Evergreen
A FrostIron fanfic
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter One
Disclaimer: ... WHY, BY ODIN'S WRATH, AM I WRITING THIS WHEN I HAVE, LIKE... 14 BILLION OTHER STORIES TO FINISH?! I blame "Thor", all the "Iron Man" movies, "Avengers" and the fact that Robert Downey Jr. and Tom Hiddleston have latched onto my BRAIN and I found this little couple on Tumblr.
Everything happens on Tumblr. The title was not inspired by Barbra Streisand's song, but it's a beautiful shade of green I think is spot on for Loki. Now, be gentle with this fanfic; I haven't written in awhile. I TRIED to stay in character. I had several people read it and they liked it so far. All characters belong to Marvel and... *shudders* Disney. Enjoy, guys!
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It's that kind of green that makes people stare a little too long.
A shade so deep it wraps around your brain and you can't think of anything else.
It seeps into your very body to when you close your eyes, even for the briefest moment, that scant color dances before you against the blackness.
You try to match other greens to this one particular one and it angers you so much that you can't find it anywhere else.
Except...
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It had been nearly two years since the Chitauri incident in New York City and half of a year since The Mandarin for Tony Stark. He had the shrapnel removed from his chest, the Arc Reactor no longer needed for his body. His Malibu home was rebuilt from the ground up and he had his focus on Stark Enterprises. He had not put on his beloved Iron Man suit since the operation either. Pepper told him there was no need to and he agreed. But there was always a little itch at the back of his brain that wanted him to pick up some wires and play on his portable screens to create something. Sure, he rebuilt Dummy, but that was for sentimental purposes only.
His hands would twitch with ideas of new Mark suits, but he would look at his red-haired fiancee and the urge would simmer- always stay close to the top, but sat there. Waiting.
And still-
Tony could not sleep.
What had gone wrong? He did everything he could to get his life back on track. He even eased up some on the drinking, but kept a secret stash of the finest Scotch hidden away in the walls of his study (Tony Stark had a study now...?) that not even Pepper would find. He placed JARVIS still in his home, not able to part from his A.I. companion that he loved dearly. At night, when the sky was littered with stars and Pepper slept soundly in their large bed, the former Iron Man would leave the bed silently and pace inside of the living room, sleep not being able to find him.
How long would this last? When was the last time he slept soundly? After the operation on his chest? The couple of months he and Pepper settled in and started loving each other fully? S.H.I.E.L.D had not contacted him in some time or the rest of the Avengers, though he stayed in touch with Bruce Banner very often. The mutual bond between scientists is hard to unravel and dig into, especially since Tony was his biggest fan; including the Big Guy. Clint, Natasha and Steve would visit or call every once in a blue moon, and Thor on rarest occasions when he came from Asgard to see Jane and the other members of their team. There was a blanket of peace around now, but Tony had this nagging feeling something wasn't quite right.
One particular stormy night, Pepper was not home. She was away on business in Seattle while Tony stayed behind for conferences at his home base of Stark Enterprises. He came in late, groaning as he tore the tie from his neck and started throwing articles of clothing around. Once in his bedroom, he slide into an old pair of faded jeans and dug out a vintage Led Zeppelin shirt in the back of his closet. He sighed in content and left the closet, sliding his fingers along the wall towards the bookshelf. He pressed his hand fully against it and it opened up, revealing his Scotch, a tumbler, and a bucket of ice and a canter of water. Tiredly, he fixed his drink and downed it, making two more and felt his bones settle and his muscles relax. Blinking his dark brown eyes, Tony then smirked to himself and said, "JARVIS, let's make some music, shall we?"
"Of course, sir. Shall I play the Set-List for you?"
"You got it, buddy."
Old classic rock broke through the speakers and the billionaire grinned, knocking back his fourth drink. "Music for the mood, Daddy has his drinky-drink; time to play with some toys."
He scooted along the floor with the canter of Scotch in hand, his bare feet making hardly any sound as he approached the far end of the house and punched in a few numbers on the elevator he had installed for the basement. Pepper assumed it was for the cars and motorcycles he purchased some months back to work on, but she knew it was for making "other" things. She never saw anything that was remotely of Iron Man's suits or gadgets. She saw clean-energy pieces, blueprints for two Arc Reactors for England and Japan, and other useful things for what seemed like the people of the world. No H.U.D.'s anywhere or full-proton blaster armlets.
Nothing.
She kept pestering gently to Tony if he was making suits and the replies were always the same; "If I was making more Iron Man suits, wouldn't you have found out already?"
Tony whistled along to "Carry On My Way-ward Son" and dove deeper underground where it was a bit cooler, but it was all his. Lights flickered on in a warm fluorescent and along the walls gleamed familiar glass casings, holding four suits of gold and scarlet red.
