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He won.
For a split second, Loki thought he wouldn't. The Man of Iron had thrown a massive nuclear weapon into the Chitauri base many minutes after the mindless beast had played with him as if he were a simple ragdoll. Ever since that demonstration of power – and humiliation – Loki all but laid down on the crater and tried to recover himself enough to at least stand up.
His entire back was screaming at him, aching from hitting the ground with such force too many times, not to mention his spine snapping and bending in the air. It would require a lot of time – perhaps even magic, even though Aesir heal much faster than a mortal could – to heal from such an attack, time which he couldn't waste.
Before falling from the Bifröst, all he has ever wanted was to be Thor's equal. Not rule Asgard, not even be considered better than his former brother. He just wanted to be respected as much as people respected Thor, loved as much as they loved Thor.
When he was little, Odin told him they both were meant to be kings. If that's what he wanted since the beginning, so be it. But Loki would be the only king. Of course, finding out his true heritage didn't make it easy but even so, he tried his best to show Odin how worthy he was.
All in vain. The fall was truly a suicide attempt, a failed one since he was – sadly – saved by that despicable Chitauri race. The Other's plan was for him to take the Tesseract and open the portal so they could be the ones to reign the Nine Realms. They'd start with Midgard, but slowly taking control over the others, as well as Asgard.
Loki was no idiot, though. He wasn't about to let such ridiculous creatures conquer the Realms. However, he did need to leave their home planet and break free from their grasp. So naturally, he lied his way through it. If someone was about to rule the Nine Realms, it would be him.
But now, he needed to recover quickly in order to rule this world.
Gathering as much magic as he could, Loki closed his eyes and distributed healing spells throughout his entire body, but mostly his column. His bones quickly getting back in to place, fixing themselves, the ache pulsating a little less every few seconds. As much as it hurt and tired him out, it was necessary. He didn't have time to take care of his bruises and the pain didn't fully diminish, but at least now he could try to move.
When he started to move out of the crater, he looked up to see every single one of the Avengers staring down at him, Barton right in the middle and pointing a sharp arrow to his face. His mouth agape, trying to control his breathing and the throbbing pain, he said "If it's all the same to you..."
He straightened himself, coming to a better sitting position. He looked at Stark, "I'll have that drink now."
The man smirks slightly, perhaps debating to himself whether or not he should consent. The others furrowed their brows, confused nonetheless since this was a reference he made specifically for Stark. That mortal was by far the most interesting between them. He'd certainly be the last one to suffer.
Well, no time to lose then. In a swift move, he darted forward, dodging Barton's incoming arrow. Each Avenger started to move, trying to strike him or at least incapacitate him, but Loki was having none of it. He gripped the staff, using it as leverage to kick the Widow, who was sent flying to the nearest wall.
Captain America ran to hold the woman, while Iron Man shot a blast of energy at him. He deflected it on time, the sceptre creating a magical barrier around him. The green beast ran thoughtlessly towards him, but Loki was faster and tapped the tip of the staff on the center of his chest.
A foolish decision, considering how easy it was to use the sceptre on Barton yet again and make him fight the woman. With the others busy with Hulk, Loki – struggling, but with help from Agent Barton – managed to change Agent Romanoff.
Three down, three more to go.
Stark stopped fighting Hulk to aim his repulsors back at Loki – by now, the god thought his suit might have gone out of ammunition and desperately needed repair – but Black Widow and Hawkeye aimed right back at him in order to protect Loki.
"I'll save you for last, Stark." Loki murmured, grinning viciously before turning his attention to the blonds.
The captain turned around to face him, looking from Iron Man to Hawkeye to Black Widow and back at him again, holding his shield tightly. "What is your plan, Loki?"
Stark tried to hit the others on the head, but the two assassins never stood still and were too fast for him to do so, "Uh, isn't it obvious? Reindeer Games still didn't give up on trying to rule the world."
"Trying and succeeding." Loki corrected as he swiftly lunged forward, grabbing the soldier and threw his shield to the other side of the room and transform him into one of his minions.
