url change.
[thentrustmyrage] -> has became -> {dearxdeceiver}.

starktonystark:

 

[Tony was, as per, blissfully unaware of Loki’s ulterior motives. To him, in fact, their relationship was going well: great sex, some time of the week spent together. Of course, Loki was a bundle of issues (as well as a wanted criminal), but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. At least, he thought so. 

With Loki, his guard didn’t go completely down because he wasn’t an idiot, but it went down enough for any sort of betrayal to hurt worse than almost anything in his life. Honestly, the danger of being with Loki gave him more thrills than anything as Iron Man could possibly do—like now, for instance, where Loki could just go and kill him right now, all while Tony was under his mercy. 

People didn’t say Tony Stark was a masochist without reason, after all. And being in love with a crazed God of Chaos was one of many. 

As something witty was about to come from the billionaire’s mouth at the deity’s comment, the grope managed to elicit a surprised sound from the billionaire, who glanced at him and, in return, moved the flats of his palms down his front, though not getting further than his waist. Meanwhile, he moved his face to the depression of Loki’s neck, chapped lips against alabaster skin, before peppering kisses there, all the way to the shell of his ear. Honestly, he enjoyed this just as much as Loki did.] 

Dinner’s going to go cold, honey. [The statement was made as Tony loosened his tie and slipped it off completely, letting it fall to the expensive tiled floor of the kitchen.]

[If you asked Loki why exactly he was doing what he was doing, you would never get a straight answer. There were countless, endless reasons, for the whole charade, yes; but it was obvious. Why did the God of Chaos, enjoy chaos? Why did the God of Lies, enjoy lying?

Loki was the sort to give everything, for the things he wanted. When his mind was set on something, he would stop at nothing to get it.]

You say that, as if I would ever listen.

[His lithe hands remained where they were, as his head began to incline to the side, nuzzling Tony’s from the way, so surprisingly honest emerald hues could rocket through into chocolate brown equivalents, just for a short while.

That was where Loki took his credit. Where he took his due rewards. Much alike the Devil, Loki was, in tern, a Master of Deception. He was able to feign almost any emotion, at almost all times. As a hand rose, trekking along the curve of Tony’s spine, it cupped the back of his warm neck, his little finger just inching his shirt collar out the way.]

Allow me this.

[His voice is nothing if not silken and intoxicating. But, he does not kiss him. Loki will wait for Tony’s move. After all; Tony must be the one to be susceptible to him. Tony must always want him.]

ooc: so basically im the most useless blog owner in the world and leave for like months at a time but

who wants to plot

starktonystark:

 

[Tony’s always had the habit of pushing what he needs away and pulling what’s worst for him closer. Now, he’s doing it quite literally; palms sliding down clothed shoulders, strong thighs wrapped around that narrow waist to hold himself there.] 

Unfortunately, this is a bit of a quick dinner. Maybe I’ll remember the hors d’oeurves next time. 

[A shudder follows that statement at the feather-like caress of lips against sensitive skin, and one of Tony’s hands moves under Loki’s chin to tip it up gently.]

You shouldn’t do that. [Those words are murmured against alabaster skin as his own lips, warm against cold, start to kiss down that chin adoringly.]

[Loki hums something of a sweet laugh, dancing along lazily exhaled breaths, as he lets his head fall back, somewhat.] I shouldn’t do what? [The vibrations of his voice cause his throat to shiver under Tony’s caressing.]

[In truth, he cared not for the food. Although he adored his lover for being so sweet and making it, he adored his lover for a great deal many other things. Things, which he found more important. Not important enough, however, for him to call off his aim. His goal.]

I merely sit, as you do things you shouldn’t do.

[He’s being cheeky, now. It’s not public news of their relationship, and it is something Tony shouldn’t be doing. There’s a familiar smirk on his lips, as a hand drops, momentarily groping him for effect.]

my-modus-operandi:

 

               _{That smile upon his lips acted as a herald for her to be distrustful. Not that she wouldn’t have been so careful in the first place, but she was thankful for the further jurisdiction. Of course.}

               _{But this meeting intrigued her, beyond a shadow of a doubt, as much as it did him. Perhaps past that level. Though, in this case, she of course couldn’t be sure.}

                _{Which sometimes, she was thankful for.}

                                      _{W i t h   h i m ?} 

                                                           _{;; …Not so much.}

                                            _{It made her, admittedly,  n e r v o u s .}

                             _{Even more so than she might have otherwise been.}

               _{Upon her name leaving his lips, she resisted the urge to swallow, forcing a smile to her countenance, as she nodded slightly, accepting the compliment, thanking him for it with two small movements of her lips.}

               _{Admittedly, despite herself, she likes the way he speaks. As if in riddles, encouraging her to think for herself, make her own mind, it being impossible to be tarnished by opinions which, really, oppose hers.}

                                         _{Because, sometimes, that happens.}

                                            _{She doesn’t like it to, but it does.}

               _{After grey eyes flickered the opposite side, she looked back up at the Trickster, biting back a smile that threatened to grow on darkly rouged lips.}

                                      _{"Am I really so predictable already?”}

               _{Licking her lips absent-mindedly, the Duchess gave a small nod of her head, before cocking it to the side.}

                              _{“And yourself? Such a place is ‘ardly vhere one vould expect to come across ze likes of yourself.”}

                                      _{Ah, Loki would have came to expect humour from a Demon. Of course he must. When a creature has everything they need; and are fully able to indulge in any sin they wished; it’s often wise to think of receiving sarcasm, or the works. Something about her told him he would’t, perhaps, have received that, upon their initial meeting; but clearly, he was most wholly incorrect about that.}

            _{An inclination of amusement parried through his expression, and emerald hues remained outwardly transfixiated upon her.}

                        _{“Quite the contrary,” Loki half purrs, his voice laced with sedative and poison, yet dormantly so, it seemed, at this moment in time. “I would deem you as someone most wholly unpredictable.”}

      _{To that, he is reminded all too suddenly of his reason for being here. A flicker of irritation makes its presence known along the contours of his defined face, at the thought of that failed spell, and he makes yet another mental note to fix it.}

   _{"Issues, here and there, with my exploits into the realms of the ethereal,“ he explains, calmly enough. Within that, his hand raises, and his outer armour fades from vision; leaving him clad in the usual black, smoky, dark green, and leather robes. "Even Iam plagued with failure on this front, no thanks to those quims who allowed it. Of that, I feel I may as well admit now.”}

 _{"I was aiming to teleport elsewhere. My sources of knowledge on such spells must clearly be incorrect.“}

_{Nothing Loki says can ever be taken seriously. For he lies, all the time; and he lies so fervently and so often, that he simply forgets he's doing it.}