The Patron Saint of Liars and Whores
Title: The Patron Saint of Liars and Whores
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/ Tony Stark
Warnings: Religious themes.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tony tries to find a god. he's not sure this was the one he was looking for.
Note: this is what i think about in church.
The cathedral has a sombre air to it, deathly quiet and still. Tony imagines he can hear every sound, down to the mitosis of his cells. He closes his eyes, bows his head. Finding this too awkward, he lifts his head and stares anywhere but the cross at the alter, preferring the understanding face of Mary to the left.
"Listen, um. No one ever really taught me how to do this, so bare with me." He starts aloud, and wonders if God has rules about how you are supposed to pray. "I've never really been all that religious, and being a scientist, I'm really not supposed to believe in you, but science also tells me anything is possible, so why the fuck not." He closes his eyes tiredly, licked his lips, and looks back at Mary, who smiles benignly at him.
"Really, all I came here to ask for is--" patience, deliverance, acceptance, salvation. "I don't fucking know. Everything -- anything that can be spared for a guy who goes out of his way to dapple in all seven of the deadly sins."
"Have you found religion suddenly, Anthony?"
The voice is dark with mocking laughter, steeped in a breathy eloquence that never fails to send a shiver of frigid anticipation down his spine. He looks up to find Loki perched on the alter, legs crossed and expression smug. "Well, they say never too late to be a believer." Tony says smartly, eyes narrowed.
Loki laughs then, like Tony is a wayward child who needs guidance. "Am I not the god who most deserves your worship?" He asks with a tilt of his head, green eyes sparking. He slides smoothly from the altar, leather coat loud in the stillness of the church. He's right there in front of Tony's, tall and magnificent and pagan. An old god long forgotten, but still clinging to pride. He pets Tony’s hair as though blessing him, fingers tangling in tousled chestnut locks.
Tony tries not to sigh and lean into the touch, and adds "resistance, strength, mercy" to the list of things he prays for. He's sure he'll burn in hell for this.
"After all, do I not answer your prayers for someone to warm you when you are cold and alone? Do I not guide and comfort you? Do I not come when you call, grace you with my love and mercy, as this god claims to?" Loki lifts his chin roughly, stares into his eyes, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Has this god ever once answered you? Does this god have anything to offer you?"
"Well, there are only so many uses a sex god can have where it concerns the fate of my undying soul." Tony drawls, stiff from kneeling too long, his neck craning back to see Loki properly. Loki smiles like a shark, like a demon, and kneels as well to press their mouths together, all teeth and tongue and needy. Tony moans into it, gripping Loki's shoulders.
"You are a ruin, Anthony, and no amount of praying to any deity is going to save you."
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/ Tony Stark
Warnings: Religious themes.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tony tries to find a god. he's not sure this was the one he was looking for.
Note: this is what i think about in church.
The cathedral has a sombre air to it, deathly quiet and still. Tony imagines he can hear every sound, down to the mitosis of his cells. He closes his eyes, bows his head. Finding this too awkward, he lifts his head and stares anywhere but the cross at the alter, preferring the understanding face of Mary to the left.
"Listen, um. No one ever really taught me how to do this, so bare with me." He starts aloud, and wonders if God has rules about how you are supposed to pray. "I've never really been all that religious, and being a scientist, I'm really not supposed to believe in you, but science also tells me anything is possible, so why the fuck not." He closes his eyes tiredly, licked his lips, and looks back at Mary, who smiles benignly at him.
"Really, all I came here to ask for is--" patience, deliverance, acceptance, salvation. "I don't fucking know. Everything -- anything that can be spared for a guy who goes out of his way to dapple in all seven of the deadly sins."
"Have you found religion suddenly, Anthony?"
The voice is dark with mocking laughter, steeped in a breathy eloquence that never fails to send a shiver of frigid anticipation down his spine. He looks up to find Loki perched on the alter, legs crossed and expression smug. "Well, they say never too late to be a believer." Tony says smartly, eyes narrowed.
Loki laughs then, like Tony is a wayward child who needs guidance. "Am I not the god who most deserves your worship?" He asks with a tilt of his head, green eyes sparking. He slides smoothly from the altar, leather coat loud in the stillness of the church. He's right there in front of Tony's, tall and magnificent and pagan. An old god long forgotten, but still clinging to pride. He pets Tony’s hair as though blessing him, fingers tangling in tousled chestnut locks.
Tony tries not to sigh and lean into the touch, and adds "resistance, strength, mercy" to the list of things he prays for. He's sure he'll burn in hell for this.
"After all, do I not answer your prayers for someone to warm you when you are cold and alone? Do I not guide and comfort you? Do I not come when you call, grace you with my love and mercy, as this god claims to?" Loki lifts his chin roughly, stares into his eyes, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Has this god ever once answered you? Does this god have anything to offer you?"
"Well, there are only so many uses a sex god can have where it concerns the fate of my undying soul." Tony drawls, stiff from kneeling too long, his neck craning back to see Loki properly. Loki smiles like a shark, like a demon, and kneels as well to press their mouths together, all teeth and tongue and needy. Tony moans into it, gripping Loki's shoulders.
"You are a ruin, Anthony, and no amount of praying to any deity is going to save you."