WARNING: This is a slash story! Please don't read if you DO NOT like guy/ guy stuff.

Avengers, Iron Man and Thor are all owned by Marvel. I own nothing!

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He takes a deep rasping breath that does nothing to fill his lungs with anything but musty stale air. He coughs and shifts. His bones are stiff and painful. Every muscle group hurts and protest against any movement. He plies apart his eyes that are stuck together with schmutz but he sees nothing but blurry shapes in the darkness. There is a tugging at his chest. A deep pain that harbors inside him. A weight. A whirring. A shallow stabbing sensation that turns to a constant blight. When he pulls away the pain increases. He pulls again, not wanting to be held down, but it pulls at his heart. A pain that threatens to faint him. It swims to his head and swirls and he feels around his chest for the source. He finds it in a bloody metal circle embedded in him, the skin flayed and jagged as he feels it. He gags and dry heaves. He steadies himself and feels along the maimed flesh, not wanting to know; but he must. A wire attached to another heavy box. Tethered to it. Like an archer. The car battery.

He panics because he suddenly knows where he is. He knows what happened here he remembers the raw terror and he feels it all again. It pumps through his veins settings them on fire. The silence is pressing on his ears. Claustrophobia setting in. The acidic bile in his thought growing stronger. He reaches again.

And then there is movement in the room. Something close like it had been there all along. So close to him. He lets out a strangled cry backing away. The thing pulls in his chest. He pulls it out. He takes the vile thing out of him. It hurts like hell. There are suddenly a hundred agonising stings of pain inside his chest, like every fibre of the shrapnel trying to tear him apart. He screams.

"Sir?"

A bright glow catches his eye. Suddenly he is free. He can see the white sheets curled around him and the lights of the city through the blinds in the window. He breathes trying to calm his pumping heart. He is hot and sticky with sweat that had formed on him.

"Sir, replace the arc reactor." JARVIS' reassuring drone filling him with comfort. Looking at his palm he can see that he held the glowing triangle within its metal container. He quickly replaced it into the hole in his chest, shocked that he had taken it out. He groaned as the shrapnel slowed its progression once more, the pain in his dream must have been real.

"Thanks, JARVIS." He said quietly.

Tony felt his heart rate returning to normal and sighed. Only a dream, but it had been so real.

To his right lay Thor. His muscular back facing him. Tony leaned down and kissed his shoulder breathing in his rich natural musk. He stroked a hand through the long, blonde, slightly tangled hair. Thor groaned in his sleep. A smile of approval on his lips. Tony smiled at his friend, kissing his back again before moving off of the bed and into the night.

Tony shifted across and off of the bed, grabbing a pair of silk boxers as he padded across the carpeted floor. He opened the door of the bedroom and across the open kitchen of his penthouse to the balcony-come-landing platform. Tony hummed as the cold air sticks to his sweat covered form as he pushes through the smaller, less obtrusive, side door.

Sitting himself on the ledge with his legs hanging off the sides he took in the bright skyline. Cold harsh office lights that blared out for no other reason than to state their existence. The neon lights that blinked on and off far below him burnt odd shapes into his retina. All the time the constant ambience of the business of the dormant city. Looking directly over from where he was sitting he could see the halogen glow of the street lights that surrounded Stark Tower, catching and bouncing from the glass to the scaffolding that had yet to be removed. He could easily fall from where he sat. Nothing more than a thin iron bar would stop him plummeting to the ground.

Tony wondered what people would think. Would they have expected it of him? Would Thor care? He knew that he would, but for how long? The god had said so himself that he had lived uncountable lives already. Tony was no more than a distraction. Just a blip on the timeline of Thor's excessively long life span. His hand twitched as if electric shook him. The power and control of debating his own death almost filled him with an unholy urge. The voice that spoke next to him almost jolted him into the abyss before he could choose not to.

"Do you come out here often?"

Tony looked to his side taking hold of the metal bar in front of him. Loki sat an arm's length from him. He wasn't in all his shining armour today, adorned only in his black leg guards and emerald plate, his black hair swept neatly back in its normal style. The god's eyes glimmered in the dark; sparkling green.

Tony gripped the rail harder as he observed this new development, yanking him out of his daydreams of self-destruction, composing himself once more.

"Yes, it's my house you know." Tony remarked, trying to act as if the other's sudden apparition was normal.

"You are in quite a state of undress." Loki remarked, his eyes darting to Tony's only garment and travelled up and down his body. Tony shifted uneasily. He was a playboy, a sex god, a man of no inhibitions, yet he felt that Loki's gaze was one of the most scrutinizing he had been under. He looked down at himself, arc reactor glowing blue and the last of his mottled bruises fading from his chest.

"Like I say, it's my house." Tony countered, considering moving his hand up to cover his reactor, deciding against it lest he show weakness.

"We got off on the wrong foot when we last met." Loki said, in a more than reasonable tone.

"You mean when I povelled you though a roof or when you threw me out of a window?" Tony said, half playing half serious.

Loki gritted his teeth.

"I mean the time when I made you moan." Loki's voice turned to a mischievous sneer.

"Funny, I can't seem to remember that time." Tony said, looking into the distance in mock thought "Oh! Do you mean the time when your brother Mijolnired you into a wall?"

Loki pouted, narrowing his eyes. Tony grinned in victory and at the Loki's (dare he say cute?) expression. He should probably alert Thor to his brother's appearance but he was enjoying this far too much.

