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Tony’s revenge dreams were always heart-pounding nightmares. Usually, he tried to murder his abductors before they murdered him–but that was almost enjoyable compared to the nightmares he endured before therapy. Six months ago, he sprinted through endless caves while bullets zipped through his bare skin like hot needles and he couldn’t think about drowning, because if he thought about drowning his chest tore and dark water filled his lungs.
He’d never had a revenge dream about Loki until now. It was probably Bruce's fault. A few days earlier–seated around the black glass coffee table with Bruce, Nat, and Clint–Bruce had wondered why their enemies all tended toward ugly.
“Not all of them,” Tony objected. “Loki was kinda cute.”
Clint scoffed–but Nat shrugged, sank deeper into the couch and said, “What did you expect? He is Thor’s brother.”
“So, you think he’s cute,” Clint grumbled. “Cute enough to fuck him if you had the chance?”
“If I thought he wouldn’t kill me?” Tony said, raising his eyebrows. “Would I fuck someone tall, dark, and dangerous, with big blue eyes?”
Clint smirked. Bruce looked like he was suffering from a mental image and regretted everything in his life that led to this moment.
“You don’t swing that way,” Tony added, “but do you know if he does?”
“If you date Loki I’m personally going to kill you,” Nat said.
“No idea,” Clint said. “But, uh. Being honest with you? The bastard forced me to betray everyone I swore to protect. I’ve thought about making him ‘kneeel’ for me a few times.”
Tonight, Tony dreamed he woke in an enormous shadowy spaceship. He understood that he was in the port hanger and needed to head deeper into the vessel. Dream-logic being what it was, he also knew that Loki was aboard and that Tony should find him and kill him.
Sure. Who was he to argue? The set-up was close enough to Tony’s usual revenge dreams that his therapy kicked in: Tony wasn’t a prisoner, he was dreaming; he could conjure his suit at will.
Satisfied, Tony ambled through winding corridors, past barracks and vast storage rooms whose purposes loaded into his head like he was reading a map. It wasn’t a great map, but it kept him from getting sucked into the Help I’m Lost and Can’t Find My Way style of nightmare. He took a floorless elevator to Sublevel D and turned left. Strolled past an infirmary, a guard house, the ship’s prisoner intake, and into a tangled web of maintenance tunnels, food stores, torture rooms, and cell after cell after cell that appeared from the hazy gloom like fiery sparks.
He rounded a corner and stopped dead at the sight waiting for him. Heat pulsed through his veins and his mouth watered.
Tony was wrong. This wasn’t a revenge dream at all, not if it featured an orgy.
There was Loki, gorgeous as ever, with his hands tied behind his back and his black leather pants around his knees. One of his Chitauri had a fist clenched in Loki’s midnight hair, holding him in place while he thrust into Loki’s mouth. Some kind of unfamiliar, twelve foot tall alien with velvety moss-like skin stood behind Loki’s ass, stroking himself awake.
Christ, was he having a sex dream about Loki? But so what if he was? Whatever his feelings toward the man, Loki was still hot as hell and might be up for some fun.
The Chitauri groaned, shivered, then kicked Loki’s chest and knocked him to the floor. The orgy inverted and Tony’s stomach dropped. He darted toward them, summoning his suit–but his suit did not appear. Tony faltered. Loki moved like a whip, hauled up his pants and jerked to his feet. The mossy alien wrapped a fist around his neck and slammed him into the wall.
Even Tony winced at the impact.
“You’re going to turn around and spread your ass for me, you little slut,” growled the creature. He balled up his other hand and punched Loki’s stomach.
This wasn’t a sexy dream, it was pent-up aggression.
“Asgardian trash,” the alien murmured. “I hear you used to be royalty.” He stooped and caught Loki behind the legs, hoisted him into the air and forced his knees up to his chest. Translucent green fluid wept from the creature’s fat, curved dick, dribbling down his furious head. Tony didn’t care for the vacant look on Loki’s pretty face, or the way his breath wheezed past the creature’s grip on his neck. It would have been better if Loki only looked mildly offended rather than broken. Seeing the creatures abuse Loki was too much like witnessing actual rape.
Tony tried to conjure his suit again and couldn’t. Trapped, he turned and stalked back down the corridor.
