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No matter where they were, the diners always looked the same, simple, nondescript, with dozens of people coming and going at all hours of the day.
The perfect place for two people who didn't want to be disturbed or remembered.
When Sitwell walked in, Agent Colson was already seated in a booth, a plate of pancakes already half demolished and what he guessed was probably his third cup of coffee that morning in hand.
Taking his seat, Sitwell didn’t wait for a greeting or give one of his own, jumping right into the reason for their meeting, “The alien princes from New Mexico have finally turned up again.” he said, “Does the council still want them brought in for Fury’s Initiative?" he asked, already expecting the response to be affirmative.
“They do,” Colson replied, “unfortunately, none of our agents have been able to make proper contact with them as of this moment, any time we get close, they either vanish or rebuff our efforts to talk to them.”
S.H.I.L.D didn’t usually struggle with keeping eyes on their targets, but the two brothers from beyond the stars had abilities far outside of what their people were trained to deal with, it was no wonder both the WSC and S.H.I.L.D wanted to sign them onto the Avengers Initiative.
“What does Director Fury intend to do next?” they couldn’t continue throwing agents at the two aliens, it would just be a waste of resources, and while S.H.I.L.D was many things, wasteful wasn’t one of them.
The look that crossed Colson’s face at his question said more than words ever could, “He wants to bring in the consultant.” Just saying the words aloud seemed to make something in Colson ache, “The Director thinks that given the nature of the beings we’re dealing with, perhaps a different sort of approach is necessary to recruit them.”
It made sense, who better to bring in a pair of powerful, hedonistic beings who see themselves as gods, than a narcissistic hedonist with delusions of his own grandeur?
“Have you made the call?”
Colson took another bite of his pancakes before responding, “I have not, I'd rather we found another solution to the problem before we have to resort to calling him.”
“If Director Fury is asking you to call him, I presume we're already reached the last resort.”
“I'm sure there has to be another option, any other option but to call in the consultant.”
“I don't think there is.”
“I don't want to make the call.”
- - -
The bar was darkly lit when Tony Stark walked in, candles flicked from every available surface giving the place an interesting glow.
The scantily clad men and women walking around, serving drinks and waiting on guests did not distract as much from the classy vibe of the place as Tony would have expected– they actually seemed to complement it rather well.
As Tony walked through the bar, it wasn't difficult to spot the people he was there to meet that evening, even in the secluded corner they'd taken for themselves, their presence alone seemed to have permeated the entire building, they eyes of almost all of the other patrons kept flickering in their direction, the members of wait staff not currently serving the two brothers held jealousy behind their attempted masks of professional politeness.
Tony Stark had never been a religious man, but as he got close enough to properly see the two alien princes up close, he could understand why they were worshipped as gods.
With all the usual pomp and flair he could muster, Tony continued forward.
The two brothers were already looking at him before he made it to their corner, the tall, muscular blonde with a polite, but confident smile, and the thinner, dark haired one with a darker smirk that promised chaos and mischief.
Taking a glass from the tray of a passing waitress, Tony returned their looks with a charming, confident one of his own, “You two sure know how to throw a party.” He said in a way of greeting, “I don't suppose you have room for one more, do you?”
A look passed between the brothers before the dark haired one gestured to the chair across from them.
Before Tony could say another word, the blonde brother addressed him, “You're different from the rest of the agents sent to recruit us.” he said, eyes trained on him, taking in his every move.
Hiding a smirk behind his glass, Tony took a sip of the expensive whiskey before replying, “Oh, I'm not an agent, just a consultant, and even then, only when the consultation is worth my time.”
“Its good to know S.H.I.L.D thinks so highly of us that they're willing to call in someone of your status, Mr. Stark.” The dark haired one said, his eyes raking over Tony appraisingly.
Tony raised an eyebrow at that comment, “You know who I am?” He asked, slightly surprised, anyone else, sure, he'd expect nothing less than to be immediately recognized, but these two were from another world entirely.
“It would be foolish of us to not know of Midgard's mightiest warrior, wouldn't you agree?”
Okay, when phrased like that, it made sense. “Touché.”
“And I assume you know who we are?”
