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Loki was watching porn. Again.
It had been some seven Midgardian months since Loki and the rest of the Aesir had made it to Midga-- Earth. In that time, they’d built a community in the wintery north of Norway and settled in. Loki missed the gleaming halls of Asgard. He had always hated the shining ostentatiousness of it, but now that it was gone he felt a certain nostalgia. New Asgardia had been built rapidly, so the buildings were rather plain.
It was home, but it wasn’t home.
Loki scrolled through the newest videos on PornHub to distract himself from his melancholy. He was fairly certain he’d watched everything interesting in the gay section that was BDSM-related. He’d tried the heterosexual ones, too, but mostly he was interested in topping men.
His fellow countrymen would be horrified to see Loki’s browser history. Wanting to beat one’s lover for the pure enjoyment of it was considered monstrous. Loki knew he was a monster anyway, a dirty Jotun; perhaps perversion ran in his blood. He knew little about the Jotnar. Maybe they were all into sadomasochism.
Even if they were, Loki lived in New Asgardia, and was prominent in the community. Thor had exonerated him of his crimes because of his actions in saving their people from certain death. Most Aesir were accepting of him now, or at least tolerated his authority as Thor’s right hand. None of them knew about the ice in his veins. His frost giant blood was unknown to all but Thor and Heimdall. Loki hoped to keep it that way. The rest of the Aesir would demand his exile should they find out.
But Earth had many diversions for when he got depressed. Porn was one of them. Shaking off the guilt, he found a new video that looked promising. An experienced dominant was teaching a new one how to best top his submissive.
Loki would kill to be in such a situation. Possibly literally.
He opened his pants, magicked up some lubricant, and started to stroke himself as he watched the two men beat the submissive, teasing him and forcing him to pleasure himself as they whipped him. Loki’s hand sped up as he watched the submissive’s face. He wanted so badly to put that look of agony and bliss onto someone’s face himself. The men on the screen took turns fucking the submissive’s face. Loki imagined a mouth wrapped around his cock as he forced someone’s head down onto his length. He was panting a little now, so close.
The new dom in the video slapped his sub hard across the face, and that put Loki over the edge. He pumped his cock twice more, groaning, and come splattered his desk.
When Loki had recovered, he cleaned up (the second most useful spell) and slumped back in his chair. He sighed as he closed the browser tab. Loki was banned from leaving New Asgardia except to assist on Avengers missions. At this rate he’d never get to try out his fantasies.
Speaking of the Avengers, Loki’s phone had pinged while he had been, ah, otherwise occupied. Tony had texted him. Sent the new Rudy Rucker novel to your StarkPad.
Tony had been introducing him to Midgardian science fiction. Some of it was quite inventive. A lot of it made him laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of it. Loki tapped out a reply. Thank you. How goes work on replicating the power cells? Tony was trying to reverse engineer the hardware of the ship that had brought the Aesir to Earth.
Eh. I’ve made some progress, but I keep getting interrupted by SI work. The engineers want to take out the headphone jack on the new phone. A lot of customers would hate us for that so we’re arguing.
My sympathies. Today I had to rescue one of our warriors from a Norwegian jail. He’d gotten drunk on aquavit and tried to challenge a human to holmgang for spilling a beer on him.
Ha, Tony sent back. Your day has officially been shittier than mine.
Loki laughed. That is a contest I prefer to never win.
They texted back and forth for a while, until Tony had to go to a meeting. He was lucky to have found a friend in the mortal. Tony was his only friend, really. Loki and Bruce got together sometimes to talk about science versus magic, but they didn’t have the connection that he and Tony did. Loki still feared Bruce’s alter ego. He couldn’t help it. But he liked the man regardless.
Loki had always been fairly lonely, once Thor had gotten old enough to have his own friends. Loki was the weird child who preferred magecraft over swords, and books over battles.
Norns. He really was feeling melancholy tonight.
Loki’s phone rang only a few minutes after Tony’s last text. It was the ringtone that meant there was an Avengers emergency. He picked it up. “Tony?”
“Hey. There’s been an explosion at a HYDRA base. The place was supposed to be abandoned, but it just lit up.”
“Send a photo of the rendezvous point to my phone.” Hanging up, Loki willed himself to Thor’s front door. He banged on it. “Thor! Avengers mission!”
Thor opened up the door, armor in place already. Loki glanced at the image that popped up on his phone as he grabbed Thor by the arm, and willed them to beside a half-destroyed wall. He cast an invisibility spell on himself and went looking for trouble. Loki always acted as the scout if he and Thor arrived first.
The quinjet arrived just as Loki returned to Thor. He rushed to tell his brother and the mortals -- Tony, James, and Bruce -- what he’d seen. “It’s Doom. He seems to be searching for something. He has perhaps two dozen Doombots with him.”
Tony groaned. “God I hate that guy.” he sighed, putting on his helmet. His voice came through Loki’s comm as they started to move towards the base. “Bruce, Code Green. You and Thor go smash some bots. Rhodey, we’ll distract Doom while Loki tries to find whatever the bastard’s after.”
They split up. Loki covered himself in invisibility as he heard Bruce muttering to himself, coaxing Hulk out. Loki slipped through the base, keeping an eye out for his teammates, searching. There was a doombot in each turn and bend, he slipped past all unseen. Doom was blowing a hole in a wall. Ah. Hidden safe.
