Snowflake

The lump in his chest would not leave.

He had asked Loki about Natasha more than once, but all he ever got as an answer was that god-awful smile.

He had also asked him, how long it would take for him to fully regenerate.

To that Loki would not answer at all.

Well, Tony could not blame him. Who would want to share such vital information in the type of unstable alliance they had?



Tony wished he had his suit. Oh, how he wished to have something to feel in control. He had JARVIS on his phone, but that did not help much.

He had his tower put on lockdown and had him inform Pepper that everything was fine. Whatever that meant.

He was not fine. He could not have been less fine, locked up with a megalomaniac that might just have become a little more crazy, due to his loss of power. Caged animal and all.

 

Worse than being locked up with a villain was that it was out of his own free will, sort of.

By now, Fury must be convinced, that he had changed sides.

And it hurt.

Because he wasn't the bad guy.

He was not.

He might not be a hero and he took pride in that, but he wasn't the villain either. He had his reasons.

To leave Loki here might be the only way they had a shot at beating the Chitauri.

Sadly, this meant he had to stay here as well. Loki's location at a high risk of being tortured out of him, most likely, if he left to rejoin the Avengers.



Fury was right. He was not Avengers material. He had his own mind and he was not afraid to use it.

Damn them.

He had wondered more than once, how his actions might be conceived when all of this was over. In case everything played out the way he hoped, that is.

There were so many things he thought about. Not much to do here anyway but sleep and eat.

Loki would occasionally use his inherent power to shapeshift to get them food.

Tony had not thought about this. Thor ate, but it had seemed to him, that he did so for the taste. Maybe it was a power regenerating thing for Loki, but he ate.

In separate rooms, of course. There was not much fraternising going on between them. Tony was thankful for that much at least. He could still pretend he was a prisoner, that he was not truly on Loki's side.

The rooms were another matter. Loki had conjured up some basic furniture in a couple of backstage rooms. One for himself and one for Tony. They spent most of their time withdrawn from the other in those rooms. Some time they spent on the stage, where they talked about anything of importance.

As grand as a theatre may sound, it made for a lousy lair. A lair, a villain's lair. That's what it probably should be. But the lack of furniture, decoration, equipment and anything of the sort reduced it to what it was, a miserable hideout that they somehow survived in. Shielded by the little magic Loki could manage to uphold constantly and so very not secure.

Tony still had no idea where they were, and the shield had the same shimmer about it that the teleportation had had, so he dared not pass it.

After all, a teleportation spell would make a very effective shield. Teleport anyone that enters into some other abandoned theatre of similar structure, teleport anyone that tries to leave it off to the penguins.

Yeah, sounded like Loki.

So Tony could not do much. His attempts to have JARVIS track his cell phone did not get him anywhere either.

It made him feel marginally better about himself though, after all, he was a prisoner now.





Three days had passed when she entered his bedroom the first time.

He had been asleep and stayed that way, as a warm body slid under the covers and pressed itself against his.

His playboy instincts were impeccable as always and he did not need a deeper understanding of things to wrap protective arms around her and mumble some generic words of appreciation.

Some peaceful minutes later his mind bothered to point out the inconsistency of the situation at hand and he jerked awake.

In shock he stumbled out of bed and managed to find the light switch. Once his eyes got used to the sudden brightness his gaze found the nightly intruder and he stared.



He knew it could only be Loki. He had seen the god shapeshift before. Why shouldn't he be able to change into a woman's body as well? That was wrong, so wrong.



"What the hell.. why?!", was all he managed to stammer, a lot less eloquently than he would have liked.



Loki raised an elegant eyebrow.



"I discovered that men like you find me more agreeable this way."



She looked down at herself, obviously pleased with what she saw.

Not the type, Tony would have gone for and he smacked himself over the head mentally, for even thinking in these categories with this in his bed.

