Avenger's head, closing his eyes. Tony stared up at the God, memorizing all of the features of the handsome deity's face. Loki's jaw tensed as he focused his energy, drew in a breath, and exhaled, healing energy trickling from his cache of power, warm and electric through his veins and fingertips. Tony let out a breath. 

"Shit," He murmured, eyelids fluttering shut. The pain vanished instantaneously. Loki smiled, opening his eyes and staring intently at Stark, slowly skimming his fingers down to the Avenger's jaw and cupping his face gently. Tony opened his eyes and tilted his head up, meeting his mouth to the God's and placing his hands on Loki's hips. Loki made a small sound in the back of his throat, moving his hands to the back of Tony's head and tangling his fingers in his unexpectedly soft brown hair. Tony broke away, mouth finding the curve of Loki's throat. 

"Please," Loki breathed, buzzing with desire. Tony got up and pressed Loki against the counter, bracketing him against the cold marble with his hands. Loki pushed him gently in the direction of his bedroom, eyes pleading. Tony smirked deviously and grabbed Loki by the wrist, pulling him towards the bedroom. The world dissolved into messy kisses and low groans, desire sparking with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word left drifting in the air between them.

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"Alright, folks," Tony announced, striding into the conference room with the usual smirk on his face. Nat and Clint ignored him, staying deep in their conversation. Thor and Steve were talking about Mjolner, while Bruce was listening intently. Loki, who was sitting silently in the corner of the room, looked up. 

"Don't tell me we've got-"

"Nope," Tony interrupted Nat, smiling. She gave him a look and turned back to Clint. "We are going in disguise as rich bastards who don't care about anyone but themselves. Except for Clint and Nat, you guys are married," He said. Clint gave Tony the same look. 

"Why? We're always married," He complained. Tony splayed his hands. 

"No one wants to see a gay rich couple, Barton," He said. Clint gaped. 

"No, everyone wants to see a gay rich couple," He said. Tony rolled his eyes. 

"Clint's right," Steve said. Thor nodded. 

"Fine. Cap and Bruce, you guys get to be married," Tony said simply. "I don't care, but I need two of you to make out with each other," Bruce's eyes got wide. 

"How about you and Loki are married?" Nat suggested. Tony reddened slightly. 

"Why?" 

"You already have the sex down...just pretend that you're married," She said. Loki swallowed, throat tight. 

"I don't think that's-"

"I agree," 

"Same,"

"Definitely," Said all three of their unanimous replies. Loki flushed .

"No," He said. Tony shrugged. 

"Fine," The Avenger said, grinning deviously. Loki blinked and sank deeper into his chair. It was going to be a long night. 

The ballroom was alight with energy. Cheesy instrumental music was playing in the background as hundreds of rich assholes filled the room, tittering and snarking away at each other-all of their voices dripping with honey as they went for each other's jugulars. Tony was in disguise for "safety reasons", but everyone knew that it was just because he wanted to protect his ego. He had Loki create a holographic disguise of a much more handsome, British man around Tony's age with blonde hair and a winning smile that turned heads everywhere he went. 

"Damn, you made me stunning!" Tony said, looking at himself in the mirror. Loki rolled his eyes. The God was dressed in a sharp emerald velvet suit, precisely cut to compliment his ethereal features perfectly. He had glimmering viridescent eyeliner, making his icy blue eyes even more captivating. It was all Tony had to not stare, much more to pin Loki against the bathroom sink and do unholy things to the deity...

"We should go," Loki said, glancing behind him. Tony shrugged and allowed Loki to magic the door open, stepping out into the sparkling ballroom. Loki swiped two glasses of champagne, handing one to his "fake" lover and perching one precariously on his fingertips. Tony looped his arm around Loki's, grinning and eyes alight. 

"Don't make a prick of yourself," Loki warned under his breath. 

"Darling, that's what I do best," Tony said, voice dangerous and seductive. Loki flushed and glanced around him, taking note of the other Avengers scattered across the room. Natasha was lurking in the shadows, slipping from one place to another gracefully and unnoticed. Thor was standing awkwardly by the punch bowl, getting flushed by constantly sipping at his alcohol. Clint, Bruce, and Steve all carried out the mission, slowly but successfully. The team would only need about an hour left here. 

"Let's eat something," Tony suggested. Loki raised a brow. 

"We're on a mission, Stark. Or have you forgotten that?" Loki said, eyes gleaming in the light of the many crystal chandeliers. Tony shrugged him off. 

"So what? Our job is to make a distraction. There's an easy way to do that with just a little bit of booze and a lot of making out,"

"Seems like you have experience," 

"You would know," 

Loki flushed and bit the inside of his cheek, following Tony to one of the ivory draped tables. Silver trays of food were scattered across all of the tables, and the Avenger stared, unimpressed, at each of them. 

"Dude," He muttered, begrudgingly taking a small dish of caviar, the black pearls gleaming in the light. "What happened to all of the good food?" Loki looked around, attempting to find something at least slightly suitable. 