"And you never made me moan." Tony said returning to seriousness.

"Maybe you repressed the memory." The god said, lips curling.

"Why are you here, Loki?" Tony sighed, tiring of all this late night beating around the bush.

The god remained quiet for some time. Looking out across the glowing night.

"The view." He said after a while. Tony scoffed.

There then came a moment of quiet where they sat, not moving, simply surveying the sky turn from inky black to dappled navy. A light breeze played through Tony's hair.

"I should probably catch you." Tony mused. "My director is angry that you vanished on me last time." He looked at Loki who just smiled back at him pleasantly.

"But we both know I'll be gone before you can summon the forces it would take to impound me."

"True." Tony said, glancing into the distance again. He rubs his shoulders to try and generate some warmth. The cool night air had taken its toll on him.

"You look cold." Loki observes.

Tony stands and stretches, turning his back on the god as he made his way back to the penthouse.

"You never took that drink." Tony says, turning at the last minute. "Fancy it now?" He offers the trickster who was still sitting in a laid-back position on the balcony.

Loki took a sidelong look at the glass window with a sceptical look.

"I rather not be here when my brother rouses." He said, looking back at the scientist.

"Your call." He answers, pushing open the door again.

Loki watches the dark haired man leave, suppressing a sigh. Just as he is about to conjure the magic that would allow him to leave a head pops out of the glass door.

"Before you go" Tony says. "How did you escape from Asgard?"

Loki smiles at the inventor's form, his head stuck out from behind the door.

"Why, has he not told you?"

And with that he snapped his fingers (probably for dramatic effect) and disappeared in a puff of green and gold smoke. His last comment only served to unnerve tony and leave a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach.

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Tony wakes to the smell of baked goods and the sound of munching. He breathes the smell in deeply before opening his eyes to a familiar sight; Thor stuffing his face.

Noticing he was awake Thor put the plate of pop-tarts between them and lays his head on the pillow, his baby blue eyes staring into Tony's.

"You wake late." He said, the god's voice gritty with sleep. Taking a finger the god brushes the smaller man's cheek. Tony hums and closes his eyes, relaxing into the touch.

"Didn't sleep well." He answered, through closed eyes. Thor tore away a corner of a pastry and presses it to Tony's lips. He accepts it graciously, licking the tips of Thor's fingers as he took the cinnamon flavoured sweet into his mouth. Thor smiled at the action and licks his lips at the pleasured expression on his lover's face.

They share the pop tarts between them and Tony gradually rises to a sitting position. The god gets up and stretched, and Tony could not help to stare at the god's ripped muscles. He smiled with a quirked eyebrow.

"You eat too many pop tarts." Tony said leaning across onto Thor's side of the bed. "You're getting fat." Tony said poking his boyfriend with his index finger.

"What? Where?" Thor said. He turned around looking at his toned physique.

"Only where it matters." Tony said with a grin. He quickly leaned towards the standing man from his position on the bed and clamped his teeth down on one cheek of Thor's fleshy backside. The god yelped and jumped away from him. His shocked expression turned to a grin.

"You dare mock me, mortal?" Thor said, his voice dark in pretend anger.

"Well I would say cut back on the delicious baked goods but..." Tony smiled, knowing that he was only asking for it.

The god growled and leapt upon Tony, covering his lithe form with his massive frame, grabbing the genius' hands and pinning them above him on the sheets.

"You play games with me, Stark." He growled. Thor's breathe was hot on him as he stared into his eyes, a sinister grin upon his lips. It turned Tony on to no end.

"Are you going to hurt me?" He played.

"Of course not." Thor said. He lowered his head close to Tony's neck.

"But I will punish you." He moved his stubble against the inventor's neck just how he liked it. Tony shivered involuntarily as the scratchy musk assaulted him. Thor continued to kiss his neck and shoulders already working off the scientist's T-shirt. Normally Thor took his time with lots of foreplay, licks, kisses and strokes but today he looked as impatient as Tony was feeling.

Thor reached up Tony's chest, squeezing gently at his nipple before leaning in to suck the nub. The god knew how to make him whine. Tony had always been more vocal than the average person during sex, but since he was with Thor it was like he couldn't control the noises he made. He had tried to quieten himself once before, but Thor would have none of that; fucking him senseless until he wasn't even aware of the sounds he was making. The Thunderer likes a challenge.

"You're like a... horny teenager today." Tony said through a moan, trying to keep his voice under control. Thor looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Don't pretend that you do not enjoy it." The god said with a smile, roughly pulling down his black boxers. The smaller man jerked when the god palmed him, moving ever so slightly in strong circles.

"I love beholding you like this." Thor whispered into Tony's ear, making him shiver.

"Well you're the only one who has ever seen me like this." Said the brunette, smiling and stroking a finger across Thor's stubble. The god laughed.

"I highly doubt that."

"Oh no, you are." Tony said seriously; however, Thor could never tell if it was mock seriousness or not. "Do you know why?" The dark haired man asked seductively. Thor shook his head.

"Because I only bottom for gods."

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Welcome aboard the good ship ThunderIron! We have become a slightly bigger boat since our last boarding! We're still not a cruise ship but we are getting there. Until then please feel free to enjoy the sexy view while drinking cocktails and sunning yourself in the glorious ThunderIron glow!