Point of View: Loki Laufeyson
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"Alright Banner. Let's see that pillowcase" Tony shouted loudly, as per his usual tone, from his location across the room.

I just stood there and looked out the window, trying to ignore those babbling baboons. They're so bloody loud all the time. They were talking so obnoxiously, in fact, that my evasions only took me so far.

"Who's that supposed to represent?" Clint questioned as I spun around to see what all the fuss was about, taking the object from Tony's hands.

"Yea... what is it anyway?" Natasha added, plucking it from Clint's grasp. He was in awe and turning redder by the second. "Its a CD. The complete collection of songs from... Pyromania? Like, the Def Leppard Album from the '80s?" she asked.

"Uuuuuh... yea" Tony said, his gaze never wavering from the floor. I faced the window yet again, just before anyone noticed I had even moved.

Just dandy.

It's me.

Ever since that little quarrel between he and I in New York a little bit ago - when I was trying to take control of the city for the likes of that control freak by the name of... what was it? Thanos? - there has been an unmistakably strange feeling between us.

Good or bad, though, I couldn't say.

How can I be so sure? Please. I can tell by the way he messes with me. All those little nicknames he comes up with, even when he's being rude I can he isn't truly being serious. Sure, he calls other people things too... but the look in his eyes when he does so isn't nearly the same. With me it's like I'm just out of his reach. Like if I were to look deep into his puny little mortal eyes, he would fall to his knees. Like with the slightest grin he would melt into a puddle on the floor.

I'm going to enjoy this... rush of power, of sorts.

"Ahh-" I started, "that, my friends, would be me," I remained facing the window. I could feel him watching my back and boring holes through my clothes with his eyes, but I sensed his obliviousness to the fact that I could see him in the reflection, too.

"Uhm, yea he's right. Next to Rock of Ages - Pyromania, Def Leppard it does say Loki," Bruce confirmed, holding up he list with a smile.

"Alright..." he took it back and placed the CD in the pillowcase once more. "Into the closet I go," he entered. "Again."

They all looked at me. I could feel them. Burning holes through my dark green dress shirt and black slacks. So I spun around. "Well? What are you all gawking at?" I paced towards the closet, "out of my way, if you would," I said as I pushed through the cluster of them in the center of the room.

I entered the closet and magically shut and locked he door. We were submerged in darkness with only seven minutes to kill. I, myself, don't find that too hard to deal with.

"So. Tony? If I may..."

"Call me whatever you want" he said. How rude of him. I was being nothing but nice to him and this is what I get in return? What an ingrate. I could have easily killed him a long while ago, only, I didn't- out of the pure goodness of my heart.

Maybe it's not too late...

"Well, then. Someone's feisty today. What's wrong, hmmm? Don't like a little..." I stepped closer and touched my hand to his chin, lifting it up so our faces were aligned. My hand between us lit up in a small green flame as I stared down at his startled eyes, "fun?" I continued.

He took a harsh breath in, telling me that the fire wasn't something he was okay with. "Afraid of a little flame, Tony?" I asked, putting it out. He let out a sigh of relief. "No worries," I said, magically producing a fluorescent green ring within my eyes as I flashed them open anew. He looked at me and I could see his face lit up in the light I let off.

A smile crawled across my face before I leaned in closer, blinking and putting out the light emitted by my eyes. I planted a soft kiss on his lips and he moaned into my mouth. I had him, the great Tony Stark, in such a vulnerable situation.

This, indeed, is exactly the sort of thing I've longed for.

I pulled away and his eyes remained closed. His mouth still gaping open. An invitation. So I kissed him harder this time and ran my fingers through his ever-so-soft brown hair; hair that had almost certainly been excruciatingly carefully jelled to stay the way it was.

His hands made their way to my waist as I leaned down and penetrated his lips. He was incredibly and unusually willing to do anything, it seemed.

"Here..." I said, pulling away and grabbing a very small cylindrical device from my back pocket and placing it in his hand. As he attempted to examine it, I heard its mechanisms whir and light up as it grew into an Asgardian hand cuff system.

He chuckled, "You little bastard. Always up to something."

"Mmmmhhm," I hummed, continuing on where I had left off, except this time I held his hands above his head and pressed him up against the wall. I licked his nether lip allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. They danced, our tongues, like magic. So I threw in a trick of my own.

Backing away he followed but I stopped him as my body emitted a green glow through my skin. His eyes bulged out of his head with shock, as if little things like this weren't expected of me at this point.

He pulled his shirt off as well as he could, cueing me into action. I ran my fingers down his chest which was now illuminating the room as well, through the blue-white light of his Arc-Reactor. A green-blue light flooded across our faces, a combination of both of us was right there on display.

He stopped me and undid my tie and the buttons on my dress shirt. He then got down on his knees and started to lick a line down the dark trail of hair leading to my pants as his hands began to undo my belt and zipper. Once they were open he could see my- well, I was very obviously pressing eagerly onto what little fabric remained. He peeled away my underwear, leaving me on display and took me, whole, into his mouth. A guttural groan escaped my mouth as he bobbed in and out. My hands traveled through his dark brown, already messed up, hair as he sucked harder and harder and harder and-

I sensed the door was being unlocked before he did, as he kept going. I was a moaning mess and they were all about to see me. Oh well.

My skin dimmed back to its normal hue as my body was quickly covered in bright trails of green light as I disappeared before his very eyes. The door swung open and the green outline that was left behind emitted a light laugh in my tone of voice. Tony's hands hit the wall as he was left empty handed.

"Well then. Wasn't that quite the show?" I asked, sitting behind them alone on the armchair. I stood and strutted over. "Hehehe... you all really did fall for that, now didn't you?" They gaped at me in awe. They really didn't think that I would clone myself for something like this? Please, that just shows their naïveté.

"So... that was..." Tony stood from the floor, confused.

"Me. But, not really... My clone, to be more exact," I reassured. Thor shot me a look that said you really did it this time, brother. Yes. This time. Like all the others in the past. Worse than faking one's own death? Oooh right, Okay. Yep. Got it. Thanks.

"Your clone... why?" Tony approached me.

"Because. This game is stupid and I'm not going to kiss another man for pure entertainment. I could kiss a woman for that. There simply isn't any logical point in doing so anyway. And, besides. I don't even like men. That's just... not my thing." They must think I'm mad.

Which, as a matter of fact, I am.

Aren't we all?

"Well, allow me to straighten this out for you, Reindeer Games. That trickery of yours ends here. You're up next. Let's hope you pick wisely for yourself because this time, there is no backing out," Tony said, clearly agitated.

Now, then. Look at what I've done.