"I'm presuming you prefer cheeseburgers and fries, in comparison to caviar and steak?"

"Steak's fine, but these rich bastards value appearance over taste,"

"You don't need to worry about either of those," Loki said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You've got both down," 

"Exactly," Tony said, smirking. The god grabbed a small plate of salad, staring menacingly at the greens. 

"Disgusting," 

"Agreed," Tony said, eyeing the bottles of wine. Loki glanced at the Avenger, gave a devilish smile, and rose. Tony watched Loki slip over to the counter, smoothly seduce the young bartender into giving him the bottles of the best wine, and walked over to their table. 

"Come with me," He whispered into Tony's ear, eyes gleaming with mischief. Tony grinned and got up, letting his fake husband lead him into the backrooms. Loki shut the door behind them, grinning mischievously and uncorking the onyx-tinted bottle with a flick of the wrist. Tony spread almost invitingly on the couch, causing Loki's cool façade to fade instantaneously, as well as the holographic illusion. He took a long swig from the bottle and set it down, hands trembling slightly as he moved towards Tony. He somehow gracefully managed to get on top of Stark, straddling the Avenger. Tony stared up at Loki, daring him to make the first move. The deity swallowed, the earthy and bitter aftertaste of the wine beginning to cloud his tastebuds. He leaned down, pinning Stark on the couch with his hands and meeting their mouths in a kiss. Tony slid his hands from beside him into Loki's velvet jacket, clutching at Laufeyson's shirt. Loki breathed, taking another long drink of the wine before continuing. When they pulled away again, Tony drained almost half of the bottle in a daring move. Both of them were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Just as Loki had begun to unbutton Tony's shirt, Steve barged in. 

"Tony? We-oh shit," Steve stammered, sizing up the situation. Loki awkwardly slid off of Tony, landing on the couch with a soft thud. 

"What, Cap?" Tony said, words slightly slurred. Steve cleared his throat and looked away, tugging at the collar of his shirt. 

"We have completed the mission and should most likely go," Thor announced from the doorway. Tony sighed. 

"Mmk. You stole the-the thing?" He asked sluggishly. Nat rolled her eyes. 

"Yeah. Come on. Car. Us. Go," She said, gesturing for them to leave. Loki was too drunk to conjure the illusion, so they managed by sweeping Tony's hair in such a way that he looked relatively unrecognizable. Nat, Clint, and Bruce got into one of the large black self-automated cars, Thor and Steve in the other, leaving Tony and Loki again. 

"Jarvis, drive," Tony said, shaking his head to unsuccessfully clear the fog. The robot obliged, and they arrived to the compound in a matter of minutes. Tony and Loki stumbled out of the car and into Loki's room without a word, Tony smirking dangerously and Loki flushed. They locked the door behind them and rushed to take off their confining dress jackets. Tony stepped forward, making Loki fall back onto the bed. 

"Dominant," Loki pointed out. 

"You like that," He said, voice low. Loki swallowed again. Tony began to unbutton his shirt, staring Loki dead in the eyes as he did so. 

"Stark," Loki breathed. He paused. 

"What?" 

"Hurry up," Loki said, the ghost of a laugh tainting his words. Tony smirked and obliged, stripping off his shirt and undershirt to reveal his well-toned but scarred chest. Loki ran his fingertips along Tony's abdomen, staring intently with his bloodshot icy eyes. Stark swiftly undid Loki's shirt, and then quickly rid them of their remaining clothes, both hard in anticipation. Loki's breath caught as Tony grabbed him by the wrist and steadied him by the bed. He waited, leaving Loki in a desperate anticipation. 

"Please," He pleaded, eyes fluttering shut. Tony positioned himself, drew in a breath, and entered. Loki gasped, dopamine coursing through his system as Stark found a rhythm, thrusts deep and precise. He couldn't contain his moans, eyes rolling back as Tony found the spot. 

"Fuck," He gasped, clutching the sheets. Heat bloomed in his abdomen, and he just barely was able to choke out, "Stark," 

"Do it," Tony said, his command husky. Loki tensed and collapsed onto the bed, eyes fluttering shut with pleasure as he released. He was trembling with pleasure, the gratifying aftershock of his climax settling in his body as his chest heaved. He caught his breath, eyes glassy, and got off the bed. He knelt down before Tony, staring up at the Avenger with determination. He took a breath, moved closer, and took Stark in his mouth. Tony groaned, low and deep, digging his fingers in Loki's tangled black curls. 

"More," He demanded, eyes rolling back. Loki maintained his stare, tongue clever as he delivered. Tony felt himself tense. "Loki," He choked, clutching Loki's curls. Loki held his gaze as Tony came, swallowing carefully. They both stumbled onto the bed, smelling thickly like wine and covered in one another. They fell into a drunken sleep, buzzing with ecstasy, eager to repeat in the morning.