As soon as he'd get all these so called super heroes, he'd get rid of that appalling Chitauri Army. Though humans had their limitations, these few remarkable mortals were surely better than their kind. All of them were already tired from the previous fights and events that led them to this, but once touched by the Tesseract, all senses left them. All that still remained was the wish to obey.
Immobilized by the rage monster, Thor all but pleaded him. "Loki, my brother, you don't have to-"
"Do this?" Loki asks, grinning widely though it did not reach his eyes. "Oh yes, I don't have to do this." He bends down, the sceptre almost gently touching his former brother on the chest. "But I want to." He was the only one who Loki really did see the eyes change, from cerulean blue to the unusual and startlingly bright blue.
With all the controlled Avengers by his side, he only had one more to take care of.
The Man of Iron was able to avoid the mortal ones, but once Thor and Hulk caught him, they shredded his armor easily, throwing bits and pieces around the place. Then they all stepped aside, letting Loki deal with the small man.
Loki pinned Stark down with his magic, taking a moment to appreciate the man's physique. Loki didn't have much time to appreciate the man's beauty, but he couldn't help but stare.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Stark spat the words at him, his jaw tight from anger.
Loki chuckled, kneeling to peel off Stark's clothes. He could've done it with magic, but it was much more gratifying taking them off himself, watching as Stark tried to pull himself free and at the same time stop Loki from doing so.
At last when he was naked, Loki could watch him more carefully. His whole body was bruised, with a few cuts occasionally showing, but it was still a beautiful sight. He didn't look much at his manhood, though, there was still much to be done.
So he teleportedTony to his hide-out, locking him up in a windowless bedroom. He softly whispered, "I'll be back later, my pet," the mockingly endearing nickname sliding off his tongue easier than he thought it would. "I have business to attend to."
He left Thor and Hulk as guards at the door and left with the others.
The Other wanted to rule the Nine Realms. Thanos, however, desired to court Lady Death. Loki used the Tesseract to contact him, on the basement of the warehouse that he was previously hidden.
"And what do I owe the pleasure, godling?" Thanos' rumbling voice surrounded the area, his dark figure only a miniature in the cube's blue light.
"I take it you heard the news." Loki answered coldly. "The war has been won. However, not by the Chitauri."
Thanos narrowed his eyes. "You rebelled?"
Loki shrugged. "One might put it that way."
He planned to 'rebel' since the beginning. But he wasn't about to tell the details to Thanos.
The giant grinned maliciously. "And... you're telling me this so they don't come after you? Are you asking for protection?"
"No. What kind of fool do you take me for?" He crossed his arms, huffing a laugh. Thanos was a dangerous creature who could very well invade Midgard right in that moment and kill Loki for such insolence, but Loki was confident.
The Tesseract might not be enough to stop him, but his new army – which soon would expand – certainly could try. Either way, Loki was no coward. Not anymore.
"I am telling you this because, fortunately for me, the Chitauri won't be a problem anymore. And, as a bonus, Lady Death received a great gift." Now it was Loki who grinned, "Let's just say one of the so called Avengers took care of everything."
Thanos' deep voice let out a laughter. "You want to make a deal with me."
It was not a question.
"Certainly." Loki nodded, "If, ah, you so kindly let me rule this world..." As if he has a choice, Loki thought, "I can help you courting Death."
Thanos' expression was blank for a minute, then "You are bold, godling. I admire that."
Loki bowed down, "Thank you. Do we have a deal?"
The giant nodded and Loki smirked. He disconnected the call and went to the center of New York.
"Barton, Romanoff, I want you two to bring some humans to me. Strangers or acquaintances, doesn't matter. I'll choose whoever gets to live and serve me, and whoever dies."
First, they brought a great amount of SHIELD agents. Some of which Loki was already familiar with, others he'd never seen. Some begged him to let them live and work for him, others had the audacity to spit on his face and say they prefered death.
Either way, he killed more than controlled them. This batch that the assassins brought him wasn't worth muchanyway.
The second time they brought him people, Fury was amongst them.
"Ah, so we meet again, Director." Loki mused, humour in his tone.
Fury had his wrists on his back, restrained by shackles. "What makes you think you'll get away with this, Loki?" His eye narrowed.
