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Tony’s phone dinged twice, softly. He startled. This subtle default tone could only mean one thing.

There was exactly one (1) way that Tony deliberately kept his technology stuck in the early 2000s: each of the Avengers had their own painfully obnoxious ringtone. They were only people allowed to sonically disturb his home - with one recent, hopefully temporary, exception. His fingers skittered over the touchscreen and he read:

Hey Tony,

Good to hear from you! It sounds like you found the little present I left you. But it doesn’t sound like you’re being very grateful for it. Better be quick about turning that frown upside down! I’d hate to see more clutter pop up in that adorable wooden chest.

Bye forever!

En Dwi

Tony almost threw his phone across the room. Instead, he settled on glaring at it. It would be so much more satisfying if he could express his anger with a body part more powerful than his thumbs on something more resilient than a tiny glass rectangle. Still, he replied:

En Dwi,

I know you’re not from around here, but I’m kind of a big deal. And I will end you.

He sent it before he could add anything else he might regret. His heart jumped when a reply showed up immediately. Then he actually read it:

Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently:

[email protected]

Technical details of permanent failure:
StarkMail tried to deliver your message, but it was rejected by the server for the recipient domain.

The error that the other server returned was:
550-5.1.1 The email account that you tried to reach does not exist. Please try
550-5.1.1 double-checking the recipient's email address for typos or
550-5.1.1 unnecessary spaces.

Tony screamed in frustration. A few moments later, Loki appeared in the doorway, pausing hesitantly.

“Come in,” Tony grumbled. “I’m about to start unpacking. Could use your help anyway.”

It hadn’t seemed like that much stuff when he was moving. Maybe because he paid someone else to do it. Now he was on his own.

“You can start with that pile of boxes that says ‘14th century nonfiction’ and put ‘em up alphabetically,” Tony gestured loosely at the built-in bookshelf spanning the entire northern wall of the vaulted 3-story room they were in. This was going to be his library.

It might seem anachronistic, lugging all these paper books to his temporary home when one of his company’s most popular products was an e-reader, but he liked them. In a life that was increasingly playing out on HUDs and holograms, they kept him grounded.

Plus, there was that John Waters quote he kept seeing floating around the internet. Something about not fucking people who didn’t have books? It’d never come up during any of his dates, but he wasn’t gonna risk it.

“And how might I alphabetize words from seven different languages, Master?” Loki asked, peering up from the first opened box with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t care, you figure it out,” Tony huffed.

They fell into an easy silence, organizing books through the whole afternoon. Perhaps easier for Loki, since the short respite he’d been granted after using the spider gag had worn out pretty soon after they started unpacking.

Tony’s brain was starting to feel dull from all that squinting and categorizing and breathing in dust. He leaned back on a chest-high pile of boxes. Christ, how were there still chest-high pile of boxes after an entire afternoon? They seemed to be making progress, but there was still a fortress of rare texts surrounding the seating he’d brought in specifically for enjoying with an old book and a steaming mug of tea after a long day.

“Wish I’d told the movers to put the furniture in front of the books,” he muttered as he deliberated whether a book on Triassic period landmasses should be categorized under geography or natural history. When he reached over to make a decision, his eyes caught on an entirely naked Loki, on all fours at his feet. Loki’s head was tucked down and his back was perfectly horizontal.

“Um.” Tony didn’t move. His mouth was suddenly very dry. He let his eyes take in the sleek planes of Loki’s torso softly glowing in the late afternoon light, the graceful power of his long limbs holding completely still.

After an agonizingly long minute of silence, Loki crawled directly behind Tony, nudging the backs of his legs. Tony could feel Loki’s expectant gaze pointed up at him.

“I appreciate it, but all I meant was that it would’ve been nice to be able to set up all my furniture first,” Tony attempted to clarify in what he hoped was a neutral tone. He was not at all aroused. Nope, not in the slightest, he reminded himself and his rising heart rate.

Loki started crawling towards the bookshelf on Tony’s right. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Loki crawling to the fireplace on his left. Wait, what? He spun around, nearly tripping over the Loki still waiting behind him, whose face was barely containing the smuggest smirk Tony had ever seen.

