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Candles and tamed flames illuminated the tapestry adorned, golden walls and the grand tables of the Great Hall. A feast was being prepared at Thor's request; At his insistence, there was to be enough food to feed a hundred men, a tradition after waging a great battle, something he had briefly mentioned in his retelling of his and his brother's complicated history.
Adam did not feel as if they had won a so-called great battle, he believed his companions felt the same, but the Guardians weren't the kind to turn down a reward for their good deeds and this was no different.
They didn't expect to find themselves in the home of old norse gods, at least not so soon after Adam's encounter with the All-Father himself, nor did they expect to be fighting side by side with two of them against alternate versions of their allies, friends and even themselves. Though the fight hadn't raged on for longer than they were all prepared for, Adam worried it had taken a toll on their minds and comfort, he worried particularly for his most unlikely ally, Loki Laufeyson, The trickster god, the one he was thoroughly warned about, and the only one missing from the banquet table.
Gently standing, he turned to his friends to excuse himself.

"Where ya off to, Goldie?" Rocket remarked before pulling another large mug of beer towards him, likely his third or fourth.

"I worry about Loki Laufeyson's whereabouts and wellbeing, he had not fully recovered when i last saw him" Adam replied, already beginning to head towards the grand doorway.

"You seriously worried about him?" Quill questioned as he poured a glass of what Adam presumed to be wine into Mantis' glass, "He's probably moping or scheming somewhere. From what we've heard from Thor, it's a miracle he's helped us at all-"

"Or a clever plot" Chimed Mantis.

"Or that! Are you seriously gonna go look for him before even trying to get in on this reward?"

"I understand the concern around Laufeyson's motivations, but I do not feel leaving him alone is wise, especially with the injuries he sustained. I will return shortly." With that Adam left the Great hall into the lavishly decorated hallways, heading towards an ill defined, dim almost glow he could sense.

"If you're not back in ten we'll start eatin' without ya!" Rocket's playful snark echoed behind Adam as he continued.

Asgard was beautiful, Adam thought. The lowering sun bathed the already golden city with even more yellow hues, broken up by the opulent green tapestries carefully woven and hung along many of the walls. He wandered seemingly aimlessly before stumbling across the extravagant golden statue of the man he seeked. The centerpiece of the beautifully ornate garden overlooking the equally stunning bifrost. Adam's eyes trailed upwards as he walked to meet the monument face to face. As his eyes met it’s, he wondered how accurate to the man it truly was, before breaking away, turning to the source of what he believed he was following and continuing on his way.

The garden was stunning, flowers of all kinds bloomed as decorative walls and statues guided Adam's way. He soon found himself in front of a door to a room far disconnected from the rest of the palace. He contemplated knocking before deciding on just entering the room he had to go so far out of his way to find. As he pushed the heavy door in his eyes landed on a man sitting on the edge of a bed in the center of the room.

"I wasn't particularly expecting to be followed, Warlock." Loki in his typical deflective tone, blood - likely his own - still smeared on his face, along with several unflattering bruises. "Especially not by you."

"I was concerned for your wellbeing, Laufeyson." Adam calmly replied, entering the room entirely and heading towards the clearly injured god. "What compelled you to come here of all the rooms within the palace?" His earnest intent was clear in his voice.

"These are my bed chambers," Loki replied, turning to face Adam as he approached, "or rather, the me from this universe. They're practically identical though, so I feel it's fair to lay claim, don't you?"

As Adam grew close to Loki, he reached his hand towards his face, only to be met by a slight recoil from the god.

"You are injured, Laufeyson. Allow me to heal you."

Loki rolled his eyes and tutted. "I'll be fine, Warlock. I am a god after all."

"An injured one. Please." Adam reached out his hand again.

Reluctantly, Loki leaned in to be met by the tender warmth of the man's hand. It was difficult to tell whether the warmth was his natural state, or whether it was the result of the quantum energy Adam had at his disposal. After a few seconds the stinging pain Loki had felt since the fight's end had dissipated, despite that, Adam's hand lingered for longer.