Tony and James came in and engaged Doom. Loki cracked the safe, reaching in with his magic to line up the tumblers. Opening it up, he vanished the contents into his pocket dimension.
Doom must have sensed the spell even as he continued fending off Iron Man and War Machine. Norns. “God of Mischief! Doom knows you’re here.”
“And Loki took whatever it was you were here for.” Loki sighed and made himself visible. “We all know we can’t arrest you because you have diplomatic immunity, so why don’t you fuck off back to Latveria?”
Doom growled in rage sent a blast at Tony and James, knocking them to the ground. Whirling to face Loki, he tried to trap him with a spell. Loki dodged. Tony shot him in the head with a repulsor from where he lay on the floor. Doom muttered a curse and vanished.
“Well,” Tony said drily, “that was dull.” He picked himself up off the floor and helped James up. “ You got his stuff, right?”
“Of course,” Loki replied.
“Cool. Let’s head back to the compound to figure out what it was.”
The trio let Thor and Hulk have their fun with the remaining doombots. Once they had been smashed to Hulk’s satisfaction, Bruce returned and the team took the quinjet to New York. Loki quickly took Thor home, so he get some more sleep. Thor gave his permission for Loki to go assist the mortals with working out Doom’s plans, so Loki willed himself to the Avengers compound.
Reaching into his pocket dimension, Loki pulled out the sheaf of papers he’d taken from the safe and handed them to Tony.
“Looks like old HYDRA encryption,” Tony said. “FRIDAY, scan these and start encrypting. I need to change clothes. Be right back.”
Loki chatted with his teammates about what they’d been up to lately, as they only had missions together once or twice a month. When Tony returned, he had changed out of his bodysuit. Loki could see redness around his wrists peeking out from the cuffs of the shirt.
“Were you injured in the fight?” Loki asked, worried for his friend. He grabbed Tony’s arm and pushed his sleeve up. Rope burns?
Tony shrugged, pulling his arm from Loki’s grasp. “I was road-testing a potential new dom. The guy was incompetent with ropework.”
Loki blinked. That was unexpected.
James spoke up. “I told you not to pick up random tops on the internet, Tones.”
“Eh. He was pretty and knew what he was doing, mostly. No harm no foul.”
Bruce winced. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble one of these days.”
“FRIDAY keeps a close eye on my scenes. All this guy did wrong was tie the ropes too tight.” Tony glanced over at Loki, seeming to see something in Loki’s expression. “You okay there, Rock of Ages? I haven’t offended you, have I?”
Loki swallowed. “No, not at all. I’m just surprised that you’re…”
“Kinky?” Tony chuckled nervously. “You already knew I was a hedonist.”
Loki looked to James and Bruce, showing his confusion. “And you two are fine with this?”
“I’m just worried about Tony getting together with somebody who’s going to mess him up,” James said.
Bruce nodded. “Agreed. But otherwise? I don’t want to hear details --” and from the way he glanced at Tony, it was obvious he’d heard details before “ -- but what he likes is what he likes.”
“Oh.” Loki frowned. “Why does everyone know but me?”
Tony winced. “I didn’t know if you would be shocked or not. And you are.” Tony looked at him earnestly. “I don’t know about Asgardian sexual mores, but I hope you don’t think less of me.”
“I would never,” Loki swore.
What he really wanted to say was ‘I like that too and I want you to tell me what it’s like in real life.’ He didn’t, though. Perhaps someday he’d work up the courage to ask when they were texting and he didn’t have to see Tony’s face.
“Boss, I’ve decrypted the documents.” The StarkPad on the table turned on by itself, and Tony scrolled through it.
“Information about Winter Soldier technology.”
James frowned. “Think Doom was going to create his own?”
“Maybe,” Tony said. “I’ll send it all over to SHIELD and let Hill figure it out.” He set the tablet down. “Dinner?” he asked the group.
“I must go,” Loki replied. “It is late, for me, and I need to sleep.” And think about what he learned today.
“Damn. I was hoping we could hang out some.” Tony brightened. “I’m going to start work on an anti-magic device to use on Doom next time. Piss him off. And hey, that means I’ll need my favorite magical consultant to come hang out with me a lot.”
Loki smiled. “I would love that.”
“Great!” Tony seemed relieved. “Let me know when you have some free time.”
Loki would be clearing his schedule as soon as possible. He missed seeing his friend. “I will.”
He said his goodbyes to the other men and willed himself home, vanishing his clothes and flopping into bed. Sleep didn’t seem appealing now, despite what he’d told Tony. All he could think about was that his dearest friend in all the realms would understand him and not think him a monster. He was elated.
Maybe Tony knew other subs. Maybe he could help Loki find a play partner? No, no. That was too much to hope for. Still, it made for a nice fantasy. He started daydreaming about all the things he’d want to do to a sub. He was very interested in Japanese-style rope bondage. And spanking. And whips.
He stopped himself before he got too turned on. Norns, since he’d discovered the internet he was pleasuring himself almost as often as he had as a youth. It was pathetic.
Marshalling his willpower, he grabbed his tablet and loaded up the story Tony had sent him. It was kind of his friend to think of him.
Settling in, he started to read.