“So you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve too, huh?” Tony asked, less of a question and more of a statement of fact at this point. “I see why you’re so eager to keep that seidr around.” Loki nodded, as vehemently as dignity would allow.

“Well, far be it from me to deny you,” Tony declared. Loki practically beamed. “But first I need to get some accessories for my new furniture.”

Tony started walking towards the world’s most bizarrely patterned couch: five clones neatly lined up on their hands and knees as the seat, five clones kneeling behind them as the backrest, and one clone crouching on each end as an armrest. “I’m just gonna leave my coat here,” he announced as he stripped off his jacket and draped it over two of the clones forming the backrest, covering their faces. None of them even blinked.

“And maybe take off my shoes too,” he continued, pulling them off and absentmindedly dropping them on three clones who were lying face down, like a rug in front of the fireplace. Each shoe landed with a slight smack, bouncing on the long stretches of uninterrupted skin.

“And pick out some books to read later,” he shrugged, haphazardly stacking a towering pile on the first Loki, the real Loki, who was holding very still, minimizing the breaths that might otherwise arch the perfectly flat plane of his back.

“I better not see anything a hair off when I come back,” he warned over his shoulder as he strode out of the room.

He returned several minutes later with a large moving box in his arms. “Y’know, memories are what really makes a house a home,” he declared fondly as he walked over to the fireplace. He didn’t slow down as he approached the Loki rug in front of it and heard a few muffled exhalations beneath his feet as he stepped onto the clones’ backs as if they weren’t even there.

He set the box down on the head end of the rug, pulling out various medals, gilded pronouncements, framed photos of him shaking hands. Different people every time, but the same forced smile.

Occasionally, he would pause and consider the arrangement as a whole, shifting his entire weight onto the small of a back or the wing of a shoulder. He felt muscles flexing to support his movement and smooth skin yielding under his feet. The quiet and complete deference, the intense communication taking place through the medium of hushed breaths and careful steps, sent chills up his spine. He could lose himself in this flow if he didn’t have thirteen other Lokis to tend to.

Once he was satisfied with his mantel of accomplishments, he picked up the box and stepped off the rug with a bounce. Tony walked to the original Loki, who was still on all fours with a stack of books rising from his back, and set the box down. Moving to crouch in front of him, Tony grabbed him by the chin and tilted his head up until they were staring silently at each other.

“I take my research very seriously. These books might not be as old as you are, but they’re already the only copies left in the world,” he warned. Loki nodded impatiently, clearly trying not to roll his eyes.

Tony circled Loki slowly as Loki dutifully kept his eyes down, as if the hair hanging over his face wasn’t obscuring his view enough. Without warning, Tony grabbed an elaborately looped rug beater from the box he’d carried over and slammed it down on one side of Loki’s ass.

Loki’s only response was a slight twitch near his left eye. The pile of books balanced precariously on top of him didn’t waver at all. Tony took a few heavy steps closer, then hit him on the other side to even him out. The slightest of trembles rippled through Loki’s bare form.

Red swirl marks from the rug beater were already starting to bloom on Loki’s skin. Tony continued landing blows on his butt, his back, and his thighs, watching the stiffness melt from his body. Earlier, Loki had been cunning, smug, unimpressed. Now his haughty veneer was rapidly disintegrating and the only thing left was unvarnished, raw emotion.

“Five more,” Tony’s rough voice cut through the hazy worlds blossoming in their heads, bringing them back to the present. “Think you can handle it?”

Loki gasped at the interruption. His face quickly settled into a determined stare and he nodded resolutely.

“Five.” The rug beater hit the sensitive spot just above the back of his knee and he hissed.

“Four.” He still had his eyes closed from the previous blow, but that didn’t stop him from wincing when the next one landed.

“Three.” He shuddered uncontrollably, gasping for breath.

“Two.” His entire body tensed and his mouth flew open in a silent scream.

“One.” Tony swung with all his strength and felt the handle shatter under his grip. Loki collapsed, books toppling down around him in spectacular fashion. He curled in on himself and whimpered softly, seemingly stunned at his own failure.