"Hm, let's see..." He started, mockingly counting on his fingers his advantages, "I got every single one of your Avengers in my command." One, "A great amount of your agents are either dead or controlled by me," Two, "You are being held captive by me," Three, "How could anybody come to the rescue?" Four.
Fury scoffed, "You think we only have the Avengers?"
Loki pursed his lips, coming closer to the man. "Are you telling me you have more super-heroes?"
Fury's eye glared defiantly at Loki. "You're currently in New York, Odinson-"
"Don't. Call me that." Loki warned him.
"-But Earth is much bigger than just that." He said, calm even in such a situation. "You're just like Stark. Thinking everything evolves around you and nothing else exists."
"Oh, but that is true, Director." Loki responded with a grin, but his eyes still glared at him. "I'm still getting started. I'm aware there's still much to do."
He kicked Fury's legs, the man falling on his knees and wincing at the pain. Loki walked to face his back, leaning down to whisper on his ear, "And from where I'm standing, you have two choices.
"You either give in and aid me with these other super-heroes... or you die." He said, tightening his grip on the sceptre.
Fury shook his head, his next words coming from gritted teeth, "I'd rather die."
"Very well." Loki said as he decapitated the man without ceremony, his head landing on the cold ground with a thud.
Now he had to find these other heroes and take them down one by one.
Then again, it was getting late. He'd been up and about for at least three days, being beaten and bruised in battle, and literally smashed by the hulk, all of which couldn't be healed with only magic.
Even he needed rest. However, there was something much more important he needed to do first.
Stark.
By the time he got back, Stark was moving everywhere, still trying to find a way to escape. He grinned when he saw the scared look on the mortal's face.
"Let me tell you how everything will turn out, Stark," He said, closing the door behind him and walking closer to Stark. "I can't control you with the staff..." He put a hand on Stark's blue light, stroking it absent-mindedly, "but there are other ways, you know."
He slowly took off his coat, working through the straps and leather on his armour, his moves sensual and yet intimidating.
"Whoa, hey Bambi, what are you-"
"If you fight back, Stark, this will hurt you a lot more." Loki advised.
He knew what he was about to do. He wanted Stark ever since that performance issues comment on his tower, all those hours ago. And he was going to take what he wanted, even if Stark didn't cooperate.
Stark dashed to the right, trying to get to the door, but Loki quickly caught him by the neck and threw him back to the ground.
So much for advising.
"Ah-ah-ah, I told you not to fight back, Stark." Loki chided as he crouched down, taking Stark's face between one hand bruisingly and quickly gripped both of the man's hands in the other, pulling them above his head easily. "You should really do as I say, pet."
"I'm not your fucking pet." The mortal spat back, still trying to break free from his grip, "Get away from me, you weirdo!"
Loki laughed. In time, he'd learn not to talk like that to him. The hand on Stark's face left, taking both his wrists and casting a straining spell, as if they were handcuffs.
When the man found out what the magic was for, Loki smirked.
He tried to kick Loki in the groin, but the god quickly grabbed his hips, bruising him again. "My patience is wearing thin, Stark..."
"Fuck you."
Loki laughed again, "Now, why would I do that when I can fuck you instead?"
Before Stark could react, Loki was kissing him fiercely, his tongue invading the man's mouth without a second thought. The mortal didn't kiss back, he even tried to bite Loki's tongue which made him chuckle.
This was going to be fun.
"Now now, Man of Iron. I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned him. Loki would take him by force if necessary, but he wondered how it'd go with Stark also wanting him.
He gritted his teeth at Loki, "I'd rather die than let you fuck me."
The mortal was scared. He was trying to keep the tough mask on, but Loki could tell he was scared and a part of him even wanted to die.
Loki grinned mockingly, "Your death is not part of my plans, Stark. I have far better ideas."
Stark could beg for his death all he wanted, but wouldn't this be so much fun? His death would bring nothing to Loki, not a single rush of satisfaction. His body, on the other hand...
He flicked his wrist, magically coating his fingers with lubricant. "Spread your legs," He commanded.
Loki glanced at Stark's naked body, his cock already getting interested.