Tony smiled again, placing the drink down, he pointed to the blonde, “Thor, you crashed our little planet about a year ago, caused quite the commotion for S.H.I.L.D in New Mexico with Dr. Jane Foster and Dr. Erik Selvig” he began before pointing to the other brother, “Any your Loki, you arrived about a week after Thor, causing far less commotion, but definitely leaving far more of an impact on S.H.I.L.D's agents.”
“The two of you remained in New Mexico for a few more days before disappearing from S.H.I.L.D'S radar until showing back up in California, since then, the two of you have been hopping around the country and causing all kinds of mischief for the agents on your tails to deal with while you enjoy your vacation on our planet.”
S.H.I.L.D's file on the two had been extensive, but nothing in it made Tony believe the brothers were a threat to the people of earth.
If anything, Tony felt that they were perhaps trying to find a new home for themselves here.
And, if that were true, it was easy to understand why Fury was so set on having them join the initiative.
From the looks he was receiving from the two, they were clearly impressed and amused by his words.
Wordlessly, Loki dismissed the pretty wait staff who had been attending to them prior to Tony's arrival, once they were gone, he picked up the decanter from the table and refilled all of their glasses, “The Princes Thor and Loki of Asgard, at your service, Mr. Stark.” He placed the decanter back down and retrieved his glass, toasting it towards Tony, “What can we do for you on this fine evening?”
Retrieving his own glass, Tony took a sip, his eyes never leaving the brothers as he did, “Well, for starters, you can call me Tony.”
“Tony then, I'm sure S.H.I.L.D wants you to convince us to join them in some capacity, how do you plan to do that?” Loki asked.
A shiver found its way down Tony's spine at the way Loki said his name, his voice almost a purr as he spoke it.
He wanted to hear it again.
“Oh, I'm not here to convince you of anything, if you've not been convinced so far, I doubt there's much I can say that would change your minds.” He replied, far more honestly than he probably should have.
That finally broke Thor's silence, “If you're not here to ask us to join you, then why did you come here tonight?” he asked, curiosity clear in his question.
That was the billion dollar question, what was he doing here, part of it was definitely the hint of annoyance he'd caught in Agent Colson's voice when he'd relayed Fury's request, clear that he'd rather be talking to anyone else, and the files he'd been sent on the exploits of the brothers over the past year had certainly piqued his interest, but he hadn't been lying when he said he doubted he could get them to join the organization, people running away from obligations and responsibility rarely wanted to bind themselves to anything that may try to force new obligations and more responsibilities onto their shoulders… And these two were clearly running from something. Or someone.
Ultimately, Tony went for the simplest response, “Curiosity mostly, it's not every day a guy gets the chance to meet royalty from another world, how often do opportunities like this come along?”
Another of those silent conversations passed between the brothers before they both returned their undivided attention to Tony, “I suppose we could satiate that curiosity of yours, if you promise to make it worth our while.”
- - -
If anyone were to ask Tony how he and the two brothers made it back to his mansion, he doubted he'd be able to tell them, all of his attention taken up by the wickedly talented lips and hands that hadn't left his body since leaving the bar.
Loki was in front of him, claiming his mouth and skillfully removing each layer of his clothing one by one, while Thor was behind him, pressing wet kisses down his neck and shoulders, his hands keeping a firm grasp on Tony, almost as if he thought he may disappear should his grip weaken at all.
The two worked in perfect synchronicity, taking Tony apart with skilled precision, Tony couldn't remember that cast time a hookup made him feel this good.
Once Loki finally had him stripped of his clothes, the younger prince dropped to his knees, “What do you know of worship, Mortal?” He asked, the purr that did insidious things to Tony's brain and body returning once again.
Being referred to as ‘Mortal’ should not have been as sexy as Loki made the word sound.
“Not much, never been the most religious guy, sorry.” He replied, doing his best to maintain as much of his composure as he could while he was so skillfully taken apart.
Loki just smiled back up at him, “Worry, not, we will teach you.” Without wasting a moment, Loki took Tony's cock in hand and ran his tongue up the length of it.
The moan that escaped him was embarrassingly loud as the prince took the head of his cock into his mouth and swallowed it whole.
Tony almost made the mistake of asking if all Asgardians lacked a gag reflex, or was it just Loki?
Tony didn't have the time to think any further on the thought as he was very quickly reminded of the other prince behind him when he too took to his knees, trailing a line of kisses down his back and ending at his hole as Thor spread his ass cheeks apart and pressed his tongue inside of him.