... Okay, so MAYBE he had a LITTLE time on his hands, but when you are Anthony Edward Stark and you LOVE certain toys... you are bound to make more.
He sighed, looking at his babies. Better than any of the Marks he made previous, but he replicated Mark I and the last Mark he had done for himself and for Pepper for sentimental value. The other two were still in the process modes of being finished. Just in case something like New York happened again-
Tony wanted to be ready.
Plunking down his liquor, he opened the third suits door, the floor moving as it brought it out and to Tony and his work table and bench. Two hours passed and it was midnight, the man scanning the suit and modifying the rockets at the feet, several screens around his head and the usual soft interjecting from JARVIS. Tony was so deep in thought and very warm from his drinks, that when he closed his eyes for the briefest moment to calculate an equation of propulsion, that color of green swam before him.
Gasping slightly, he tore off his goggles, staring at the floor as his heart pounded furiously.
Standing up, he reached for the near empty container and chugged the rest, his eyes feeling grainy and face tight. It had been a minute since he was properly drunk. The lack of sleep was beginning to show. He ate less and exercised more at night. His face was still handsome, the color a bit lacking but a forlorn look would seep into his eyes for a fast minute and then gone, replaced with a twinkle and a quirk of a smile. His hair was growing out but still stuck up. He didn't care to trim it up. Tony walked away from his suit and decided to shut it down for awhile, closing up his little "man-cave" and went back up to the living room. He swayed out of the elevator, skin chilling at the sudden coldness seeping into the room. Tony frowned. "JARVIS, are there windows opened?"
"I'm afraid the air is stuck at the moment. It has frozen over, probably due to faulty wiring. I am working on it now, sir," came the cool monotone voice.
Tony nodded, though the chill seemed to have settled into his body. Almost like... shaking his head, he flounced on the couch and turned the large flat screen on, settling in with late-night talk shows. 'You're fine. There was nothing weird going on. Just your imagination,' he told himself as he watch Craig Ferguson announce his guest for the evening, a director and creator of shows and several movies. Tony tried to remember his name- Joss Whedon? What kind of name was that?! His mind drifted and that same eerie color dancing along his vision, almost like a gauzy sheen. Tony froze, not knowing what was going on. He gripped the neck of his canter bottle and the green shimmered and settled along him. He could friggin' see it on him! Eyes wide, Tony pushed back farther into the couch, feeling what seemed like faint hands tracing along the sinews of his arms, the hairs pricking up at the iciness of them.
Oh, he definitely knew this feeling... it was the same when he was gearing up to fight the Chitauri again with a new suit, walking proudly into his upper level when he saw a figure standing in his home, eyes burning into him and the atmosphere oh-so-chilly...
Drawing in a breath, Tony closed his eyes and said in a steady and cocky voice;
"Ya know, if you WANTED to try some magic tricks, you know I'm not a kid, right? Or does that not fall under your jurisdiction of being the guy with horns on his head?"
A dark chuckle emitted from the corner near his bedroom and from the shadows came a porcelain face, framed with raven-black hair and those damn green eyes, a rather fearsome curl of a smirk on his pale lips.
"And they say that I am terrible. You often talk so much, Stark?"
"When the time is right. Oh, it's all the time. I never get tired of my voice," Tony smiled back at him rather forcefully, but his body language had relaxed. He didn't want to seem uptight in front of the God who almost destroyed the world. Silvertongue. God of Mischief and Lies. Loki Laufeyson.
Reindeer Games.
The gold and emerald armor he wore last Tony had seen him was gone. Instead, Loki was in a dark green button down, pressed and neat, black slacks that looked very expensive and black leather boots. His long black hair flowed down his shoulders-
what, wait- his hair was long? Tony stared at them and then barked out a laugh. "I figured you as a tight-ass to look good but what's up with that hair?! Someone feeling like a rebel?," he inquired, waggling his brow. Loki scowled, eyes flaring. "Always talking...," he growled. Tony shrugged and leaned back, the alcohol suddenly making him braver. "What brings you back to this neck of the woods? Asgardian prisons too stuffy? Boring?"
Loki looked at his fingernails in an almost bored expression. "The All-Father seemed to forgot that I can weasel and shape-shift my way out of anything. Thor was constantly begging him for a second-chance for me, always asking...," he trailed off but then brought his eyes back to Tony, the look on his face unreadable.