"Never." The mortal sneered at him, determined to be difficult.
Loki sighed impatiently. "Very well, then."
He shifted his position and started to straddle Stark, his coated fingers now reaching for his entrance.
Stark still moved, trying to break free from Loki's strength, but nothing worked. Loki's erection brushed his abdomen, which only made Stark's eyes widen more. Loki grinned, the situation amusing him greatly. Loki started to circle his finger around the entrance.
"F-Fuck, stop, Loki!"
Loki didn't stop, but he didn't push a finger inside either. He would, however, go slow and with the amount of lubricant that wouldn't cause too much pain. Stark might not have wanted sex, but Loki could have made it more painful, if he so wished.
"Oh, Stark, you are a little tense..." Loki replied mockingly, shifting himself on top of Stark's lap so their cocks were inches away from touching. In a swift move, he ground their hips together, making Stark gasp. "How's this, my pet?"
Apparently, it worked quite a bit, since Stark jumped and brushed their cocks together again. It felt delicious, but still it wasn't what Loki needed.
"I take from it you liked it, Stark?"
By now, Loki knew it was Stark's first time with a man. The thought only made Loki's cock twitch with desire, since he would be the first to take the man in such a way.
"I don't fucking like men!" Stark snarled. Loki raised an amused brow and pushed one finger inside of him, Stark gasping again out of surprise.
Oh yes, when Loki was done with him he'd love this.
With his fingers slowly stretching inside, Loki laughed lowly and murmured, "Maybe I can change that." Finishing the sentence with another grind of his hips.
He felt Stark's cock hardening with the pressure, so Loki ground his hips again. Stark started to unconsciously ease himself, making it easy for Loki to thrust the fingers inside and stretch them. The man was shaking, his breath hitching even though he insisted to fight against Loki's strength.
He seemed too lost in his thoughts, so the god deemed him prepared and quickly pushed the tip of his cock against the still tight puckered hole, slamming all the way inside.
"FUCK!"
"You seemed distracted, Man of Iron. I'll make sure you don't divert your attention anymore." Loki explained with an evil grin as he started to move.
It's been oh so long since Loki had this, since Loki could have the luxury of stopping everything in order to receive and give pleasure. Even before, when he still used the Odinson last name and lived under Odin's protection, he hadn't adventured himself too much. Now, he wanted to savour the moment.
Stark went still, which only prompted Loki to thrust deeper and faster. It felt so good already, but Loki would be a liar – he suppressed a chuckle – if he said it wouldn't feel better with a little cooperation from the mortal.
Their bodies were pressed together. He could feel Stark's erection pressing against his stomach, creating a delightful friction between them. Loki could barely hold back his groans, the sounds leaving him and going directly to the mortal's ear.
"Please..." He heard the mortal whisper, withdrawing his head just enough to properly look at him. Stark looked truly miserable and nothing at all like the man he met.
That made Loki slightly annoyed, but he didn't stop his ministrations. "Are you going to appeal to my humanity, Stark?" He said, imitating their first encounter.
And there it was, the fury in the man's eyes right before he closed them. Loki held back a laugh. Instead, he decided to kiss his neck, placing a few tentative bites on the skin.
And that's how he climaxed, thrusting deeply into the man and biting him, riding through his orgasm. The man was too quiet and still, his cock still jabbing Loki. He even entertained the thought of finishing him, holding his long fingers around the shaft and working his way through the little man's own orgasm, but...
He wasn't playing with Loki, per say. Perhaps another time, then.
"This is what you'll be doing now, my pet." Loki murmured before pulling away from Stark a few inches. He grabbed his face between his hands, forcing him to look right into his eyes. "You'll give me pleasure whenever I desire. Do you understand?"
Brown, fiery eyes glared at mischievous green. And that's what made him interested in this human: his passionate and yet quiet rage. Loki's breath was hot, inches away from the other man's lips. He could easily catch his mouth with his if he wanted to.
"Yes." The weak reply left the mortal's lips.
"Good." Loki finally caught their lips in a kiss, softer than he initially intended but still dominant enough. As expected, Stark didn't kiss him back.