Tony was kneeling in front of him in a flash, the pieces of the rug beater tossed aside. He drew Loki’s shaking frame into his arms, tenderly stroking his hair with the same hand that had just been sending shockwaves through his body. “Can’t stop breaking my things, can you?” he murmured. “It’s alright, Loki, you’ll just have to make it up to me. Are you ready to show me how much better you can do?”

Loki still looked devastated, but managed to pull himself out of his misery and nod. Silent tears were sliding down his cheeks.

“That’s what I thought. I know you want to be good for me; you just don’t know how to control yourself sometimes,” Tony conceded. “But that’s okay. I believe in you. I’ll make sure you know what it feels like to be good, to be still, so you have something to aim for next time.” Loki twisted in his arms to look up at him, desperate and hopeful at the same time.

“We’ll start by getting you back up on your hands and knees,” Tony announced, and Loki scrambled to comply. Tony reached over to the box yet again and pulled out a long stainless steel bar that turned into a hook on one end and a collar on the other.

He grabbed the hook, which was about the size of his hand and was capped by a small sphere where the point would normally be. He flicked open a bottle of lube and squirted it onto the hook, coating and warming the metal with his fingers until strings of lube were dripping onto his new floors. Should’ve done it over the rug, he supposed.

Laying the bar on top of Loki’s back, he pushed the spherical tip of the hook against Loki’s hole until it started slowly sinking in. Loki shuddered, eyes widening, then went still.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart, taking it like I know you can,” Tony whispered as he continued until only the bend of the hook was visible.

“Now, don’t let this fall out,” he warned. Loki clenched reflexively and nodded, grim determination in his eyes.

Tony wiped his hand off on Loki’s ass before moving to sit by Loki’s head. He pulled the bar up towards him, dragging the hook even deeper and prompting a soft moan. He gently brushed Loki’s hair out of the way and slipped the collar around his neck. It closed with a deeply satisfying click and he couldn’t help staring in wonder. “What a beautiful boy."

He stood up, surveying his work. Loki was on all his hands and knees, the elegant arch in his back encouraged by the fact that the hook and the collar were connected by a metal bar that was slightly too short for him to be comfortable. If he lowered his neck or his ass, he would feel it in both.

Tony grasped the center of the metal bar in one hand and hoisted Loki up like he was carrying a suitcase to work. He was pretty sure the force would’ve snapped Loki’s neck and/or punctured his rectum if he wasn’t whatever kind of 3000 year old space magician he apparently was.

But since Loki was a 3000 year old space magician, he just held perfectly still as he was carried over to the couch made out of his own clones. He kept his legs bent at the knee, shins parallel to the floor without a toe touching the ground as Tony completed his shortest commute ever.

Tony set his new suitcase down in front of his new couch. “Alright, time to finish setting this up,” he announced. He dragged the box of treasures over and pulled out the first of many snakeskin cuffs connected by brass chains.

He started binding the couch Lokis’ wrists together - cuffing them not to themselves, but to their neighbors. Then he started on their ankles, making sure that no limb was left out. It took a significant amount of snakeskin and metal, but eventually he got it so that they were neatly trussed up like plastic chairs in a row at a graduation ceremony.

Each Loki was secured to two or three other Lokis. This couch wasn’t going anywhere. The last time Tony had done something like this was back in college, when he found the bikes of the visiting Harvard swim team and picked their locks to lock them all to each other into a giant rat king of tubes and tires.

In retrospect, it was kind of a dick move, but he still giggled at the thought. One of the Lokis reflexively looked over towards the source of the noise and Tony caught him before he could avert his gaze.

“See something funny over there?” Tony demanded. The clone shook his head frantically but Tony was already reaching towards the box.

“I have just the thing if you’re getting bored,” he purred. “And don’t worry, I brought enough for the whole class.” He turned the box upside down and it was like a dildo factory exploded. Dicks and plugs of every single shape and color imaginable, and some unimaginable ones too. He grabbed a bright blue dildo shaped like a tentacle and held it up.

“Alright, who wants this?” he asked. Suddenly, each of the Lokis was straining towards him.