According to the map in his head, Sublevel D was a loop. If Tony just started walking he could will the spaceship to change, replace Loki and the aliens with anything else. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see what they became when he circled back around.
When Tony crossed the same path a while later, he found Loki by himself on his hands and knees, trembling. He’d yanked his wrists from his binds. The creature was nowhere in sight.
Better than before, but not by much. “That’s a good look on you,” Tony said.
Loki raised his head and looked at him. His curly hair was a mess, his face paler than usual.
“Stripped naked,” Tony continued, “asshole full of cream.”
Loki growled and lunged at him, yanking up his pants. In his dream, Tony understood that he was stronger than Loki–so as Loki drew back a fist to hit him, Tony boxed him in the nose.
Tried to.
Loki batted his punch aside with his left forearm and drove his right fist into Tony’s jaw. Pain bloomed like an afterimage through Tony’s skull and down his neck, but the blow didn’t even rock his head back. Loki’s eyes popped wide and genuine fear crossed his pretty features.
“Thank you, therapy,” Tony said. Loki swayed on his feet, seeming torn between attacking him anyway and running.
“You killed a lot of people,” Tony said. “You hurt my friends.” Before Loki could make up his mind, Tony swung at him again. Loki blocked, jabbed, blocked again. He was easily better at hand-to-hand combat, landing blow after blow on Tony’s face, throat, chest, kneecaps, pushing Tony’s boxing moves aside. But nothing Loki did hurt, and when he tried sweeping Tony’s leg–and couldn’t–Tony threw himself over the man and pinned him to the floor.
Loki screamed in frustration.
“Stop starting fights you can’t win,” Tony quipped. His throat tightened. Loki’s slender form, narrow waist, and lean muscles felt right underneath him. He clamped Loki’s arms to the floor above his head, worked his knees sideways between Loki’s thighs, and pressed himself tight against Loki’s firm little ass. Loki had the prettiest green eyes Tony had ever seen, worthy of admiration even as Loki gazed back at him with feral rage.
Green eyes? Loki’s eyes were blue. Maybe the dream gave him green eyes instead, and if so it was a magnificent call.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Tony said. He dipped down and crushed Loki’s mouth under his, forced his lips open, thrust his tongue into the warm wet heat waiting for him. Loki gagged; he tasted like salty come, and an electric spark sent blood pumping to Tony’s groin.
How many people have already forced themselves on you? The idea that this would-be conqueror, who’d tried to enslave humankind, was reduced to a prison bitch turned Tony on like nothing else. He sucked a deep kiss from Loki and flipped him onto his back, straddled his little waist to rub his straining dick against Loki’s hard abdomen.
“I want you to suck me off,” Tony murmured. He forced a wet, open-mouthed kiss on Loki’s sharp cheekbone, then on his warm, smooth throat. “But not like your Chitauri. I want you to like it.”
“Tony,” Loki croaked, and Tony looked down at him, savoring the sight of his swollen pink lips and wet, emerald eyes. “Tony, this is real. It’s real.”
Christ, that was hot. Tony pushed up Loki’s frayed green shirt and moaned at the taught slabs of muscle beneath. He rolled his hips, grinding his trapped cock against Loki’s stomach.
“Yes,” Loki panted, “I’ll do it. Tell me how to get to the hanger and I’ll do anything you want. Please.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea. I’m not going to help you escape so you can pick up where you left off on your murder spree.”
“I promise,” Loki rasped. Tony kept him pinned with one hand and fumbled to unbuckle his belt with the other. “I’ll never go back to your world. Please, tell me where the hanger is. I’m being held captive by a monster who threatens you as well as I.”
Tony dipped to nuzzle one of Loki’s nipples, sipped on the bud, swiped his tongue over it. The sensitive flesh tightened into a greedy peak, so Tony rewarded it by sucking Loki’s skin between his lips. He shoved his hand between their bodies and squeezed Loki’s dick.
“I’ll do anything for you,” Loki begged in a whisper. “My cell is around the corner on your right. The next time you visit, tell me how to reach the hanger and I’m yours for half an hour.”
“No way,” Tony murmured into his warmth. He planted a last savoring kiss on the straining peak, and got up on his knees so Loki could reach his cock.
Loki shifted his arms down to his side, gazing up at him in mute despair.
“Come on, baby,” Tony said. “You like being called a slut? You’re going to wrap your slutty tongue around this and suck me dry.”
