I'd hit it...

[acharmingprince]

THE "i'd HIT that" MEME

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Tony Stark | Iron Man/Avengers | OTA

[nottheworsthing]

[Tony would like to issue a blanket "I'd hit that" to- yep, pretty much everyone]

Re: Tony Stark | Iron Man/Avengers | OTA

[trickstertongue]

My keen longing to lay hands upon your un-suited person can only be expressed in verse, my darling:

For a fuck of unparalleled class
Look not to copper, tinfoil or brass;
For a thing of Stark beauty,
A superlative booty,
I'd recommend Iron Man's ass.

[nottheworsthing]

I always knew you were a classy guy.

[ooc: HOLY BALLS YOU WIN THE INTERNET. ACTUALLY DYING OF LAUGHTER. I LOVE YOU]

[trickstertongue]

Oh, did my little limerick not entice you to strip down to your skin and throw yourself at my feet? [Loki favours Tony with an extravagant pout, in high good humor] I'd thought you'd had your fill of Shakespeare in the park, Tony, or else I would have thrown twinned couplets at you as though they were singles toward a stripper's g-string.

ooc: <333

[nottheworsthing]

On a first date? What kinda girl do you think I am? [He gives a melodramatic sigh and lays a hand over his heart] I've gotta think of my reputation after all.

[trickstertongue]

I had hoped the kind that was good company. [It's almost in spite of himself that he enjoys these exchanges with Tony. The man is an arrogant, jumped-up-anyhow human, but talking with him is the closest he has to any good kind of flyte these days, and he finds himself occasionally looking forward to these little verbal bouts. It's fun, and fun is something that the rest of these so-called Avengers seem all to eager to relegate to the past]

Think not overlong of your reputation, Mr. Stark -- we would not want a beauty such as yours to die unplucked on the vine, before such a skilled tongue as my own had tasted your vintage.

[nottheworsthing]

Oh yeah? [He relaxes into a careless stance, thumbs tucked into his beltloops and head tilted slightly to one side with a smirk on his lips. He hasn't forgotten that he's talking to someone who, not all that long ago, threw him out of a window. Who could swat him like a bug without so much as blinking if the mood took him. But there's nothing like a little danger to make things interesting. And Loki is interesting. He brings out Tony's natural curiosity in a big way; he can't help but want to poke at the guy, want to take him apart and figure out how he works] That tongue of yours is the stuff of legend. I've always wondered if you'd live up to the hype.

[trickstertongue]

The best legends have their basis in fact. [He flashes Tony a positively wicked grin, eyes flashing merrily. He's responding to the easy, sarcastic tone, to the that casually self-confident posture. Oh, yes -- Iron Man is most certainly the most fun out of all of them] Although in my case you will find that the legend barely begins to tell the tale; if anything the recountings of the versatility of my silver tongue have underplayed its talents.

[nottheworsthing]

They get exaggerated though, don't they? You've gotta wonder how much is just talk. Especially when there's nothing backing it up [Even as he says it he knows it's stupid, knows upping the ante is the last thing he should be doing right now. But he really can't help himself. It's what he does; take refuge in audacity and never back down, ever. It makes sense to him. If he stopped to consider how objectively insane the things he does would appear to an outside observer, he'd never get anything done]

[trickstertongue]

[Oh, Tony. The things that you do to yourself.] If it is my honor that you call into question, Iron Man, know this -- that is a thing that I shall never need defend from the likes of you.

[He's quick, and in a moment he's standing in front of Tony. Not just in front of Tony, but almost wrapped around him, or as wrapped around someone as you can be with both of your standing upright. Loki's arms are around Tony, body molded sensuously against his, his lips a whisper away. In a throaty murmur, Loki purrs through a knowing, teasing smile] If it is my skill that so intrigues you, I am free to give you demonstration.