"I'm actually here because we have unfinished business. When I tried to take you as part of my army, I was stopped by that metal thing on your chest. That, and your insufferable face has done nothing but anger me when Thor mentions the lot of you!," he hissed, his face twisting as he stalked towards Tony. The Iron Man sat there, unmoving and dare he think it, entranced? Loki flowed like a panther, all muscle and black hair and wild eyes. "Aw, you were thinking about me? That's awfully sweet of you, Antler Man, but I'm spoken for already," Tony drawled, crossing his legs together. "You are a pain in my side and a wound that needs to be plucked, Man of Iron!," Loki snarled and raised a hand, a force picking Tony up and through the air, crashing into the near-by island in the kitchen. Tony cried out in surprise more than pain, rubbing his neck. "Please! I don't want to build another house!," he wheezed out. "JARVIS! How the FUCK did he get in?!"
"Oh, your little voice inside of the house? I froze him," Loki smirked, approaching Tony with the swarthiest of smiles. "F-froze?," Tony stammered and then it hit him like a punch from Black Widow-
"The air. Faulty wiring. Magic," Tony breathed, eyes wide. "Correct. Or, how is it you Midgardians say, "nailed it right on the head"?," Loki sneered and picked the man up off the floor with one hand, dangling him up. Tony fought against him, fighting to breathe and kicking his legs. "Now, Stark, there's no need to get all upset. I'm paying a visit simply because you were the only one to not fall under my spell. You insulted me, you worthless human! Not to mention-" Loki slammed him up against the wall, pressing their bodies close (granted Loki was a good few inches taller than Tony) as the God hissed in his ear, "You also owe me a drink.
And much, MUCH more."
Tony choked, gasping for air as Loki loosened his grip some and glared at him, breathing hard. "I don't owe you shit," he growled. "Oh, is this how you talk to a God, peasant? I know all about you, Stark. You think you are a God amongst the rest of these Migardians. With your flashy gadgets, expensive clothes and cars, money to toss around and a genius, as you STATE you are. No, no, Stark...
I'm going to bring you so low not even the worms will want to see you," Loki murmured so dangerously dark, peering into the brown eyes of the mere mortal that spun thoughts into his head. Tony's cockiness decided to show then, a brow raising slowly as he quickly formulated a plan in his head. His throat still burned but he spoke with such a sauciness, it threw Loki for nearly a loop.
"So low, huh? Is that why you're getting all hot and bothered right now? Or is just being in my presence a little too much for you? I know I'm a sexy genius, philanthropist, billionaire, raging Sex God and Iron Man, but you don't have anything on me, Loks," Tony smiled slowly. Loki paused, his eyes narrowing some. "What are you playing at, Stark?," he growled, tightening his hand some. Mentally, the man was gathering his plan into motion. If there was one thing Tony could pride himself on beside his smarts-
it was his ability to bring even the stubbornest of people to their knees, begging for him.
So Loki wanted him to be low?
Low he would get.
Tony wrapped his hands around Loki's arm and twisted so his legs tangled against the God's and brought him against his own body, heat radiating off of him. "You just want someone to KNEEL for you. You're like a spoiled brat when one of his toys doesn't want to cooperate. Well, I don't play well with others, just like you, so let's settle this then, Horned Toad. You've been harassing me for the past two years, making me loose sleep."
"And you have been in my dreams with that smug look always on your face," Loki bit back. "So why me?," Tony inquired, tracing his fingers up the arm, causing Loki to falter some.
"... I don't like it when the things I want don't obey me."
"Well, I'm not yours. And I'm definitely not going to obey you. Don't you know how I play? Not by any sets of rules."
Where was all of this sexual prowess coming from? Had Tony been attracted to Loki? If it wasn't for the God, it was for the powerful image he held. Granted, he was still angry at the God for killing Coulson, but when a six-foot deity practically oozing sex and other delectable things is practically on you, (and let's not mention the alcohol), two heads don't actually think the same. That damn color of green was haunting him and it was time to finish it.
Tony then snatched the dark head and brought it down, melding mouths with the roughest of pushes. Loki didn't even retaliate.
Obviously, he wasn't the only one thinking of the other.
A pleased hum rumbled slightly through Tony as their lips burned together, teeth nipping and then tongues colliding in a fierce, hot dance. Tony noted mildly that Loki tasted of honey and cloves, slick and wet. A line of fire streaked across his abdomen as the ferocity in Loki's kissing. Hands fumbled into hair, nails raking and very harsh breathing now echoing around them. Loki pulled back, biting hard on Tony's bottom lip, causing him to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. "I know what you're trying to do, Stark. It won't work. I am a God, remember?," Loki purred, dangerous and low. "And I'm sure Gods have the same need as everything else in the universe and then some," Tony spat back, his hands now on Loki's arms and with his strength, flung him off of his frame so both glared at each other with heated looks.
"I'm not falling for this."
Loki's mouth dipped down and out in such a nasty smile that was still sexy, it caused slight tremors to run along Tony's skin. "No, but by the Nine at the end of this night, you will be under me."
"Try it."
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*hides under RDJ's bed*
-the moonlight carries the message of Love.-
'Later Days...!'