“Tony, this is real,” Loki said again.
Why does he keep saying that? It had been hot the first time; now it was creepy.
“You want me to like it?” Loki said–and pressed his palm to the bulge in Tony’s pants, making him groan. “Find out where the hanger is and come to my cell the next time you’re here.”
In the dream, Tony thought maybe Nat would be okay if he plugged Loki’s obnoxious mouth a few times so long as he didn’t date him. “That’s actually tempting,” he allowed. “You swear you’ll never come back to Earth or try to enslave anyone, ever again?”
“Yes,” Loki begged. “I swear it.”
“How do I bind you to that?”
Loki hesitated. “There’s a–a spell. Cut your hand.” He squeezed his left wrist where the rope had rubbed his skin raw and blood beaded like rubies under his fingers. Tony tried to will his hand to bleed, but the dream still wouldn’t obey him.
“What are you doing?” Loki said, staring up at him like he’d gone insane.
“Making my hand bleed.” Tony recited for himself, “This is a dream, so I can–”
“It’s not,” Loki hissed. He wiggled out from under Tony and grabbed his arm, dragged him over to the wall by an old drainage grate. “This is for your foul comments,” he muttered sourly and pressed Tony’s thumb into a corroding screw.
“Ouch! Tetanus,” Tony said. Like Loki’s punches, the sharp metal only hurt a little and only for a moment. When he pulled his hand back, fresh blood seeped from a cut half an inch long just to the right of his thumbnail. Loki immediately contaminated the wound by smearing his injured wrist across it.
“Gross,” Tony said.
“Silence. Know me for this,” he intoned, “and hold me to this vow I make as you make yours to me. Repeat that,” he ordered Tony.
“Yep, vows.”
Loki shook his head in contempt. “I swear, in exchange for assistance escaping, I will…?” he raised his eyebrows.
“I was just going to tell you how to reach the hanger,” Tony said.
“And not interfere, ergo assistance escaping,” Loki said, glaring.
“Sure. But if it’s ‘assistance escaping’ you could lawyer me into anything.” Tony grinned. “If you’re raising the stakes, I’m calling your bluff. You’re going to suck me off now, and then visit me every week to be mine for a night. And not kill anyone ever again. Or come back to Earth.”
Loki snapped, “I can’t both visit you on Earth and not come back to Earth. Demand I stay away or it’s not going to work.”
“Sure. I’ll provide ‘assistance escaping’ in exchange for you fulfilling my wildest fantasies and never killing anyone ever again.”
“Fine. Fine.” Loki yanked his arm away. A silly tear trekked down his left cheek, but when Tony reached to wipe it away Loki jerked back.
“Deal,” Tony agreed. “Let’s go to Earth right now, and you’re going to shower and then–what?”
Loki was almost white with anger. “I can’t. You witless moron, this is–”
The dream seeped away, becoming a tangle of colors and places Tony had been, people he’d met. When he woke in the morning, he regretted that the odd revenge dream hadn’t let him get off.
***
Tony never expected to revisit “Loki in Prison” again, but the following evening he dreamed himself right back on board. This time, he woke near the auxiliary power core rather than in the hanger. The map reappeared in his head, though, so he worked his way up through the ship’s interior to the place where he remembered finding Loki. Now, Loki was standing against a door on another cell row with his head down and eyes hard.
“Hey, babe,” Tony said.
Loki’s head snapped up. “Did you find the hanger?” he said.
“Yeah. I mean, I was there last time.”
“Can you tell me where it is?”
Tony had thought about this at length on his way to their little tryst, and told him bluntly, “No.”
Loki’s face tightened in fury.
Tony continued, “That’s not how this is going to work, sweetheart. You have zero bargaining power except for how much I enjoy making terrible decisions and you–” he poked Loki’s chest just because he could, “pushed the right button.”
“Get out of my way,” Loki snarled. “I have half an hour to find that damn place.”
Tony held out an arm, blocking him, and enjoyed the venomous glare Loki shot his way. “Uh-uh-uh,” he scolded. “I’m supposedly a hero, which means you can count on me to uphold my end. You’re going to give me what you promised and then, next time, I’ll plot a course for you from this spot to the hanger.”