“So greedy,” Tony murmured. He knelt behind the Loki who had dropped his forehead to the ground, pushing his ass up. It was a move that Tony had never been able to resist. He stroked the tentacle lightly against the clone’s ass, dipping it into the cleft between his cheeks and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“Sorry I don’t have more time, sweetheart, eleven of your closest pals are waiting.” He smeared some lube over the rows of suckers and started pushing the tip of the tentacle in.

The clone let out a broken moan but Tony’s eyes were fixed on the original Loki, still bound on all fours in front of him on the other side of the couch. Loki’s eyes were squeezed shut and he was slowly rocking back and forth.

“Can you feel it?” Tony asked with a hint of awe in his voice, and Loki knew the question was for him. He nodded desperately, straining towards the source he couldn’t actually reach.

“Can you feel it when I-” Tony slammed the dildo all the way in, and both the clone and Loki jerked forward with the same breathy gasp. Tony choked out a satisfied moan of his own, plunging the tentacle in and out while Loki and his clone writhed in sync. After the clone looked sufficiently wrecked, Tony shifted his attention to the next clone over.

“What do you think about adding another one? Do you think two will be twice as nice?” Tony picked up a second dildo, a long, curved tongue flaring out from a dragon’s muzzle, and Loki whined.

Tony coated the dragon tongue in lube and let it linger for a moment between the clone’s cheeks before easing it in. This clone wasn’t as patient, shoving himself backwards so hard that Tony nearly lost his grip. Five feet away, Loki mirrored the movement.

With two clones’ pleasure flooding his consciousness, Loki was chasing sensations he couldn’t actually touch, but physical reality was a minor detail.

With three, his moans transitioned from approximating monosyllabic words to hopelessly untranscribable drawn-out vowels.

With seven, he was convulsing on the floor, gasping for air.

By the time the twelfth and final clone finally joined the fray, Loki was thrashing uncontrollably as his helpless sobs filled the room.

Tony finished adjusting the plug he’d slid inside the last clone, for whom being last in line meant ramping up from 0 to 60 million real fast. “Just one more step,” he announced with a wicked grin. He pulled out a small remote and with the push of a button, the dildos and plugs inside his new clone couch sprung to life.

Tony wiped his hands off on his pants, as if there was any chance of escaping sweat and lube at this point, and savored the opportunity to just watch as an insistent buzz filled the room. The addition of vibration pushed the Lokis into various stages of losing it - some moaning quietly, others flat-out wailing.

Tony leaned back and took some time to enjoy the tableau unfolding in front of him. It was like a goddamn Renaissance painting, he thought, except everyone had checked their flowy robes and sexual inhibitions at the door.

“So, do you wanna fuck or be fucked?” Loki’s bleary eyes struggled to focus as he processed the question. “Well, don’t worry about it, you’ll get to do both,” Tony decided with a laugh.

He reached over to the Lokis on their hands and knees forming the seat and started unceremoniously pulling out their dildos, two at a time. The five Lokis glared as they were left suddenly empty.

“Don’t worry, babes, I’ve got you,” Tony soothed. “Or more accurately... you’ve got you.” He cast a knowing gaze at the five kneeling Lokis behind them who formed the couch’s backrest. Each backrest clone was dutifully looking down, as he had been the entire time. But now, instead of looking at the Loki on all fours in front of him, he was looking at the Loki on all fours in front of him who was spread perfectly open and craving release.

“Well, don’t waste the opportunity,” Tony ordered, and the backrest Lokis didn’t need to be told twice. Though their wrists and ankles were still bound behind their backs, they managed to guide themselves in.

A collective moan echoed throughout the room. Thirteen writhing Lokis formed an endless feedback loop of stimulation, giving and receiving all mixed up into one ecstatic, chaotic mess.

With his brain working in overdrive the process the otherworldly scene unfolding in front of him, Tony found himself zooming in on the details. A bead of sweat dripping down a forehead, a left leg trembling faster than its partner on the right, a mouth wrenched open in a frozen, silent scream.

How long could the Lokis withstand this level of stimulation? He wasn’t even part of whatever psychic sex network was connecting them all and he was already overwhelmed.