One of Tony's hands ended up buried in Loki's hair, the other clutching at one of Thor's own as he did his best to remain standing, the single minded focus the two had for bringing him pleasure was almost enough to overwhelm him completely.
The dual sensations of pleasure felt incredible, from Loki's mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking and licking at his length while one of his hands played with his balls, to Thor's warm tongue flicking back and forth inside of him, preparing him for future stretching to accommodate something far bigger.
The brothers knew exactly what they were doing, working in tandem to bring Tony to the very edge of sanity, they had the kind of coordinated skills that told Tony they'd definitely done this before.
With his orgasm quickly approaching, Tony gave Loki's hair a light tug to bring the gods attention back up to him, when those vivid green eyes met him, Tony was lucky to have not cum right then and there, “I'm close.” He uttered quietly.
Feeling the way Loki smiled around his length more than seeing it, Loki redoubled his efforts, the hand not preoccupied with his balls slipped behind him, past the tight ring of muscle to join Thor's tongue still in his ass and pressed right up against his sweet spot.
The potent cocktail of sensations finally sent Tony over the edge, his cum filling Loki's mouth as the two continued working him through his orgasm.
Loki didn't immediately swallow Tony's load as he pulled off of his slowly softening cock, instead he wordlessly got Thor's attention before pulling his brother into a messy kiss, the two moaning as they shared Tony's cum between them.
Had he the energy for it, the sight alone would have been enough to get Tony hard all over again.
When the brothers eventually pulled apart, their attention quickly returned to Tony, neither of them looked to be even a little out of breath, it was wholly unfair.
Not only that, but at some time between one blink and the next, they both seemed to have lost their clothes.
Rising back to their feet, both Thor and Loki began guiding Tony towards the bed they're so far ignored during their quest to utterly ruin him.
“Was our demonstration suitable enough, or will you need further education in the act of properly worshipping a god?” Loki asked as he joined Tony on the bed.
It took Tony a moment to fully recover his ability to talk, but when he did, he put all of his bravado into his words, “I think I may need another lesson… or two.” He replied, his eyes shifting back and forth over the two.
“I'm sure we can make that happen.” Thor said, grabbing hold of Tony's face, “Perhaps a more hands on learning experience will suit you better, Stark” he finished, dragging him in for a kiss.
While Thor had him thoroughly distracted, Loki made himself comfortable on the bed, legs spread wide as he relaxed into the mound of comfortable pillows at the head of the bed.
Ready to be worshipped.
When the two parted for air, Thor began guiding Tony up towards Loki, knelt between his legs, all Tony could do was look.
Loki truly was beautiful.
Long, well toned limbs, abs Tony's pretty sure he could forge steel on, and that cock… oh god. It made Tony’s mouth water. At some point, he definitely wanted the chance to get his mouth on it.
Clearly reading his mind, Thor began guiding Tony’s attention back upward, “Another time, Stark.” he murmured into his ear, just loud enough for both him and Loki to hear, “For now, I think my brother has been more than patient enough, it’s time we finally give him the worship he so clearly deserves.”
When Tony’s hand was guided down between Loki’s legs, he found the younger gods hole already stretched and dripping, biting back a moan, Tony slipped three fingers inside him, enjoying the pleased expression that took over Loki’s face as Tony began to massage his insides.
“This is not my first time being fucked tonight, Anthony, you need not spend too much time preparing me to take you.” Loki said through gasped out moans that still somehow came out with that same self assured confidence that Loki always spoke with.
“Sorry gorgeous, but as loath as I am to admit it, i’m but a lowly mortal, with a mortals refractory period, I still need a few minutes before I’ll be able to get it up enough to fuck you the way you deserve.” He replied apologetically.
The look on Loki’s face told him he wasn’t satisfied with that response, “I don’t like to be kept waiting when I want something.” Loki’s words were followed by a swirl of green mist leaving his hands, and with it went all of the fatigue still clinging to him after his orgasm.
“Better?”
Pulling his fingers from Loki's hole, Tony reached up to drag him into another all devouring kiss, “Much better.” He said, feeling his cock once again begin to swell with interest at being sandwiched between the two brothers. “Where were we?”
“You were just about to impale my brother on that rather impressive cock of yours.” Thor supplied helpfully, his own attention split between sucking hickeys into Tony's neck and watching Loki like he wanted to be the one devouring him whole.