“Agreed. Come in,” Loki said at once, rage fading like a thunderclap. He seemed entirely too happy to give it up without getting anything in return, but Tony was relieved that in this version of his dream they could skip the obnoxious haggling and go straight to sex. Loki pushed open the door behind him and showed Tony into the worst cell he’d ever seen in his life.
The cave in Afghanistan was bad, but this was just cruel. Loki had a crusted pipe for a toilet rather than Tony’s luxurious bucket, there was no bed or even bedding material, and conspicuous chains dangled from the ceiling.
“You will be most comfortable against that wall,” Loki said, gesturing at a relatively clean patch beside the door. He looked a little queasy, but Tony refused to feel bad for him. “Do you still want me to put my mouth on you?”
“Yep.” Tony made his way to the wall and unzipped his pants, fished himself out and tried to shake himself awake. It was hard to get going in here, with the chains and the filthy handprints on the walls.
“Don’t look at that,” Loki said, kneeling at his feet. “Look at me.”
“Is this Asgard?” Tony said.
Loki laughed. He swatted Tony’s hand off himself and paused, eyes wide, when he saw what he’d signed up for.
“Impressed?” Tony said. He was electric with need, so much so that when Loki reached out and stroked a tentative fingertip along his length heat rushed to his groin.
“Do you still want me willing?” Loki said, glancing up.
“Yeah.”
Loki dropped his eyes and grazed his fingertips back down Tony’s shaft, sending a raw pulse from Tony’s head to his toes. “I–hmm.”
Tony chuckled. “Afraid I’ll strangle you on it?”
Loki glanced up again and held his gaze. “Did Thor ever tell you about my preferences?”
“Funnily enough, your sex life wasn’t in the briefing.”
“I see. I suppose–since you wanted me willing–you might not mind if I told you that you’re my type.”
“Is that why you threw me off my building?” Tony gripped Loki’s hand and pulled it higher, curled his fingers, showed him how he liked being touched. Loki obeyed without question, and god it was so hot.
“No,” Loki said, gently squeezing his base, “that was the scepter. I meant: you’re a warrior, you’re intelligent; and perhaps we’ll never wish each other anything but ill–but I… I don’t actually hate that you’ve made me do this for you. Does that spoil your fun?”
Tony’s mouth went dry. “No, that’s exactly what I wanted. Damn, can’t we do this in my home? This is too much like Afghanistan.”
Loki rolled his eyes. Then he said, “May I taste you?”
Tony smirked. “The conqueror’s asking for consent?”
Loki glared. His tightened his fist, and pleasurable agony stung Tony’s groin.
“Ow!” Tony grabbed his hand.
“Since this is only a dream,” Loki said darkly, “make believe that I was also a victim. I did not wish to go to Earth and I certainly have no interest in trying to rule an undeveloped, ungovernable people with lives far too short to master any skills worth teaching. I am–was–a prince of the House of Odin. I would never begin a real invasion by bottlenecking my own army. When Bruce smashed me into your floor, he broke the scepter’s hold over my mind.”
It made a weird kind of sense, but Tony didn’t want to fantasize that he’d gotten it wrong, that they’d let an innocent man take the fall, that his friend had shut his abused brother in a dungeon. Most of all, he didn’t want to make an innocent man blow him whether or not Loki claimed to like what he saw.
“Will you understand?” Loki prompted.
“No, thanks.”
Dream Loki was a lot smarter than Real Loki, because he immediately gave up on his plot. He didn’t even seem frustrated–just leaned forward and placed the softest, most delicate kiss on Tony’s base. Tony rocked his hips, desperate for contact. Loki clutched his thighs to hold him still and placed another soft kiss above the first, and another, leaving a butterfly trail all the way up. When he reached the top he wrapped his wet, hungry mouth around the head and sucked. Pleasure shot through Tony like a live wire and he choked on a gasp. Loki nuzzled under Tony’s dick and sucked more gently, wetting him down with little licks and needy kisses. His careful touch wasn’t at all what Tony expected, but he liked it. The furtive mouth and hands on him were almost reminiscent of Tony’s first sexual encounters; as though Loki worried about the time, about getting caught. Tony filled out almost at once, and chuckled when Loki raised his head and bumped his nose on Tony’s full length.
Loki’s pretty green eyes darted over Tony’s cock and he whispered something to himself that sounded like “Wow” or “How?”