He preferred blond, tall, slim. The Loki he stared at looked short, as far as he could judge, her laying down and all. She was not not slim, but she definitely had curves. Hips, in particular. Her breasts were relatively small and there was something tomboy-ish about her. Playful. Sure to become feral and venomous any second, if he did not play his cards right. Oh yeah right, and she was naked.



"So... what you want me to find you agreeable for being-..."



"Come to bed, Anthony."



He shook his head, the voice like smoke wrapped in silk all but pulled him forward and when his knees met the mattress he was so surprised at the steps he had involuntarily taken, that he stumbled and sat down in irritation, still eyeing the woman in front of him warily.



"I will not-"



Loki tsked at him in disapproval.



"Oh, but you will, one way or the other. You might as well live up to your name, Anthony Stark. Be honoured I would have you."



"I do have standards, you know? You are... Loki!"



"And this is why you should be honoured."



She rose with the grace of a panther. Unhuman power evident in each of her movements and with the celerity of a lizard disappearing between a couple of bricks she appeared before Tony and pushed him into the wall with as much force as a human could probably handle without breaking.



Split seconds later she was there, pressed against him and her eyes fixed on his from slightly underneath him.



"I would have you.", she all but purred, the sound low in her chest.



A sweet, poisonous kiss swallowed all refusal Tony might have uttered and as he told himself, that he was helpless in the face of her power, he gave in to smooth skin under his hands and supple hips, that moved against him in a demanding rhythm.



He was thrown onto the bed next and found himself undressed in a flash and his hips straddled. A few strands of her chin-length raven hair had loosened from the neatly pushed back style they had been in before to hang over her pale eyes which had just the same menacing shimmer to them, as his had had. And she growled.



This was scary as hell. Tony could not help but think of insect queens, that would devour their mates after they were done with them. 'Just play along, do what she wants', he told himself and laid his hands on her hips, gingerly guiding her movements.

She seemed to disagree with that, and with a snarl his arms were pulled up, next to his head, where she held him by the biceps in a death grip, as she slowly began to ride him.

She felt hot and wet around him and he soon found himself panting, as her low, hoarse moans filled the air.



It did not take long for him to come and with last few thrusts of her hips so did she, not for the first time in this encounter.



For a while she just sat there, her grip on his arms only slightly softening.

As the heavy breathing subsided and the air around them seemed to cool down, she sighed quietly.



"I had needed that."



That admission was unexpected. It sounded so very vulnerable, and that from the mouth of a woman, that had just all but raped him, as pleasurable as it had been.



Tony did not dare to say anything at that. But in the back of his mind he knew, he had needed this just as badly.

The pleasure, the loss of control, it had relieved him of so much weight, he did not know he had borne until now.



Slowly the cold crept back into their world and reminded them.



"The Chitauri are coming, soon."



The whisper was nearly audible, and it sounded fearful. And that scared the hell out of Tony. So he was thankful for the slender body that sank down onto his chest, the grip on his arms relieved, leaving dark bruises. Her arms slid under his uncomfortably, urging him to lay his arms around her, which he did.

Her fingers played with locks of his hair absent mindedly.

"People are much more willing to bestow comfort upon me, whenever I wear this form."

He was not. He did not feel like cuddling the maniac.

Apart from the fact, that in the back of his mind he still felt like he had just slept with another man, the energy she emitted was so very Loki, menacing, poisonous, mean and very, very old. That did not make for good cuddling material.

The fact that she did seem to need him irritated him further. Maybe just another device of her deceit. He chose not to care and pulled the blanket over them both.

He needed this too. Badly. And he hated it.



Her hair smelled like rain.





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It was quite hilarious to me to find myself so unable to write het smut. That really was tough.



I wanted to comment on the title, too.

It is random and generic and it does not mean a thing.

There, I said it.

I tend to forget titles very quickly, even if they're good. So I did not put much thought in it and now I am used to... Snowflake... Yeah, generic cold-related word for FrostIron fanfiction. How creative. Meh.