Thinning
Loki’s not very sure just what is restricting. Solid and soft and warm, hot puffs of air at his neck, again, again, as that in his arms rose and fell, slowly, with every breath – he registers abruptly. Because that is a person. A person with a lot of exposed skin – his eyes shot open, to a mess of brown hair locks from which protruded
cat ears!
He jolts back to see, to find Tony, human, mostly, curled up against and around him,
very naked.
The man mumbles scoots forth, nuzzling back against his neck breath hot. Loki flushes, arms wrapping tighter of their own accord around the smith, who contentedly hums the sound reverberating between them that Loki’s eyes flutter briefly. And then Tony purrs and Loki’s losing it quickly. He should – must wake him, as his fingers drag into those soft locks, rub circles behind those ears – he shudders when Tony flat out moans heat rushing down swiftly. He needs to wake him right now. “Anthony,” voice hoarse to his own ears, fingers still at work – he halts them, pulls back. “Tony,” laying a hand to his cheek – he was so warm.
A weary gaze peeked from under fluttering long lashes, dark and thick framing those gleaming brown orbs beautifully. Loki swallows heart pounding, muscles ache in refrain.
Taking a moment to come to Tony realizes that, he is naked, limbs tangled, with Loki’s who is three inches from his face, caressing it his hand cool, and he blushes fast – before it hits him:
he’s human again! Glances down at himself and yes human. Naked, but…
He still feels, an extra appendage…
He still feels his tail.
He reaches with his hand and yep. Tail. Eyes going window-wide he shoots up into sitting poise, Loki following suit as he exclaims coarsely: “What the fuck?”
Loki’s glad at least he can speak at all.
Then he laughs.
Really laughs, especially when Tony glares at him mad-like. “I’m sorry but-” laughs again, pinched one of the cat ears. Stark gapes reaches feels both.
“Are you-”
abruptly laughs too, flashing canines. They laugh hysterically, for some time, when the door opens suddenly
with Clint.
Eyes comically wide, Loki laughs again – Tony slaps his arm, before giggling and erupting in laughter once more.
Slowly Clint backs out.
XXX
As they calm then eyes lock, Loki’s fond in a way that makes again Tony blush, tense very much aware of the lack of layers between – he looks away. “So I take it, the spell worked. Kinda. This is super unacceptable,” quips and Loki giggles.
“I highly disagree.” Tony feigned a scowl shoved him. Loki smiled softly, softening Tony’s gaze he flushed red.
“Since this fuck up is partially your fault, you wanna be a dear and find me some clothes?”
“Oh? My fault huh?”
“Partially.”
“Mm. Were it not for this ‘fuck up’ you’d still be struggling to use the bathroom.”
“I have a tail.” Loki laughs. “It is so not funny!!” But the mage seems to find it so very much. Tony pouts arms crossed till Loki calmed, with a smile and eyes sly.
“…I didn’t hear please,” trigging the need for a witty response from the latter, but reconsidering,
he leans in, eyes wide a smile coy. “Please,” blinks slowly and to Loki’s misfortune, those pupils drastically like a cat’s dilate, pearly black – he falters, sees the slow smirk stretched along those curved red lips – be damned.
Tony has but a second to register mischief in green eyes,
before he’s on his back a god hovers over him grin wicked.
“Are you sure you want to play this game with me, kitten?” he lulls cups Stark’s jaw thumbs along his chin. Tony exhales shakily heating promptly. The sheer amount of lewd thoughts flooding his mind make hammer his heart as he looks into those eager, troublesome eyes locked onto his, before pointedly decline. Tony licks his lips, watches the way Loki’s eyes darken – oh this was a bad idea.
“Your um. Knee’s on my tail,” he says hoarsely and for a second Loki looks concerned as he lifts it and Tony’s tail flails from under the sheets. Loki released his jaw in favor of reaching for it and Tony mentally curses as like with a mind of its own said tail sought the contact. Loki gives him a look, twirling the tip between his long, sinewy fingers. Tony swallows thickly.
Abruptly Loki hauls off him – he exhales tensely-
the door opens – he shoots up finds Bruce, entering and Loki heads to the closet – the latter exclaimed:
“Tony!”
“Um, yeah,” followed by a silence painfully awkward as Bruce took the scene in actuality as opposed to just Clint’s words. Loki returns with folded clothes smile still annoyingly sly and he stops just by him, outfit tossed into Tony’s lap who was quick to grab at as Bruce again spoke:
“So uh. The spell worked, in a way.”
“In a way,” Loki drawled watching Tony fiddle with his clothes, the black sweats the cotton green shirt, a brief pause Tony finds himself faced with this insane urge to smell-
“And,” Bruce laughs slightly. Tony hardly hears much right now. “How do we, fix this?” Tony does not register his tail curling around Loki’s knee. They do.
“I don’t know,” Loki mumbles absently, teased then: “Maybe we can’t.” Tony looks up hearing Loki, but not really hearing the words till a beat after. He deadpans. Loki smirks wide.
“Lokes I swear I will find some other witch bitch and curse you into cat-man. Let’s see how funny you find it.”
“Hmm. I thought you found cat-woman sexy. What am I to think of that?” Tony flushes red – Loki should not be allowed to use the letters s e x consequently, ever.
Bruce clears his throat.
“How about you get dressed and let me run some tests?” Tony fumbles pulling the shirt over his head ruffling althemore his always mussed hair and aggravating his ears – they twitch and Loki itched to touch.
“Can you guys leave please?”
“Why?” coyly Loki retorts and Tony gives him a vexed look.
“Bruce would you take him, please?” The god laughs. Bruce’s eyes roll.
“Loki, come on.” He does not, tilts just his head at the smith playful, flirts:
“Green looks good on you,” voice silk and Tony’s always been fond of listening to him just talk but this explicit tone was doing things to him – he shoves the mage in the torso.
“Out Reindeer Games!” Loki doesn’t budge just grins. But alas moved, towards the door and a stiffly uncomfortable Bruce.
“Come doctor, he’s suddenly shy. Let’s let him dress.” He gives Stark another look, herding Bruce out of the room shuts the door.
With intent for coffee Loki makes, Bruce following probes: “When did he change back?”
“Some time in his sleep.” The doctor resumes with questions, ‘why didn’t the spell work’, ‘what went wrong’ ‘how can we fix it’, etc. Loki would like to be rid of this tag-along soon, so he can go back to teasing the hell out of Tony – he can hardly ever get him so flustered because Tony Stark was not a man easily fazed,
and Loki’s subtlety, and patience,was thinning quickly.