Moved to compassion, Tony offered, “You want that inside of you?”
Loki glanced sharply at him.
Tony explained, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted it this way, or if you wanted to turn around and do the other way.”
Loki stared at him.
Tony felt like a fool. “Maybe that was a dumb question. Sorry, I’m interrupting you.”
“I’ve had the thought…” Loki trailed off and pulled back, frowning. “When you eventually find out that this is not a dream, will you be upset with yourself for your actions? Our blood pact binds me to your body as much as it will hold you to your vow. I can’t undo it.”
Tony cupped Loki’s head and tried to guide him back to work.
Loki held up a hand, saying, “A moment. What if this occurred in reality? How would you feel about our bargain?”
“I’d be mad at myself for letting you escape, but not sorry you can’t kill anyone again.”
“With regard to my part.”
Hell no. Fantasies weren’t supposed to make sense and they sure as hell weren’t supposed to negotiate with their dreamers. If he stopped to think about this for too long, he’d be horrified with himself.
Loki seemed to be studying Tony’s face, but Tony couldn’t tell what expression looked back at him from Loki’s eyes. After a moment, Loki said seriously, “I suppose I’ve gotten the easier end of the bargain.”
And then Loki obediently opened his mouth and eased Tony back into warm, soaking wet paradise. Tony groaned–and swore when Loki bobbed his head, sliding his tight lips down Tony’s straining shaft. His tongue swirled underneath, driving Tony out of his mind. “Oh, my god.”
Loki shut up and focused for once, caressing his mouthful with roving lips and tongue. He repositioned himself to take in more of Tony, sliding farther and farther down until it was all Tony could do to squeeze his fists and fight against slamming his hips forward to fuck himself down Loki’s throat. He panted and groaned, gazing down in wonder at Loki on his knees, deft hands cuddling Tony’s balls, lips sinking toward the base of Tony’s dick.
“You slut,” Tony breathed. He couldn’t remember if Loki said he liked that or not. “You take my dick so well.”
Loki slurped gently and spit tickled Tony’s balls.
“More,” Tony groaned.
He did it again, and when he pulled back Tony’s cock glistened with his saliva, so hard it hurt.
“Suck me,” Tony gasped. Loki bobbed his head, sucked in his cheeks–and swallowed him. It was amazing. Tony twitched and grabbed Loki’s shoulder on instinct, recoiled, but as soon as he jerked his hand back he changed his mind. “Just look at you,” he murmured, resting his palm on Loki’s collarbone in thanks. “You’re gorgeous, you know.”
In response, Loki rocked his silky throat back and forth along Tony’s length. He gulped wetly and Tony moaned, then clenched his hand into Loki’s shoulder to keep his balance. Loki leaned back until only Tony’s sensitive head stayed inside his mouth; Tony’s shaft had swollen hard as a rock, flexing with every rapid heartbeat. Loki’s clever little tongue found his slit and flicked it, circled it, making Tony gasp and shudder. With a lewd smack, Loki detached himself from Tony’s cock and swiped his soft tongue up and over his head. He licked the tip back into his mouth and sucked hard, slowly worked himself lower again until his nose bumped Tony’s pelvis.
He was holding his breath so he could fill himself with Tony’s dick.
Impossibly aroused by the sight, Tony nestled a hand in Loki’s curly hair and stroked his scalp, needing to give some kind of affection to his partner. Loki leaned against him–but in doing so, took too much and gagged, then choked. He backed off and took a breath.
“You really went for it,” Tony said, bemused, as Loki turned away to spit. “Christ.”
Loki shoved his hair out of his face and turned back, cheeks splotchy, eyes red-rimmed. He opened his mouth and leaned forward, fitting himself around Tony’s head, swirling his tongue around the tip.
“Oh my god, baby,” Tony groaned. “I had no idea.” He chuckled. “I want to cool off so I can to enjoy this longer.”
Loki grabbed him and spread his lips around his head–noticed Tony leaking and lapped at the tip instead. His soft, slippery tongue was so good that the rush started building in Tony’s spine and he pushed it away with all his might. Loki kissed his slit, sucked lightly and swallowed the fluid.
“Fuck,” Tony grunted. He gripped himself around Loki’s hand, squeezing, trying to stop it.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Loki said dryly, “but I can hardly get my mouth around you next week if we don’t finish now.”