"Are you expecting some kind of reward of sorts from me to show you my gratitude, Adam Warlock?" Loki teased with a smirk.

"I do not do what I do in hopes of reward, Loki Laufeyson."

"You can't say the same for your friends though I suppose, I presume Thor insists on a grand feast?" Loki rolled his eyes as he leant backwards, propping himself up by his elbows.

"Will you not be attending? I'm of the understanding others will soon be joining us"

A dramatic sigh escaped Loki's mouth, "Honestly I've never been much of a fan of the tradition, I've always preferred, shall we say, private company as a reward." His smirk grew into a grin as his crowning horns, cape and gloves disappeared though a shimmer of green magic. Long black hair draped over Loki's face and shoulders, while some small sections were braided, most was left loose, all together it was unsuprisingly well kept.

A pounding grew in Adam's chest despite his best attempts to quell it. He did not come here for some selfish desire, he came here out of worry and care. That worry however, would not allow him to ignore the almost hungry look in the god's eyes, his fixation on which distracted him from his own body's betrayal, approaching the man lying on bed.
Loki pushed himself up, meeting Adam half way, a mischievous grin still adorned his face. A cold hand found its place on Adam's chest before correcting its form into a point and poke

"Would you mind indulging me in my reward…" Loki's finger trailed the man's chest before resting, hooked into his belt, "…hmm, Adam?"

Hearing the man say his name, especially like that, caused the pounding in Adams chest to grow more rapid as blood rushed down.

"Lo- Laufeyson-" He stammered, "I did tell the others I would return shortly, if I do not I am sure they will worry-" Adam turned his head slightly so as to not meet eyes with Loki.

"Oh I promise we won't take too long." Loki said, lying in hushed tones as he leant into Adam, his free hand lowering to gently stroke up and down his leg, before finding itself on his crotch; A gentle grab forced a groan from Adam, as his face found refuge on the god's shoulder.

"Loki, I can not, I have not-" another forced out groan interrupted Adam's own sentence.

"You haven't what?" Loki's grin was clear in his voice, he had barely begun and yet was already greatly enjoying the position he had found himself in.

Adam turned his head away from Loki, a burning growing in his cheeks and ears. In turn, Loki leaned closer down to his neck and ear.

"Oh my, don't tell me the perfect human himself has never had any…" Loki trailed off before kissing Adam's neck, moving closer to his ear, "…Relations, hm?" The gods grip tightened slightly, feeling far more resistance, as his other hand pulled slightly at the man's belt.

Adam's body was on fire; his typically golden cheeks were now a deep orange, his heart pounding in his chest and his mind was quickly becoming overwhelmed by thoughts he had been repressing and dismissing since had met the god that was suddenly all over him. It was taking every part of his willpower to keep what little composure he had left.
Taking advantage of the man's flustered state, Loki slowly undid Adam's belt and slipped his hand in, gently taking hold of and stroking his quickly hardening dick as his other hand moved to rest on the man's waist. Adam quickly grabbed Loki's shoulders almost instinctively pulling him closer, burying his face even more as a sensual groan escaped him; Whatever was left of his composure had been expelled by the cold hand of the god he now held so close.

After a few moments of gentle caressing, after he was sure the man was as hard as he could be at that moment, Loki pulled his hand away and pushed slightly away from the man that held him. The slight sad whimper he heard caused a smirk on his face as his thumbs hooked into the man's waistband, pulling down enough to fully expose him. Loki followed down, now kneeling he looked up at Adam's face; Orange blush deepened as he turned his face off to the side, presumably, Loki thought, to avoid whatever eye contact he could make with his almost glass like, pale eyes.

"It is," Adam began through already heavy breaths, "Unlike you to be kneeling, is it not Loki?" a slight smirk creeping onto his face, though his tone seemed less assured than when he had first found the god.