"Until the next time" Loki said breaking the kiss, brushing his pet's cheek gently.
In a second, he was gone, shutting the door and releasing the mortal from his magic. He went to his own room, laying on the oversized bed without ceremony.
He'd think of his duties the next day. For now, he needed to rest.
Things were busier than ever. Loki had to keep an eye on the mortals that worked for him, the ones who should be sacrificed to Thanos (and therefore Lady Death), the other heroes that Fury had mentioned before his death, and conquering the rest of this world.
Because it had been a few days – Loki dared to even call it weeks – but he was still in New York. By now the other cities and countries must know about what was happening there, so they sent military help and did their best to keep their own people safe. All in vain, of course. Loki would get there eventually.
One day, he met Stark's best friend, the colonel. Along with his army, they tried to stop him, but what caught Loki's attention was his armour. It was similar to Stark's, but black and with more visible weapons. He looked menacing and not at all elegant, like Stark managed to look while wearing his suit.
"You've got ten seconds to drop the spear, Loki." He said, aiming the guns at the god.
Loki laughed, sceptre still in hand. "Or what, Colonel Rhodes? You plan to shoot me?"
"Time's up." Rhodes declared and in less than a second later, he was shooting all kinds of weapons and beams at Loki. All anyone could see was a smoke curtain, but Loki appeared behind the colonel and with his magic, held him in the air.
"Listen, Colonel Rhodes. I am extremely busy today, and in a sour mood. Not only are you testing my patience, but you're also doing it in Stark's armour."
"Don't you dare talk about-"
"No, don't you dare talk about him." Loki made a move of his hand, curling his fist and cutting Rhodes' oxygen. "You stole his metal armour. You have no say in this."
The other militaries were now trying to shoot him, so Loki teleported them back to his lair. Still holding him in the air, Loki continued as if nothing had happened, "Now, I have two options. I could kill you right now and retrieve Stark's stolen armour-"
"It's not stolen, he gave it to me-" Rhodes managed to whisper, his lungs desperately searching for air.
"Or..."
Loki released him, the colonel hitting the ground hard and trying to regain oxygen, so Loki didn't have much trouble taking off his suit. Naturally, it was shredded to pieces – like Stark's, sometime ago – but he could conjure it in one piece again later.
"You shall work for me..." Loki sneered, walking closer to the man and placing the tip of the sceptre on his heart.
As much as a part of him wanted to kill this human because of his insolence to steal something so precious from Stark, he chose to use him because he needed more powerful beings on his new army, and he couldn't assemble Stark, oh no. His pet was far too precious to attend to such things. He only needed one more dead mortal to reach his quota for the day. And he knew exactly who to kill.
Tracking Stark's girlfriend wasn't so difficult. Some citizens were starting to evacuate the city, Ms Potts included, but Loki ended up finding her in Stark's malibu house. The voice in the ceiling warned her about his arrival, but there wasn't much she could do to escape him.
Stark's machines were doing their best to hide her, help her and even trap Loki. But all it brought was destruction. Once he managed to catch the wench, he threw her across the room, which just so happened to be Stark's bedroom.
"You won't get away with this." The woman cried, trembling, placing a hand on her head. "JARVIS, try to contact-"
"Who, Ms Potts?" Loki pressed a hand to her mouth. "Colonel Rhodes is in my control now. By the time the police, the firemen, the army, anyone gets here, you'll already be dead."
Loki muffled her screams with his hand, a sound much like Tony trying to escape. Tears streamed down her face while she kicked and punched and tried to break away from Loki, but if he was already stronger than an ordinary mortal, he was much more stronger than a simple female mortal such as herself.
"Stark can't come rescue you, Ms Potts." Loki murmured, his expression getting darker as his hand got tighter. "He's my pet now."
She managed to bite his hand, distracting Loki with it and running away. But before she could pass through the door, he hit her head on the door and threw her in the direction of the glass window.
"Tony is better than this. Than you." She was cut off by a hand on her windpipe, Loki hoisting her up in the air. "You may want to break him, but he'll never surrender to you. Never."
"He doesn't need to surrender." Loki answered, his grip on her neck bruising. "I'll make him surrender."