[And -- well, Tony. Again. Don't bait gods of mischief if you don't want them to start making out with you with all the skill at their disposal]

[nottheworsthing]

[He twitches at the sudden movement, but that's all that survives of the instinctive desire to flinch away before it's ruthlessly suppressed. So somehow he's pressed bodily against the god of mischief. Things like this happen in his life now, apparently. Tension is thrumming through him, but it's not wholly fight or flight; it's shot through with the maniacally grinning anticipation of things getting extremely complicated and unpredictable. There's an unconcealed challenge in his eyes as he meets Loki's eyes squarely, refusing to back down so much as an inch. He raises his chin with a smirk on his lips and says insolently;] I'm still hearing nothing but talk.

[trickstertongue]

[Loki shakes his head, exasperated but amused despite himself at the go-to-hell smile on Tony's lips] Then hush and be still, Tony, for once in your life. And let it not be said that you were not warned.

[It's -- strange, in a way, but pleasant, being this close to the arc reactor in Tony's chest. There's a warmth to it that isn't entirely physical, that hums down deep inside him in a way that's both peculiar and erotic. He takes a moment to register the sensation, and then dismisses it from the conscious part of his mind.

He has work to do, after all.

Soft; Loki starts soft, almost surprisingly so. Not with a firey, brutal kiss but with a tender one, sighing lightly as he brushes his lips against Tony's once; twice; and again. Soft, gentle kisses; lingering, longing, almost wistful, back arching a bit as his hands slide down Tony's back to sneak under the hem of his shirt, his touch featherlight as Loki slowly traces a finger up Tony's spine. His lips part with a soft moan as he deepens the kiss, thoroughly enjoying himself]

Delicious tl;dr. How do you do this to me?

[nottheworsthing]

[Every part of him is screaming to back off, to back down, to put an end to this before it gets even further out of hand than it already is. But he can't. That's the simple truth of it. Over the last few years he's learned a lot about what he is and isn't willing to do, what he can and can't live with. And here and now he can't back down. He doesn't have it in him. Maybe it's arrogance, maybe it's sheer bloody-minded stupidity, but the plain fact of the matter is that he'd sooner die than show any vulnerability in front of someone he perceives as a threat.

It should be stated, in the interests of fairness, that there is always logic behind Tony's actions. Said logic may well surreal, impossible to follow, and at times just straight-up insane, but it is present nonetheless.

And sometimes said logic leads to him ending up flush against the lean form of everyone's favorite supervillain, being pulled into an unexpectedly gentle kiss. And yeah, okay maybe that reputation really is justified. It's good- he wants to say despite, but if he'

I DO WHAT I WAAAAAANT! Also, tl;totally r'd <3 Forevs

[trickstertongue]

[Supervillain, bite your tongue -- Loki is the anti-hero, the Trickster. He's a catalyst for change, a sometimes humorous, sometimes violent force for adaptation and growth, a whimsically dangerous test of wit and survival; he's the one who offers you the choice, red pill or blue pill, and then watches you with keen interest as you go tumbling down the rabbit hole of his own devising. Villain? No, not Loki Silvertongue, no villain he

<3

[nottheworsthing]

[By this stage he's basically accepted that this is happening; there's no way he's backing down now. He's even pretty much over the 'how the fuck is this my life'. He mostly just hopes in all ends in sex rather than attempted murder. His hands wander off to do some exploring of their own, following the lean lines of whipcord muscle.

So yeah, apparently this is happening, and he figures that if it's happening either way then he might as well have some fun with it. And from early indications it looks like it's going to be good. Assuming, of course, that it ends with him alive and possessed of the same number of body parts he started with, but he's actually feeling strangely optimistic about that.

And if he's wrong...well, fuck it, he's always wanted Death By Sex on his gravestone]

[trickstertongue]

[Loki pulls back, a small, sly smile on his face, and he looks at Tony for a moment, hands still moving on Tony's skin, and with a soft chuckle his hands close on the thin material of Tony's shirt, giving it a good solid yank and ripping it over Tony's head. He leans in, mouth on Tony's neck, rubbing up against all that delicious warm skin.]