Not needing to be told twice, Tony moved quickly to line himself up with Loki’s entrance, before carefully pressing inside.
The moan Loki let out was like music to Tony’s ears, a deep, velvety thing that made Tony all the more dedicated to dragging more of those sweet sounds from the gods lips. Once fully inside, Tony took a moment to allow Loki to adjust to the feeling of fullness before beginning to fuck him at a steady pace.
Tony was so caught up in pleasing Loki that he completely forgot about Thor until he felt something large pressing up against his own entrance. Before Tony could say anything, Loki once again dragged Tony in for another deep, all consuming kiss as Thor entered him.
To Tony’s surprise, there was no pain when Thor buried himself to the hilt inside of him, when the kiss broke, Loki gave Tony a knowing smile when he saw the confused look on his face, “What, did you think that getting you hard again was the only thing my little spell did?”
Not really knowing what to say in response, Tony decided it was just easier not to say anything, instead he returned to thrusting into Loki as he had been doing before his rhythm was interrupted, Thor followed suit not long after, at first his thrusts matched Tony’s own, but quickly began to speed up, one of his hands still on Tony’s hip for super, the other coming around to grasp Loki's neglected cock as he began guiding their lovemaking, his thrusts forcing Tony to fuck harder and deeper into Loki, drawing even more of those sweet, pleasurable sounds from him.
If not for the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling from both ends, Tony might have been annoyed at the elder of the two brothers for practically taking over, but it all felt so good, Tony didn’t have it in him to do anything but enjoy the feeling building up inside of him.
Tony lasted a lot longer than he’d have expected to when sandwiched between two nordic gods, but still, he held out long enough to watch Loki finally cum, Tony couldn’t take his eyes away from the beautiful view that was Loki’s face as he was consumed by pleasure, his release painting both their chests as Thor continued working him through his orgasm.
His own was not far behind, the combined sensation of Loki’s insides clenching down on his length while Thore continued nailing his prostate with deadly precision was enough to tip him over the edge, filling Loki’s hole with his cum as he buried his face in the gods neck and biding down to stifle his own cries of pleasure.
Thor gave them no mercy, continuing to fuck both Tony and Loki into overstimulation as he cased his own release. Tony wasn't certain he’d be walking again that night after Thor was finally done with him. Not that he minded too much, the pleasure was well worth any pain that came later.
Eventually Thor too came, finishing inside of Tony as he turned his face to connect their lips once again.
As each of them came down from their respective highs, the three arranged themselves into a more comfortable position on the bed, Tony was situated in the middle, with Loki’s resting on his chest– being careful of the arc realtor in his chest as he made himself comfortable, and Thor on his other side, Tony's head resting on his broad, muscular shoulder as his arm came around so that he could hold both him and Loki as they slept.
And when Tony woke the next morning, still wrapped in the arms of the two brothers, he felt no need to flee as he normally would from a one night stand, in fact, he was so comfortable, he decided he could enjoy the feeling for a few more hours.
“JARVIS, call Fury and tell him to waive my consultation fee.”
- - -
Another nondescript diner, another sugary breakfast item.
When Sitwell joined Colson at the table, he could read the emotions in the other agents' expressions without him having to say a word.
“I presume you’ve heard that the consultant was able to get the Asgardians to agree to work with S.H.I.L.D.” he said, knowing already that Colson had been informed of the call the Director had received from Stark’s A.I assistant the morning prior.
“I am.” he replied, his tone short and clipped as he stabbed at the syrup drenched waffles on his plate with far more force than strictly necessary. “I was also present for the follow up call where Stark told Director Fury that he couldn’t accept his consultant fee, as– and I quote, “He might be a playboy, but he drew the line at prostitution", I don’t know why we ever hope for any kind of professionalism from that man.”
Sitwell could understand Colson’s irritation, over a year of work and many of their most skilled agents had led to nothing when it came to getting the attention of the pair of Asgardians, but a single night with Stark, and suddenly they were willing to play ball, it was almost insulting.
“At least we finally got them to agree to work with us.” he said, attempting to lighten the mood.
“With Stark. They’re willing to work with Stark.” Colson corrected, “It just so happens that Stark sometimes works with us.”
“You say that like we don’t already know how to manage Tony Stark,” Sitwell replied, “It just means we have to keep making Stark happy, keep him feeling important, how hard could that be?”