Loki, unprepared for the remark, quickly decided to forgo his typical retort, opting for a physical response. He licked up Adam's length, paying particular attention to his head, before pushing his head down as far as he could go. A loud shaky moan escaped Adam's lips as his hands moved by their own volition to grab at the god's long black hair. As Loki slowly pulled back up he trailed his tongue behind before once again showing particular care to his tip and then pushing himself back down.

Gradually Loki began to pick up speed, egged on by the moans and whimpers from Adam, along with his tightening grip on the back of his hair. He was more than enjoying this, his own dick grew harder, desperate for more, desperate for the man he was pleasuring to get worked up.
As he felt Adam begin to twitch slightly in his mouth he slowed down, before entirely stopping and pulling away. Adam's grip weakened before his hands fell away entirely.
Loki pushed himself to stand, a familiar green shimmer doing away with the garments that covered his chest. As soon as Adam laid eyes on the god's now bare chest he completely turned his face away, a hand shooting up to both cover his face and eyes.

"Ah ah ah," Loki cooed, gently pulling the man's hand away, resting his own hand on his cheek and turning his face towards him, "You wander around all day flaunting your chest…" his hands moved down to caress Adam's chest, running fingers across slight divots, "…but I expose my own and that's too much?" His hands drifted up to his cape slowly removing it and letting it drape to the floor.

Adam's eyes darted between Loki's bare chest and mouth. He was speaking but Adam was hardly paying attention to his words, his smooth lips and surprisingly sharp teeth were all he could pay attention to; Quickly his eyes moved down, focusing again on god's bare chest and, as Adam's eyes lowered further, his waist. His hands, acting of their own accord, moved towards his waist, desperate to cling tight and pull the man close, but just as they were to reach what they sought after, Loki pulled away; He trailed his hand gently down Adam's left arm, gently tugging his hand as he parted and return to the spot Adam had first found him. Adam's body once again moved without his say so, following the man, finding himself standing over him, one knee on the bed.

Slowly Adam lowered almost pinning Loki to the bed as a hand drifted down to the only clothing that remained on the god. He swiftly pulled them down, exposing Loki just as he had done to him, gently stroking him as he buried his face in the gods neck, kissing and nipping. Soft moans crept from Loki's lips as his hips shifted slightly in rhythm with the man's hand. Adam soon moved his hand up to meet Loki's by his head, shifting his own hips so that the two were rubbing together.

Pleasure filled moans and heavy breathing filled the room, both men clung to the other as they desperately grinded against each other. Adams kisses soon devolved into uncontrolled moans into his neck. His hands kept steady holding Loki's down with little push back. A building pressure took over Adam's thoughts, he barely noticed the man under him beginning to twitch and stagger; The pressure quickly became too much to hold back, Adam's hand moving to cradle Loki's head as a guttural moan escaped him, alongside his climax. Loki's moaning, barely muffled by Adam's arm, and his own twitching, leaking dick was enough to assure Adam he had pleasured him, something he didn't realise he desperately wanted to do until now.

Loki's weakened arms attempted to pull around Adam's torso, to hold him close, but the man had already begun to push himself up. Heavy breathing now filled the room, a quiet departure from the moaning so close to his ear that Loki could help but adore. He struggled to hide the disappointment that their encounter was to end so soon as he propped himself up on his elbows and raised his head to see that perfect golden face.

"Done so soon?" he teased through laboured breaths.

"Not… not quite" Adam returned, his shoulders following his heavy breaths.

He raised his hand near his face and held it there for a second - perhaps in contemplation, Loki thought - before unceremoniously spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his own dick, and then over Loki's hole. The sudden touch allowed a whimper to escape Loki's mouth; His heart raced and a shaky grin grew in anticipation as the man aimed his tip exactly where Loki wanted, holding and lifting his legs up for better leverage. A slight push caused a moan from the god, his hand raising it to cover his own face slightly in response. As Adam raised his own face to meet Loki's, he pushed in. A pleasurable pain shot through Loki’s whole body as he leaned back, moaning louder and reaching out to grab Adam or the bed or anything he could cling on to.