“You wicked little slut,” Tony ran his fingers through Loki’s hair and Loki’s sharp emerald eyes fluttered closed. “Uh. Do you like being called a slut? I can’t remember if you said.”
Loki’s eyelids flicked open and his intense stare grabbed Tony’s libido and twisted. “Forget me. This visit is entirely for you. The question is: do you enjoy calling me a slut?”
“Yeah, I do.” Tony tugged his hair lightly, urging his head forward, and Loki obediently bent to write melodies on him with his tongue. “You greedy little whore,” Tony grunted. “Oh, my god, you’re going to make me come.”
“I rather thought that was the idea.” Loki pressed his closed lips against the angry tip and pushed, forcing Tony’s dick through a tight opening into his soft mouth–deeper.
Tony gasped, “Faster. Show me what a cockslut you are.”
Loki paused, then darted his mouth down around Tony’s pulsing shaft. He sucked hard as he pulled back until he freed himself with a wet pop. Loki burrowed his pretty face against the side and licked, kissed, sucked on everything he could. It should have been sexy as hell, but something was off about the way Loki responded, in the same way it had seemed like actual rape when the alien shoved him into a wall to take his ass. Loki hadn’t gasped in pleasure when the creature moved to assault him, like the sub in an old porno, or even wiggled helplessly and demanded to know what was happening, like the sub in an animated porno. He’d simply grit his teeth and survived. Now, the sight of his enemy desperately debasing himself for Tony’s pleasure left Tony uneasy.
It looked too real, that was the problem. Loki’s cruel little cell with its own ready-for-use chains seemed straight from the Saw franchise, and the men outside were monsters. The dead look on Loki’s pretty face when the creature taunted him cut at Tony’s soul. The way he’d leaned into Tony after only the slightest kind touch was horrifying.
Beyond horrifying.
Tony was looking at the after-effects of torture.
You are having a nightmare. Wake up.
Unspeakable, brutal torture. Whoever his captors supposedly were, they had ripped Loki apart, turned him inside out and ground him underfoot until he was breaking at the seams.
Wake up!
It was only a dream. And dreams were under Tony’s control, not the other way around. He could rescue himself from what was fast becoming a nightmare. I can make this sexy again.
No way.
Tony tapped Loki’s jaw and nudged him off, met his eyes when Loki’s sharp gaze snapped up. “Stop. Just stop. It’s down the corridor on the right. Go to the hull and turn left. Take the elevator up to level six, then head for the hydroponics lab–turn right, cut through the garden. There’s a maintenance hatch under the supplies that will get you to the hanger. There’s also guard house about three hundred feet from here–”
“I know about the guard house,” Loki said. “I think you met Sergeant Ricter.”
“The mossy son of a bitch?” Tony tried to will him back into existence and blast him into a crater.
“What are you doing?” Loki demanded, eyeballing him. “Are you having a stroke?”
“Going to kill him. Did he pull you from your cell–and then he, what, left?”
“No, Tony. He knows I have half an hour every time I play the game.”
“Game?” Tony repeated. Sergeant Ricter did not appear and neither did Thor or Tony’s suit.
Loki recited, “Half an hour to find the hanger and strap myself into a ship. If I do that before the time’s up, I’m free.” He narrowed his eyes. “The Other wanted me to start fighting back so he promised freedom. Every time I open my door the game starts. My enemies appear somewhere in the ship and hunt for me while I hunt for the hanger. Most know they’re facsimiles–but you’re from a barbaric world, so it seems that you believe you’re dreaming.”
“What happens if they find you?” Tony asked, dreading the answer.
“You don’t know?” Loki wiped his lovely mouth with the back of his hand.
Tony would have killed him if his libido hadn’t grabbed him by the dick. Every dream Tony had with the possibility of sex morphed into a sex dream.
“Clint was here,” Loki said, standing and stretching his back. “He swung a pipe into my head.”
Tony swallowed a sudden knot in his throat. It was once thing to joke about abusing someone you hated, and another thing to actually do it. Before he could ask about Clint the dream shifted, and Tony’s subconscious put him in a power station in Asgard. Thor showed him around while explaining that magic provided limitless electricity and Sierra Club lobbyists tried to shut it down. Loki was there, too. But this Dream Loki only pulled off his clothes and rode Tony. It wasn’t at all the same.