gadgeteerphilanthropist:

mischiefandflyte:

iamthefirechild:

“Jarvis, nefarious purposes? Really?” Summer’s no longer expecting an answer, actually; now that she’s in the Tower she can tell what’s going on. Not sure what her part in it is supposed to be, but she can tell what’s going on. She drums her fingertips on the walls in the elevator, unusually impatient with the length of the ride.

When she steps out, it takes a second to realise they’re in the bedroom — Tony’s sense in her mind is different somehow, like an echo. And then she stops in the bedroom door, and her jaw drops. It shouldn’t be sensual, she thinks, it really shouldn’t be, Tony bound hand and foot and Loki hovering over him with dark desire.

But oh god, it is.

“I quite like you the way you are,” Loki replies, pressing Tony back onto the bed. “Including rebellion.” He turns at the sound of the elevator, smiling a dark smile. “Ah. Summer. How good of you to come. Tony has acquired telepathy,” he informs her. She looks — overwhelmed. Flushed and confused.

Loki beckons her closer, before leaning back over Tony. He cups one hand around the back of the genius’ head, thumb sliding over his cheek. “Can you see her in my mind, Tony?” he whispers. “She likes you like this. Helpless to our touch. What will happen when she touches you too, our fiery empath?” He kisses at Tony’s throat.

“Does that mean you’re encouraging me to misbehave?” Tony wonders, the corners of his mouth curling up.  As if to emphasize his question, he gives a particularly vigorous thrash, his back arching away from the bed for a moment.  He falls still, however, when Loki notices Summer.

He tilts his head into Loki’s hand, restraining the instinctive urge to look in Summer’s direction.  He can, in fact, see her, just…not in the typical fashion.  It’s…strange, seeing someone’s mental of a person, rather than the person herself.

Anything he may have said dries up at Loki’s words.  When he does speak, his tone is a bit foggy.  “Hey, Sunshine.  You just gonna enjoy the show from a distance or what?”

There are /no/ words. She doesn’t even try, just walks across the floor, half-dazed by the swirls of desire spinning in the room. Telepathy. That explains — a lot. The echo. The sheer, overwhelming emotion.

Summer reaches out, fingers brushing against Tony’s hand — and she might as well be unclothed and spread beneath them both, oh god. “Please, darling, misbehave,” she whispers, finally, curling the fingers of her other hand around Loki’s free hand.

Pulling the god upright, she kisses him, drawing it out as much as possible. “Tell me what you want.”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

mischiefandflyte:

iamthefirechild:

***

Summer is half-drowsing, book tipped over on her chest, when her phone goes off. She stretches for it, tumbling the book onto the floor, and clicks the screen open.

[text from: Glowheart] Your presence is requested in the penthouse for nefarious purposes as soon as possible.

The phrasing is clearly Jarvis’. She rolls her eyes a little.

Nefarious purposes. That could mean anything from science run rampant to Tony attempting to cook. Flopping wholly off the couch to her feet, she tidies up the book and heads for the Tower. She goes in the front door, just so she can quiz Jarvis about what’s going on.

Loki is busy taming Tony while they wait for Summer. He steers his prisoner to the bed and pins him flat, stretching Tony’s arms overhead and kissing him. “It’s clear the last lesson didn’t stick,” he says, casting the same little spell to bind the hands. He doesn’t want Tony immobile — far from it. But Tony is not going to be allowed to escape Loki’s plans, either. It’s a sequence of magic the trickster hasn’t used in far too long — hands bound together and over the head, feet bound apart, eyes bound against sight. For the moment, it doesn’t matter that Tony is yet clothed.

Tony might have been uncomfortable with just how quickly he found himself bound and blinded, if not for his contact with Loki making it so he had some idea of when it was all coming.  Instead, he simply thrashes against the bindings, out of some perpetual need to be contrary and to see if they would hold.  “But you like me just the way I am,” he replies, silky and saccharine, “or you wouldn’t put up with my bullshit.”  He lifts his head, trying to aim for another kiss, but with just his hearing to go by, he misses and winds up catching the god’s chin, instead.

Distracted as he is, he doesn’t quite catch Jarvis’s announcement that Summer has arrived at the tower.

“Jarvis, nefarious purposes? Really?” Summer’s no longer expecting an answer, actually; now that she’s in the Tower she can tell what’s going on. Not sure what her part in it is supposed to be, but she can tell what’s going on. She drums her fingertips on the walls in the elevator, unusually impatient with the length of the ride.

When she steps out, it takes a second to realise they’re in the bedroom — Tony’s sense in her mind is different somehow, like an echo. And then she stops in the bedroom door, and her jaw drops. It shouldn’t be sensual, she thinks, it really shouldn’t be, Tony bound hand and foot and Loki hovering over him with dark desire.

But oh god, it is.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

mischiefandflyte:

“Simple, yet effective.” Tony’s demanding kiss interrupts him, though Loki doesn’t mind. He minds even less at Tony’s next words. Clasping his free hand over the one clenched in his shirt, he smiles a slow, sharp smile, then spins the engineer swiftly until his back is pressed to Loki’s front and one long pale hand holds both brown wrists.

“Do you remember learning patience? I think today is a perfect time for another lesson.” He makes Tony walk toward the bedroom, tracing the fingertips of his free hand over the genius’ jaw and mouth.

Tony is taken off guard by the abrupt change of position for only a moment, and he wiggles his wrists in Loki’s grip more out of habit and instinct than any desire to free himself.  To be entirely honest, freeing himself is rather far from his mind at this point.

“Not sure how well that last lesson stuck,” he comments wryly, tipping his head back to look at the god, winding up with his head against the trickster’s shoulder and a view of Loki’s profile as he’s herded along.  “I’d ask what sort of lesson, but I think I’m getting a pretty good idea here.”

***

Summer is half-drowsing, book tipped over on her chest, when her phone goes off. She stretches for it, tumbling the book onto the floor, and clicks the screen open.

[text from: Glowheart] Your presence is requested in the penthouse for nefarious purposes as soon as possible.

The phrasing is clearly Jarvis’. She rolls her eyes a little.

Nefarious purposes. That could mean anything from science run rampant to Tony attempting to cook. Flopping wholly off the couch to her feet, she tidies up the book and heads for the Tower. She goes in the front door, just so she can quiz Jarvis about what’s going on.