Adam's hips began to slowly move back and forth, his own moans and groans drowned out by Loki's, along with his pleading and gasps. The desperate sounds from the man under him caused Adam to pick up his pace, leaning over him, wrapping his arms around him. Loki's clear pleading for him to go harder and faster had devolved into incoherent ramblings broken only by loud moans, muffled only by the god burying his face in the crook of the man's neck. Adam felt slight kisses on his neck along side the moans - or at least that's what he hoped he felt - soon however soft lips gave way to unnaturally sharp teeth. They brushed across his neck, the tingles they caused pushing him to move his hips harder, keeping up his pace. Then, unexpectedly, Adam felt a sharpness in his neck. A stabbing, bite where there had once been soft kisses. Even more unexpectedly to Adam, that was enough to push him over the edge, pushing deeper into his partner, wrapping his arms around him, grabbing and tugging hair, moans of ecstasy pouring out of him.

He couldn't be done, he needed to keep going but that bite, like a vampire, drained him completely. He pushed himself up, arms shaking, to hover over Loki. That hungry look was in his eye again; As the thought crossed Adam's mind, he felt a cold hand on his chest once more, and then felt his drained energy return. He looked down to see a familiar green glow emanating from Loki's hand. A slight smile came across Adam's face as he looked up to meet Loki's again, a grin plastered across his.

"Surely you don't think we're done quite yet, Adam?" Loki purred, his laboured breaths still allowing his sultry tone to be clear.

"Of course not…" Adam's breathing became less heavy as the magic pulsed through his body "…as long as you keep me going, Loki" a golden hand reached up and gently pulled away Loki's no longer glowing hand from Adam's chest, and gently pinned it above his head, alongside the other.

Adam's hips began to shift again, trying to settle back into the same rhythm as before, groans escaped both men. Not wanting to waste this newly given energy on just his own pleasure, Adam's free hand drifted down and wrapped around the other man's dick. The sudden touch caused a jolt from Loki, his head quickly moving to look down; A nervousness flashed across his face before quickly being replaced by a clear excitement and he leaned his head back again. Adam's hand slowly began to shift, quickly picking up pace to match his hips and soon falling into the same rhythm as them as well. The attention was clearly to the god's liking, as moans unlike what Adam had heard before spilled from him, loud and guttural and completely desperate, unable to string together anything more coherent than pleas for more and for the man to go even faster. For a moment Adam worried about the other's hearing them, even from the palace, but he quickly dispelled those thoughts in favour of giving his partner what he wanted, pushing himself to move his hand and hip as fast as he could. It didn't take much longer for both men to finish, clinging desperately to each other, complete moaning, whimpering messes, twitching from the unabashed pleasure of their shared climax. As Adam shifted, cum seeped out the other man's hole, who lay still twitching and whimpering after making a mess of his stomach and sheets.

Adam once again pushed himself up, this time pulling Loki's hand along too, placing it against his golden chest.
A simple "Please" was all Adam could muster, and it was all that he needed to, as Loki's palm glowed again and a familiar pulsing rushed through Adam's body.
Once he had the strength back in his body, Adam slowly pulled out Loki's, an unmistakably sad and disappointed whimpering came for the god. Quickly but carefully, Adam turned his partner onto his front, and pulled his ass up to meet his dick, pressing himself against his hole before once again pushing in. Loki's moans were quickly muffled by the man's hand, tangled in now messy black hair, and pushed his face into the mattress. Adam wasted no time picking up his pace, using his free hand again to rap around and pump Loki's dick desperately. It didn't take long for the god to become a twitching, moaning, climaxing mess, gripping the sheets of his bed as he made a further mess of them.

