I Only Speak For You, Part 3/?
Title: I Only Speak For You
Pairing: FrostIron (Tony/Loki)
Summary: This is the sequel to The Words I Cannot Speak. Tony and Loki are in the middle of their Big, Fat, Gay Wedding, when an unexpected series of unwelcome visitors interrupt the festivities. Will Tony’s devotion to Loki survive what the Nine Realms seem to want to throw their way? All Tony really wants to do is Honeymoon (by which he means shut himself up with Loki somewhere and fuck like bunnies). Is that too much to ask?
Notes: Mantra, aka gabes-massive-cock, is beta’ing this story so MAJOR thanks! Thanks for everyone reading :D Hope you lot enjoy. You’re destroy all my responsible plans.
It took three full days to get everything in order for the trip to Asgard, discounting the remainder of the wedding day, which was spent placating guests. One of those days, an entire one, was spent convincing Fury to put his stamp on it. Tony even got to ‘meet’ the infamous Council, if you call talking to a bunch of dark screens that talked back meeting. Regardless, they finally managed to get the green light from all parties concerned. The longer it took, the worse Loki looked. He shut down, emotionally, and his expression was entirely blank almost all the time. He’d also retreated from his and Tony’s bed to the room he’d originally occupied.
Finally the night before their departure, Tony cornered him in the living room. “Loki, lover, I saw more of you before we got married than I do now that I’m your husband. Why is that?”
Loki’s expression didn’t change. He continued to gaze out at the city with a dead sort of longing. “I am quite sure you have been very busy, Tony. I saw no need to be in your way.”
Tony sighed and came up behind him. He wrapped his arms around the Norse god’s waist and settled in. “Loki, you’re never in my way. I will never not want you with me. I realize that you’re freaked out over the trip to Asgard tomorrow, but you’re not alone anymore. You’ve got me.” He grinned into Loki’s button-down. “And really, what more could you want?”
This did not produce the expected snort. It made Loki stiffen. Chilled hands came up to grasp Tony’s wrists. “Nothing.” His voice was little more than a breath. “I want nothing more than I have right in this moment. But how much longer will I have it? Any of it? I will be back in Asgard. They will try to take me and I have been so long out of practice in the kinds of magic and the…emotional detachment required to deal with it that I do not know whether I will be able to stop it.”
Tony tightened his grip. “Bullshit. That’s bullshit, Loki, and you know it. You’re the strongest magician I’ve ever encountered and you are perfectly capable of taking on whoever comes your way. And there’s the little fact that you keep overlooking. I dunno if you ignoring it on purpose, or if it honestly hasn’t occurred to you, but…” Tony released him and came around to look Loki in the eye. “Loki, you aren’t going as a war criminal this time. You aren’t going back in custody. You are going back as part of an ambassadorial envoy. You have the protection of Earth and anyone with half a brain would think twice about trying to take you. It would cause an intergalactic incident. You’re the husband of one of the most prominent men in the world. You’re a member of the Avengers now, not officially, but as good as. You fight with us. You’re one of us. And more importantly, you’re mine. I don’t share and I don’t take it very well when people try to take what’s mine.” Loki was frowning at him, but not in anger. Tony couldn’t really place it. “I’m going to find out what’s going on and then I’m going to put on the suit and rip Sif limb from limb. I’d love to do it with my bare hands, but even the golden apples couldn’t improve me that much. The people who are responsible here are going to die, damn it. And Odin is going to get himself ripped a new one, if I have anything to say about it. And I do, since I’m in charge of this hotdog stand.”
“You’re what?” Now, the frown was confusion.
“Er…never mind. Maybe I’ll explain that one to you later. Point is. My trip, my say-so. I’m in charge of the group going.” Tony’s voice was tight and his words were clipped.
Loki shook his head. “That is a terrifying prospect, Tony. You in charge of anything that doesn’t require engineering.”
Tony looked smug. “At least you concede that I can be in charge of building stuff.”
“That prospect is mildly less disconcerting, I will grant you that.”
Tony grinned. “Works for me.” He eyed his husband (! He still hadn’t gotten used to that and he wasn’t sure he would). “You alright with this? Really? Enough to actually go?”
Loki consciously loosened his coiled muscles and relaxed. “Kindly do not split your infinitives. It is grating on the ear.”
Tony grinned, warm and wide. “There we go. If you’re complaining about my grammar, you’re back to normal. I like you normal. Uptight was getting a little worrying. I’m supposed to be the moody, infuriating, sullen one in this relationship.”
