Saying Your Names

Tony realizes, somewhere in the mess of them setting up camp in a military bunker he’d converted and hoped he’d never need, that he hasn’t eaten in… he’s not sure.

“I’m hungry,” Tony announces. “Are you hungry?”

“What do you wish to eat?” Loki asks, amiable. There are MREs, but the idea of not having to eat them in favour of actual food sounds pretty appealing.

“Finger food,” Tony finally decides. “I need to be able to work at the same time.”

While he could probably send Loki to retrieve Barton and Romanoff on his own, he’d really rather not after what happened with Bucky. Getting the suit serviceable will likely only take a few hours; he hopes that Barton and Romanoff have a few more hours.

(He’s been steadfastly ignoring it’s only been five minutes on Earth. He doesn’t want think about it.)

***

Tony’s forgotten that Loki left to get food until he finds himself taking a bite of an eggroll, body instinctively picking up the food set in his workspace the way it always has. He blinks, finishes it off, and grabs another, looking up from the mess of wires he’s been buried in to find Loki standing next to him and watching him. Rather, watching his hands, though he does look up at Tony after a few moments.

“This is partly your fault,” Tony points out.

Loki snorts, attention returning to the suit.

“If you’d simply listened in the first place, then we would have been able to leave much sooner,” Loki says.

Tony considers that as he polishes off the second egg roll. A look around reveals that Loki’s come back with a wide array of goods--egg rolls, various dumplings, cheese sticks, fries, slices of fruit and cheese. Finger food with total disregard for how none of it really is from the same cuisine.

Huh.

“You paid for this stuff, right?”

“Yes.” Loki rolls his eyes, but he’s leaning to get a better look at where Tony’s been resoldering wires. “No, it will not vanish come morning.”

Tony starts in on some promising looking rangoons and watches Loki poke a bit. He’s not actually hurting anything--his movements are all precise, sure, like he knows how this all works already and he’s curious to see what’s wrong and where. If he wasn’t Tony’s soulmate, Tony might find it hard to believe, but he’s always known they’d be good with electronics because what else would they be good at?

He needs someone he can talk to, even if right now he’s just feeding himself and watching Loki.

“Do you want anything?” Tony asks eventually, realizing he hasn’t seen Loki reach for any of the food. Loki shrugs.

“I know you haven’t eaten anything. Unless you ate while you were getting food, which rude.” Tony looks around for something that seems like Loki’d eat and spots a cheese stick that has managed to survive. If Loki doesn’t enjoy cheese sticks, Tony isn’t sure they can still be soulmates. “Here, try this.”

Loki glances at him, looks back at the suit, and then suddenly all his focus is on Tony. Tony’s hair stands up at the intensity behind Loki’s gaze.

“Come on,” he says instead of swallowing his tongue. “Try this.”

It’s not like he has a self-preservation instinct anyway.

Loki just keeps staring at him; Tony almost thinks Loki’s waiting on him to take it back, change his mind.

“It’s not that hard. You just open your mouth and…” Tony trails off, swallowing as Loki doesn’t even bother to take the damn cheese stick from him, just leans a bit forward from where he’s crouched over the suit and bites. His eyes don’t leave Tony’s, not until he pulls away--then his eyes flutter shut, faint colour blooming over his cheeks, and he makes this sound that goes straight to Tony’s cock. His tongue flicks briefly over his lips before he opens his eyes, glazed and hungry as they find Tony’s again.

“Like that?” Loki asks.

Tony doesn’t think, just hauls Loki up and kisses him. He wants that look on Loki’s face again, glazed and pleased and shaken underneath it all, and as he tangles one hand in Loki’s hair, his other is looking for more to feed him. He bites Loki’s lip, sucks on it, then licks his way into Loki’s mouth.

Loki shakes, an almost pained keen getting free as his hands grab hold of Tony’s arms. Tony breaks off for air, glances long enough to find an apple slice, then turns his attention back to Loki.

“Eat,” Tony says, and he’s not sure if it’s a prayer or a command, but it has Loki shuddering again, glazed green eyes focusing on the slice of apple Tony’s offering and mouth dropping open. Tony maneuvers him up against the work table, gets between his legs and trails a line of kisses along Loki’s jaw. He traces the apple slice over Loki’s lips, kissing the corner of Loki’s mouth, hisses, “Eat,” in Loki’s ear.

Loki’s skin is flushed, glowing, Loki’s not even managing to keep his own weight up anymore, knees given out and relying wholly on the table and Tony to keep him upright. There’s nothing slow about how he eats the apple, just a few quick bites, and he’s licking at Tony’s fingers in ways that should be illegal, chasing every last drop of juice.

“Tony,” he whines, breath gasping pants. He keens as Tony rocks against him, teeth digging into Loki’s neck. Tony can feel his pulse, feel him, it’s like a fire lit in his whole being--the sounds Loki makes, how he’s come completely undone at being fed.

“Ask,” Tony says, nosing along Loki’s jawline. Loki sobs. “Ask.”

***

They go until Tony runs out of food, until they’re on the floor, Loki half-sobbing and delirious as Tony murmurs into his skin, pulling Loki apart every way he knows how, like it’s written into his bones, his soul--this and this and this, until Loki’s howling and clawing at Tony’s back, biting him, drawing blood and all Tony can think is take it take it as his blood coats Loki’s hands and mouth.

Tony collapses next to Loki in a sweaty heap, brain trying to catch up with what the hell just happened. Besides sex--sex almost seems like an after-thought, really.

Loki is already twining around Tony, pressing kisses into Tony’s skin and nosing at his neck, his throat, at the bite marks he’s left in Tony’s skin like brands. Tony closes his eye and wraps an arm around Loki’s shoulders without thinking about it, stroking the god’s hair.

“Fuck,” Tony says. There’s a dim light against his closed eyes, but he doesn’t think anything of it.

“Mmm?”

“The suit. Budapest. Barton, Romanoff. You know, that thing we’re supposed to be doing.”

The light moves. Tony frowns, then opens his eyes and realizes a few things.

Firstly, the light is Loki--his skin is glowing, like he’s been lit from the inside, and the way his eyes burn like green fire only makes it worse. Secondly, where Tony’s starting to come off the adrenaline high, Loki is vibrating, settling a few moments before shifting again, restless. Thirdly, that hum is definitely also Loki, though he doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing it.

He looks alien and brilliant and eye-searingly perfect.

“Shall we?” Loki asks. He sounds eager, already getting up and pulling Tony along. “Let’s, here, why not—” and he’s off, talking so quickly that Tony’s barely catching every other word, just gets exhilaration and joy thudding through Loki’s pulse. Tony stares at him, but Loki isn’t paying attention, just doing something to the suit.

“--Like so,” Loki says, stepping back. There’s a flicker of green and gold crackling along the suit, but otherwise it looks perfect. Tony blinks--Loki’s just fixed in moments what was going to take him hours, and he doesn’t even look winded.

“What do you think?” Loki asks, practically bouncing on his feet. Tony is pretty sure that Loki’s been explaining a plan, but like hell did he get any of it.

“Sounds good to me,” Tony says and hopes he doesn’t regret it.