With that, he threw her through the window, much like he once did to Stark. Except this time, she didn't have any armour to save herself. If it was the fall that killed her first, Loki didn't know and didn't care. Her skull cracked when she reached the ground, smearing blood all around her distorted corpse.
"Now that you're gone, he has nothing else." Loki answered to no one, exiting the house as if nothing important happened.
Stark had always been reluctant to obey, so Loki thought of doing something different. Give the man's bottom a rest for the day and just let him suck him.
However, this day was no different. Stark still fought and refused and on that particular day, Loki's patience had already been tested too many times. He was in no mood for it.
Grabbing a fistful of the man's hair, Loki commanded again. "Suck. It."
Stark gave him the wrong answer. "Make. Me." He snarled through gritted teeth.
"As you wish." Loki replied coldly, his other hand gripping Stark's jaw and forcing him to open his mouth. Earlier, he had already bound the mortal's arms behind his back, incapacitating him from using them.
And then he slipped his length inside the warm mouth, groaning lowly. After the terrible day he had, he needed this. He came everyday to Stark's little cell to relax, ease his mind from everything else and only think about this.
"Move." He instructed the mortal, who glared at him angrily with those fervent brown eyes. Instead, Stark committed a mistake.
Loki didn't see it happening, but oh he felt it. Searing pain shot right through his member, making him scream more out of indignation rather than hurt. As fast as the pain, wetness also came along, and Loki didn't need to see it to know it was blood.
Stark bit him. Stark fucking bit him.
He removed himself from Stark's mouth, now seeing the blood dripping from his smirking lips. That's all it took him.
Loki snapped his fingers, calling the guards to do their duty. He also started to beat up Stark with them, letting his anger drive his mind away from his injured cock and only focus on making Stark suffer as well. Deeming Stark punished already, he dismissed the scientist and the soldier with a growl.
"That was a mistake on your part, Man of Iron." Loki said, taking deep controlling breaths.
That was definitely not a good day to play.
Loki yanked him from the floor by his hair, making him kneel again. Stark was so hurt he complied this time. With a swift move of his hand, he healed and cleaned them both up.
"Now... we wouldn't like to have a repeat of these events, would we?"
Stark shook his head and Loki smirked. If needed, he'd play this game all day and night. Make Stark bleed as much as he did. However, if possible, he'd prefer to avoid it. He did too many things with his magic daily and the more energy he could save, the better.
"Do you need to be told twice, my pet?" Loki asked, moving a hand through the mortal's hair. He seemed to be deep in thought. Or rather, scared.
The man sighed, grudgingly taking Loki into his mouth again.
By his ministrations, Loki could tell this was his first time doing it. But that didn't lessen the pleasure of oral sex. If Stark played nicely, perhaps one day Loki would be willing to teach him a few things.
He swirled his tongue around, eliciting a groan from Loki. Now that there was no danger, he could relax in his mouth. He looked down at the beautiful mortal on his knees, working his tongue slowly from base to head.
Stark started to work faster, bobbing his head up and down while his tongue ran all over Loki's cock. Loki did feel his teeth grazing him a few times, but he let that pass. Don't ever say that he has no patience at all. Especially when he was getting what he wanted.
Loki moaned, grabbing Stark's head as he thrusted inside his mouth in time with his bobs. It felt wonderful, even if Stark had no experience in this field. In time, he'd learn, Loki would make sure of it.
Feeling his orgasm nearing him, Loki quickened the pace of his thrusts. Stark noticed too and for once, helped him to reach it. He spent himself in his mouth, Stark unwillingly having to swallow his seed.
Right after, Loki removed his cock, also letting go of the hurting grip on the mortal's hair. His pet looked tired even after healing, and avoided his eyes at all costs.
Loki reached a hand for his cheek, caressing it gently. Right in that moment he knew he could never kill this special mortal. Not even by accident. Next time he disobeyed, Loki would still punish him, but he'd do so tenderly. Dare he even say it, lovingly.
"Thank you for that, my dear pet. It would be a pity to get rid of you." He whispered sincerely. He stole a quick kiss from Stark before vanishing.