Tony was currently laying down on the futon of his penthouse, trying to recover from a massive migraine. Last night had been a scene of scattered bits of metal, crumpled notes, and a very intoxicated Tony Stark. None of his sketches made sense, and he couldn't fit any parts together. He was trying to make a cleaner energy source for the Tower, needless to say none of the sketches made sense and the night just ended up in extreme intoxication and Jarvis having to call Pepper to come and pick his dead body off the floor.

His head was feeling better thanks to Pepper; he owed her big for this. She made sure to let him know on countless other occasions. She had placed a glass of water, some soup, a trashcan and a bottle of Excedrin before she headed to her office to do some work.

"Tony, are you feeling better?" Pepper's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. He looked up to a concerned face. "Better thank you." She nodded, "Tony, I want you to get out and do something. You've been in a wreck for a week and you haven't left your penthouse or workshop in a month." Tony sighed, "Pep, as far as I knew, my mother died." She smacked his head and laughed, "I'm being serious so here," She handed him a piece of paper.

Tony took a look at it, "An order for flowers?" She wants me to pick this up? Pepper nodded, "My friend's father passed away and I ordered those for the funeral, which leads me to tell you I won't be here tomorrow." Tony nodded, "Why didn't you just have them deliver it?" She gave him the look, "I wanted to give you an excuse to get out, so go on, get some air and relax. And there will be papers to sign when you get back." She point at the table, meaning she was going to place them there.

Sighing Tony sat up, getting dizzy; "If I do will you get off my back?" She nodded and went back to her office leaving Tony to attempt to look presentable for the public.

Tony was on his way to the address shown on the paper Pepper gave him, it was a downtown shop in the famous shopping area. Tony took the black Chrysler with tinted windows to avoid any attention; he wore some grey sweats, a blue V-neck and a black jacket, his sunglasses too of course. It wasn't hard to find the shop; "Frigga's Garden."

Stepping out of the car he made his way inside, clueless as to what day it for he noticed the streets were rather empty. But he thanked God for that and went inside. The shop was cute; it had different flowers everywhere, gardening materials and seeds of any kind. It had a homey feel to it, something Tony hadn't really felt in some years. Stark Towers was his home, but it was always cold there. And here there was nothing but warmth. The classic bell rang above the door and an older women came up to him smiling, "Good day, what can I help you with Sir?" Tony couldn't help but smile as he took in this older women, she looked wise and still beautiful. She wore her hair back in a bun and an apron, and smiled as if the world was at peace.

"I came to pick up an order for Pepper Pots." Tony said as he eyed the rest of the shop. She nodded, "Oh yes, it's almost done I believe, let me go back and check with my son. The little perfectionist he is, would you care for some coffee? I made enough for two but my son doesn't care much for the drink." Tony was a little shocked at how nice she was being, but the coffee did sound wonderful as he was still half-asleep. "That would be very kind of you." She nodded and disappeared behind the counter and through a curtain.

Tony leaned on the counter eyeing up numerous business cards from other shops including this one. The building let in just enough light that Tony felt relaxed, and he let his muscles un-tense as he took a deep breath.

"Dear, would you take this coffee to the man by the counter? I'll add the finishing touches." Tony's ears began eavesdropping; "Okay mother, do you need any more ribbon or is that enough?" He heard her reply, "More than enough, now the coffee dear."

Tony was now waiting for her son to come out, and when he did Tony felt something inside him stir. Tony was expecting a teenage brat of some sorts who had a serious attitude problem, but what he got was a man that looked to be about twenty six, his own age. But what struck Tony were his blue/green eyes, porcelain skin and raven black hair. The combination was something that you didn't come across daily but once in a lifetime.

"Here's your coffee Sir, I believe my mother said you wanted some?" The man asked holding the cup to Tony. Tony snapped back to it and took the cup, "Yes, thank you…" Tony trailed off searching for a name tag, when he didn't find one he smiled, "I didn't catch your name?" The man brushed some dirt off of himself and said, "It's Loki." Tony smiled more, "Ah, well than thank you Loki." Loki nodded and began checking the register and counting some money, "Mother will be done in a moment, she calls me the perfectionist but she's the one who has to review my work." Tony liked the way this Loki spoke nonchalantly. "She seems like the type to do so. I have reason to believe my mother was the same." Tony added as he sipped his coffee. Loki nodded and started counting to himself, which Tony found adorable. Whoa, since when did Tony Stark consider something adorable?

"Here we are!" The women came out holding a rather beautiful looking flower arrangement. Tony smiled at her, "It's very nice, and how much will that be?" She looked to her son, "Ring him up Loki dear? I need to clean the mess I made before someone else comes in. Please come back again Mr.….?" Tony smiled, "Stark, but you can call me Tony." He noticed Loki's eyes light up as he said his name. "Well Mr. Stark, I'm Frigga Odinson and this is my son Loki. Please come back soon." Tony shook her hand and smiled goodbye as she went behind the curtain again. When Tony looked back at Loki the man's jaw was now open.

"Tony Stark, as in the Tony Stark?" Loki spoke in awe as he stared at Tony. Tony laughed, "In the flesh." Loki shook his head and blushed, clearly embarrassed of his reaction. "Um, ah… That'll be thirty six fifty." Tony nodded and pulled out a fifty and handed it to him. Loki rung up the change and handed it to Tony, "Here you go Sir." Tony smirked, "Tony is fine." Loki nodded and gave him the receipt and began making himself busy by organizing the counter.

Tony was too interesting in Loki to consider leaving, and when something caught Tony's attention it was hard to distract him. "So Loki, have you always worked here with your mother?" Loki gave him a strange look, clearly wondering why he hadn't left. "For the most part." Tony, who wasn't satisfied with the answer, gave another question, "How old are you, to be honest when she said he had a son I was expecting a bratty teenager." Loki nodded nonchalantly, "I'm twenty five." Tony smiled, "I see." The phone suddenly started ringing and Loki picked it up, someone was ordering something and he began to write it down. Tony smiled and nodded at him and began to move to the door. "Oh please wait one moment Sir, Mr. Stark! Have a nice day." Tony was going to correct him but blew it off, Loki returned back to his order and Tony went out the door.

Tony couldn't stop thinking about Loki as he sat in his car in a daze. Someone that beautiful didn't just come up every day. Loki was like a rare flower you only got to see once in a lifetime. Quickly running back inside the shop he made way to the counter and grabbed a business card before Loki could ask any questions, winked at him and headed out the door in less than five seconds.

If he would have stayed any longer he would have seen the blush on Loki's cheeks and the small smile that came to his face.