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“As you wish.” Loki’s voice was back in it’s normal, lower register. His chest was broad and flat, his curves grew sharp and his hair was barely long enough to touch his bare shoulder blades. He modified the clothing and shoes so it all still fit (ill fitting heels rather hurt, after all). He wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck and leaned back, smirking.

He might not have noticed the change if Loki hadn’t said anything. It was always so smooth and seamless, the way he changed from one form to the other.

Tony focused, his hands gripping what was now the firm muscle of Loki’s ass, gasping as he finally realized that Loki was still in the dress… and the heels. “Jesus Christ.” He breathed, taking the sight in and letting his hands slide down Loki’s thighs. “You had to keep the heels, didn’t you?” He licked his lips, grinding up against Loki a third time with undeniable want.

When Tony said ‘torture’, he hadn’t been expecting this.

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Play The Game: Gala

madetoruleyou:

“I know a short cut,” Loki offered, wiggling her fingers and grinning. “Happy would certainly be put out, but I’m sure he could recover,” she mused, tilting her head towards the front of the limo.

“Or would you rather wait? Prolonging satisfaction is such sweet torture, wouldn’t you say?” She shifted her hips, sliding further into Tony’s lap.

Tony actually had a tough time deciding. On the one hand, he wanted to get Loki in his bed, against a wall, or on the floor as soon as possible. But on the other, a little bit of torture from Loki never ended in disappointment.

He hummed in thought, cut short by Loki shifting in his lap, brushing against him in just the right way. But of course she would. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Decisions, decisions.” He replied in a sing-song voice, giving Loki’s ass another squeeze, his lips slowly forming a devious grin as they neared Loki’s ear. His tongue flicked out to catch her earlobe before he whispered, “Torture me, m’lady.”

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And we shall name it loki.

(( And he shall rule the nine realms. ))

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And BAM i’m pregnant!

(( Well damn. That’s going to be one beautiful child. Watch out, ladies and gents. ))

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You are killing me here. You better stop or i may have to marry you.

(( And then I can aim for your face. 8D ))

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and you just became my new favourite person

(( Why, thank you. :D I aim to please… or in this case, aim for Iron Man’s face. ))

Play The Game: Gala

madetoruleyou:

“I’ll be myself again as soon as we’re behind closed doors,” Loki promised, leaning back into Tony’s touch with a giggle. “And once I am,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, “You are all mine.”

Tony growled impatiently, playfully bucking up against Loki. “You know this is going to be the longest car ride ever, right?” He said through his teeth, nuzzling her.

As much as Tony loved all of Loki’s forms, he was most attached to the one Loki wore most often. That was how they met, how they fought, how they formed their relationship, and to Tony, that was Loki. He straddled the line between feminine beauty and sharp, powerful masculinity in that form, and that was how Tony saw him - the best of both worlds, in a sense.

And all Tony wanted was to thank him properly for making a potential flop of a night night more than tolerable.