“Is this getting intense?” Tony asked, and Loki was barely able to summon the coherence to nod.

“Then stop,” Tony ordered, and the clones froze mid-thrust, confused agony in their eyes.

“Time to take a break!” he announced cheerfully, to the utter disdain of everyone else in the room. He grabbed an ancient book from the floor and casually lowered himself onto the couch. The sweaty, shaking couch that was glaring daggers at him as he flipped the book open to the first page.

He stretched out on the seat, slipping two fingers into the original Loki’s still-panting mouth. Loki closed his lips around them, drowning them in wet warmth. Tony groaned as he swirled his fingertips over Loki’s tongue.

Tony’s feet were propped up on an armrest’s shoulder, his toes poking into a luxuriously smooth cheek. “Mmmmm, this feels nice,” he sighed. Loki shifted tensely.

“Need something, darling?” Tony asked, glancing up from his reading. Loki just moaned mindlessly around the fingers in his mouth. Even if he had been able to speak, he was beyond words.

“Okay, sweetheart. I think it’s time I finally let you come,” Tony smiled, and Loki’s head jerked up in astonishment. “You have until I get to the end of this chapter. It’s pretty short but it’s in Latin, so that might slow me down a little.” Loki nodded quickly.

“And one last thing... you don't get to touch.”

Loki moaned again, this time in dismay. There was nothing for him to rub against. No matter how unbearably aroused he was, the hardwood floor of the library clearly wasn’t going to cut it.

Tony shook his head, chuckling. “Did you think I was going to abandon you, baby? I’ll always give you something to play with.” He slid his fingers out of Loki’s mouth and stuck his wet hand out, flat palm facing up. “But if you want to come, you’re gonna have to do all the work.”

Loki from five hours ago would have scorned this offer. Loki from five minutes ago might not have agreed. But Loki right now was probably a step away from losing his goddamn mind. He crawled over, gingerly trying to avoid jostling the hook too hard, and backed himself up onto Tony’s hand.

He ground his desperate cock into Tony’s hand and whimpered at the contact. Tony ignored him, flipping pages with his other hand and occasionally muttering phrases in Latin under his breath. Loki arched his back more and more, finally finding an angle that seemed to rub him just right, based on the broken sobs escaping his lips.

“Two more pages, babe,” Tony murmured absentmindedly. Loki strained against the bar on his back, increasing his pace. His rapid movements were pushing the hook deeper and deeper inside him.

Tears were streaming down his face and his sobs mingled with moans. Finally, he let out an infernal scream as his entire body convulsed, fourteen denied orgasms escaping his body as one.

Tony dropped to the ground with a thump. Chains and dildos hit the floor with a clatter. He found himself digging cuffs out from underneath him as he quickly scanned the room. All the clones were gone. The only Loki left was currently thrashing on the ground beside him, emptying his soul through his dick.

Eventually Loki settled down into ragged breathing. Tony rolled over and pulled him in closer, stroking his hair and kissing his cheek. “You did so well for me, baby,” he whispered. “Blew my fucking mind. Never seen anything like it.” Loki buried his face in Tony’s chest and shivered in his arms.

Tony unlocked Loki’s collar and removed the hook with a slow tug, trying not to overstimulate any nerve endings that might not have already been fried by Loki’s multiple-consciousness orgasm. Loki whimpered softly as the last toy left his body.

“Now I really wish all those boxes weren’t in the way. You deserve to lie down on some real furniture,” Tony grumbled. Loki gave a wry, albeit exhausted, smile and pointedly shifted his gaze to somewhere behind Tony’s head.

Tony turned around and saw his couch - his actual couch made out of leather and maple - last seen boxed into the corner of the room. But now, it was gliding through the goddamn air like a goddamn Disney movie.

Tony’s mouth fell open as it landed softly beside them. He looked at Loki, then back at the couch, then back at Loki again. “You mean we could have… the whole time…?” he sputtered.

Loki just looked extraordinarily pleased with himself.

Tony threw up his hands as he collapsed onto the leather cushions. He drifted off to sleep with a sweaty, sticky Loki curled up in his arms.