Loki snorted. “Indeed. Well, I will certainly cease and allow you to get back to that.”
Tony linked their fingers and glanced up at Loki. “Come to bed, then?”
Loki blinked and hesitated. He exhaled slowly. “Yes.”
Tony figured, with a response like that, they would be taking it slow and gentle, tender and as loving as possible. He figured wrong. Loki fucked up hard and fast he possibly could without causing damage. He pulled out, slumped over Tony’s back, and waited much too short a length of time before demanding that he be taken the same way. When Tony was drifting off to sleep a while later, Loki pressed a kiss to the arc reactor and murmured, “Now, when you move tomorrow, you will feel me and know that we belong to each other, and maybe you will succeed where everyone else in this life has failed.”
The bifrost was an experience that Tony would happily forgo for the rest of his life, natural or not. He fought the bile down and shot a glance at Natasha, the only other one who’d never taken the damn thing before. Her mouth was pinched and her eyes narrowed, the only sighs that she’d been affected.
On the edge of the bridge that led to the bifrost, four horses stood, taller than any Tony had ever seen. He sighed. Aesir men were huge, why not their horses too? He’d definitely need a leg up. Well fuck all if that wasn’t embarrassing. Loki smirked when he noticed the look on Tony’s face, which was the most positive reaction Tony had managed to garner from him so far that day. Tony offered up his embarrassment to his own personal God of Lies.
After he was actually mounted on the horse, Tony turned his attention to the bridge…thing…that would take them to the city. It was…like…nothing Tony had ever seen before. Like space, condensed and solidified. “I want some.”
Everyone paused and looked at him. Loki raised an eyebrow. “You want some what?”
Tony blinked. “Hadn’t realized I said that out loud. Some of the stuff this bridge is made from. I want it. It looks like space. I want to build a suit from the stuff. I could literally build a space suit!” He giggled just a little.
Natasha heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Stark, stop being a toddler. Grow up; we’re here for a purpose.”
Tony shrugged. “Eh. Still say that stuff is awesome.”
The actual bridge looked awesome, but Tony quickly decided he hated it. It was well over two miles long and Tony was absolutely not familiar with riding a horse. That shit hurt.
Loki was frowning and staring straight ahead. Paying attention to his husband helped Tony ignore the steadily building discomfort in his backside, which had been sore to begin with. The closer to the city they got, the more Loki looked like he had during the Tesseract incident, as Tony had taken to calling it. That was in no way a good thing and Tony found it worrisome.
Odin met them at the gates. He was riding a horse of his own, which did not have eight legs and did not seem to have any suspicious connection to Loki. Tony, in the deepest darkest recesses of his brain, was relieved. Odin was…nothing like Tony expected and yet exactly like he expected. The man was huge and bearded and looked remarkably like he imagined Thor would look in a…few million years. Astride the whitest horse Tony’d ever seen, Odin looked every bit the warrior king he obviously was. It was just…a faint flicker in his eye or in the way he moved his head or the lines of his body that reminded Tony of Loki. Odin was much more cogniscent of the workings of his court and his city than Thor would ever be. Tony found that thought disturbing. That idea that Thor was actually not suited to the throne that would be his. That Loki was suited to it and yet could never take it. What would happen to Asgard when Thor was finally crowned king?
“My sons, welcome home. Midgardians! You are well met. As King of this people, I welcome you and bid you stay with me.” Odin said, his voice thick and aged, but carrying out over the crowd that had gathered.
It was clearly directed to Tony, but he did not answer. Tony patently refused to speak to Odin until they were away from the public eye, because there was no way he’d be able to reign it in. He’d told Natasha this.
“Allfather. We three are honored to accept your hospitality and enter into your house as your guests and the guests of your son, Thor.”
Odin frowned at this. “Three? I see but two Midgardians.”
Tony literally bit his tongue.
Loki straightened in his saddle. “Allfather, I have been wed to a Midgardian. I come as a companion and a spouse only, not as a Prince of Asgard.”
Odin’s eyes widened and he glanced at Natasha. Tony felt a vicious smile curl over his face. He was going to thoroughly enjoy knocking this old man off his high horse…metaphorically, though he’d love to do it literally as well. No one corrected the old man’s assumption. Together, they rode through the city, Odin in the lead and Thor bringing up the rear.
Perhaps Odin sensed the mood of the group or perhaps he’d planned it that way, but when they arrived at the palace, the Allfather led them straight to the throne room, which he ordered cleared.
Tony’s vicious smile tightened. The Allfather had a fuckton to answer for. Shit was going down.