God Of Mayhem

♔—- “I–” Gods, wouldn’t Athon get into some very serious trouble if anyone realized that he’d stolen a golden apple to present it to his Midgardian lover? Not that Athon seemed to care for the times he got into trouble or paid dearly for being so uncaring of the rules. In a way, Loki identified with that and appreciated it. He thought that was one of the reasons he liked this asshole so much. “If I eat this, it will really make me live for as long as you do?” he asked, swallowing slowly. It was a strange feeling, to hold a form of immortality in the palm of his hands. “Surely there’s more to it than that?”

“A thousand years or so. Then you’d need to eat another.” Athon knew that could be unlikely. He did take the apple without permission. “Ah! You would be harder to harm, not as much as Thor or myself, but definitely much hardier than a mortal.” Athon didn’t know how it would react to the shrapnel though. Either remove it or leave it.

♔—- “Even if I tried to kick you out, would you really leave?” Loki asked. Athon was, after all, almost as stubborn as he was. Almost. If he didn’t want to leave, removing him would take a whole lot of force and numerous Iron Man suits…

But then Athon was reaching into his jacket to produce whatever gift he wished to present to Loki. As he held out the apple, all Loki could do was blink a few times. It was a yellow apple. Why was Athon so proud of that? It was hardly ‘tadaaaa!’ worthy.

“An apple…?” he muttered, reaching out to take it from the god. “I know I could probably stand to eat better. If this is your idea of a joke, it’s a bad one, and I mean really bad–” The apple had a strange quality about it. Under the bright lights of the lab, the yellow goat shimmered brightly. In fact, the apple wasn’t yellow at all, but upon closer inspection, Loki found that it was gold. A golden apple? Why did that sound so familiar? He’d read about golden apples when he decided to look into the mythos that Athon originated from. 

“Is this what I think it is?” he whispered, eyes round.

Athon preened, extremely pleased at Loki’s realization of what he was holding. “A Golden Apple of Iðunn’s garden? Why, yes, yes it is.” Athon had gone though a great deal of trouble to get his hands on it, Iðunn guarded her garden with extreme diligence and vicious pets. “Now you can’t complain about not having a long life span like I do, hmm?”

“But aren’t you glad I’m being truthful?” Athon smirks teasingly, “That is what you keep telling me to be.” He snickers at Loki parroting him, obviously he was a bit irked at Athon’s reply as to where he had been. 

“Speaking of being gone a long time, I also have acquired a most wonderful gift for you so you can stop whining about my travels!” Athon gave him a gleeful grin, one he always wore when Chaos was about to ensue.

♔—- “There’s a difference between being truthful and offending people, you know,” Loki pointed out. “Sometimes little white lies are acceptable if you are trying not to hurt someone’s feelings. Though Athon’s claims did interest him, and by interest, it was more along the lines of worry and the impending question of, “Oh Hell, Athon, what did you do now?” His brows furrowed together. “What’s this gift of yours? The last time you said you had a gift for me and you gave me that grin, I couldn’t walk for a week.”

Dismissing the commentary about white lies he scoffed, “You aren’t that easily offended, or you’d have kicked me out by now...”  A perverse giggle escaped him at that memory of his ‘gift’. “Oh, no. This is better.” It was adorable the way Loki looked like Athon was going to wreck his City. Again.

Athon slowly reached into his jacket pocket, so as to build the suspense. He grinned again and drew out what he was hiding with a flourish. “Tadaaaa!”

At first glance it looked like an ordinary yellow apple, but at a second glance a person would notice the metallic gleam of its skin.

♔—- Seemed the god was still enthusiastic about laying his claim to him. Athon had always been a strange balance of possessive, loving, and flighty. Loki returned the kiss because he was helpless to do otherwise. Even though Athon had a tendency to disappear for extended periods of time, he still found himself wrapped up in the God. Why else would he be so disheartened by him disappearing all the time? Plus, he enjoyed the roughness of those kisses… “You know, I wouldn’t be making jabs at my personal hygiene if I were you,” Loki said. “Like I said, you’ve been gone a long time. I know that’s probably not a big deal for Asgardians, but I don’t have thousands of years to live, you know…” He sighed heavily, shaking his head softly. “Besides, it’s kind of rude to point out that you think I stink.” Though he really did need a bath. He hadn’t showered in… Gods, three days? He couldn’t even remember. “I’ve been keeping myself busy. This and that. You know, the usual.” It wasn’t an accident that he repeated Athon’s answer to him.

“But aren’t you glad I’m being truthful?” Athon smirks teasingly, “That is what you keep telling me to be.” He snickers at Loki parroting him, obviously he was a bit irked at Athon’s reply as to where he had been. 

“Speaking of being gone a long time, I also have acquired a most wonderful gift for you so you can stop whining about my travels!” Athon gave him a gleeful grin, one he always wore when Chaos was about to ensue.

"Oh. Kind of … same… I mean, not more taller, just … more acceptable to daddy somehow." 

"Enough of this." Blood relations was a sore subject with Athon. "Why are you here? I doubt you're here for just a stroll."

"I … because he’s my brother… so I just … was wondering…" Tonio trailed off and then shrugged. "Just curious." 

That brought an immediate grimace and a sigh. He had thought that would be the case. "I have a... twin blood brother named Gregorn. He's not as short as I, as such he was more... acceptable."

"Thor’s not that bad…" Tonio muttered "He’s one of my best friends, actually…" He sighed "Not me, other me. In another dimension. He’s called Anthony, I’m Antonio. But that is just weird… is there a … Gregory here?" 

His eyes narrow a bit. "No there is no Gregory, however..." Athon trailed off and hesitated. There wasn't much that could make him reluctant to speak, but his Jotunn relatives was certainly one of them. "Why do you ask?"

"That is bizarre. Even more bizarre than me being the Sorcerer Supreme…" Antonio mused aloud. "What about Thor then?" 

"My brother? Pig headed idiot. He likes to charge into situations without thought... But what's this about you being Sorcerer Supreme?" Athon leaned forward in interest. "You don't feel overly magical."

"… What? No, I’m Iron Man!" 

"Oh? How... interesting. Loki Laufeyson is the mortal Iron Man here." Athon eyed the armor the other was wearing. "But I must admit your colors are more better than his green and gold." He smirked.

Athon mirrored his shrug and introduced himself in a lazy drawl, “I am Athon, God of Mayhem, Second Prince of Asgard.”

"Second prince of-…. Dude, you’re Loki!?" 

Athon looked slightly disgruntled. "What? No. Do I look like the Man of Iron?"

♔—-"You could take a picture, you know, it will last longer than watching me from the shadows. Some might mistake you for a stalker."

"Who says I am not a stalker?"

"… Maybe." Antonio shrugged in the armor. He didn’t really want to talk about that incident anyway, so he changed to subject "So, what, you’re Asgardian me?" 

Athon mirrored his shrug and introduced himself in a lazy drawl, "I am Athon, God of Mayhem, Second Prince of Asgard."

"A mortal destroyed it." Antonio said as-a-matter-of-factly, mostly because of the being-addressed-as-a-mortal thing. 

Athon's eyebrows shot up. "I see. Did they at least, how do you Midgardians put it, 'go out with a bang'?"