Adam gently let go of Loki's hair and pulled out. Loki wondered if he had finally had his fill before feeling his firm but soft hands lift and turn him over again. Adam leaned down and kissed Loki's neck as he pushed in again; He pushed deeper in than before and held himself there as he shifted down to hold Loki's waist, gripping tightly before lifting him up, pushing him further down. Loki could only whimper and moan, wrapping his arms and legs around the man. His mind was foggy from the several climaxes and his body aching from pleasure, he was unsure if he could even finish again, he felt completely worn through. Just as that thought raised his dazed mind, he felt a growing warmth from the hands at his waist, he felt some energy and strength return to him, not enough to be back to normal but enough to fully enjoy what the the man that gripped him so tightly had in mind
Adam lifted Loki up slightly before letting gravity pull him down as he pushed himself into him. The loud moan by his ear assured him that his partner was going to enjoy this. He began slowly repeating the movement before beginning to pick up speed and trying to find a rhythm in this new position. Loki moans and whimpers filled Adam's ear, the god clung desperately to him, one hand tangled in his hair tugging slightly, the other scratching into his back, both pushing Adam closer and closer to finishing. A cold tongue ran across Adam's neck, and familiar sharpness traced over the newly healed spot of his neck but before the god could sink his teeth in once again, Adam pulled him down suddenly, a break in the pattern that caused a deep moan from the man. Not just a moan. A word.
"Adam"
Hearing his name like that in this state pushed Adam over the edge, pushing harder into the man as he filled him again, burying his face in Loki's shoulder. Loki, in turn, covered Adam's stomach and chest, moans muffled by the man's shoulder.

Both men collapsed onto the bed, lying next to each other exhausted. Adam slowly pulled himself out and away slightly before rolling onto his back, breathing heavily. A once again familiar shimmer slowly traveled over the two men and the bed, cleaning them, pulling clean sheets over them and leaving their clothes folded by the end of the bed. An arm slithered over Adam's stomach, Loki pulling himself closer as he rested his head on his chest. Adam wrapped his own arms around his partner, holding him close and firm, as they both drifted off.

Dazed, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't tell how long he was asleep but judging by how dark it was outside, he assumed it had been at least an hour. His stirring had caused the man resting his head on his chest to wake too; Loki unwrapped his arms and legs from around Adam and slowly pushed himself up, pushing his hair out of his face.

"Well, that was quite pleasant, wasn't it Adam?" His signature smirk plastered on his face as he leaned in closer, eyes closing.
Adam followed suit, leaning in to meet the cold lips he desperately wanted to feel.

"Oh. My. God."

Both men froze and quickly turned to see where the voice had come from. There, in the doorway to the seldom used side entrance to the room, stood Peter Quill. In a puff Loki disappeared, at least to the eye, Adam could still feel his cold skin pressed against his own and his outline was still clear under the sheets.

"Quill, it is not what-" Adam began before being cut off.

"Dude it's been hours and we were all worried so I said I'd look for you. I was worried you'd been killed! Or I guess put back in your cocoon? Either way I cannot believe this." Quill rambled on, almost too fast for Adams still waking mind to fully catch every word, let alone get his own word in edgeways.

"I mean seriously Adam if you told me you were into this sorta stuff I would have hooked you up with way less murderous people. I have got to tell Rocket this, I'll see you at the feast in five!!" And with that Quill left, running out the same way he had entered.

Loki returned to Adam's vision, a mischievous grin across his face, perhaps he was hoping to see him flustered and embarrassed again Adam wondered.

"No one will believe Quill when he recounts this" Adam said softly, leaning in and leaving a soft kiss on Loki's forehead, a dusting of red crossed the gods face.

"A shame, honestly." Loki retorted playfully, before leaning forwards himself, placing a long kiss on Adam's lips. "I'd love for everyone to know I had the 'perfect man' wrapped round my finger." Loki's finger gently twirled some of Adam's hair around itself.

A soft smile grew on Adam's face as he leaned in again for another kiss, deciding to forgo the feast all together.