Tony staggered back, feeling the suit lock and catch him, trying to stop his movement towards the edge of the building. The other man, mistaking the move for weakness, advanced with a gleam in his eyes. The man in green extended his arm and with one finger pushed the man of Iron off the 200 story building with ease. Tony shut his eyes, but the sight of that face was ingrained in his memory. He was falling and all he could think of was the man the face belonged to, Loki.
A month and three days earlier.
Loki was cast down to earth, cast out of the heaven of Asgard, cut off from every one he had ever known. All for trying to help! The Giants were vain and stupid creatures, but they were loyal and when their king was killed Loki saw his opportunity. Loki had worked years for this, only to be cut down before he could even try. All he had asked for was to to be a ruler, to hold some power. After working for so long, spreading lies and making friends and enemies alike, he was going to be crowned king.
But Odin, his hair flared up at the thought of that hateful man, had stopped the ceremony, dragged Loki back home and banished him. It was not forever, a mere two centuries, but the fact that they thought it necessary to exile him stung more then the actual punishment. He spent a while roaming aimlessly around the universe till his eye landed on a little planet. Earth.
Crashing down from the heavens in a whirlwind of sand Loki stood up, straighten his clothes, and started walking. Lodging was needed and sustenance required. He knew where there was a town and headed in that direction. Upon entering the town, he found the only place displaying it's lights was a shabby establishment calling its self "the bar". Seeing a few intoxicated, bearded men spill out of the door stinking of unwashed bodies and alcohol he figured it was a ale house, although no where near as grand as the shabbiest of Asgard. He could use a drink, Loki supposed, although he doubted this place had anything even remotely tasteful.
He quickly changed into a plain green leather shirt, low cut, and dark breaches to blend in. Finding more appealing clothes could wait, he decided as his stomach growled and he remind himself it had been too long sense he had a drink. Nobody would be looking closely at him. He still possessed his magic after all and Loki grinned, now that was one way to get what one needed. . .
Tony Stark figured he had driven far enough when he came across a town where the only place open at this hour was "The Bar". Such an imaginative name. Grinning Tony pulled over in his borrowed car, he was already slightly tipsy. Today he was tired of the crowds and all the people who knew his face and the name behind it. Everywhere he went same girls same places. Tonight Tony wanted, needed, more. Tonight he wanted to get drunk, pick up someone who didn't know his name and wake up next to someone he would never see again. This had nothing to do with Pepper dumping him, nothing at all. And denial was just a river in Egypt.
Tony was well into his drink when the door opened. He had picked a vantage view of the entrance, hoping any moment that some long legs would walk in and at this point he was so intoxicated he care what it actually looked like, or maybe he just couldn't tell any more.
But what walked in was far beyond his expectations. The man was tall, slender, and had a slight frame. Yet he carried himself like he was a god brought down form the heavens. The shirt he was wearing was very flattering. Tony had never seen this style before but decided he would recommend it to a few people back in New York. The dark green shirt had the look of rough county made material. It was low cut exposing the ridged lines of the man's neck and hinted at the toned panes of his chest.
Loki's eyes where drawn to the man in the corner. He wasn't the only one staring at the new costumer but he was by far the most attractive. There was something alluring in the way the man looked hungrily at Loki. Well this could turn out to be quite a night. Abandoning his original plan of using his magic to get the bartender to give him free drinks Loki sauntered lightly over to the man. As he got closer Loki thought now this was a man he wouldn't mind following back to his chambers.
Loki slid in next to his prey and flashed him a smile, eyes roving up and down the slim cut suit and slight drunken blush in his cheeks. "Would you like to buy me a drink?" He asked innocently fluttering his eye lashes knowing the effect it had on people. The man seemed to snap out of his trance and sat up a little straighter.
"What's your poison?" The man asked grinning.
"What would you recommend?" Loki smiled back.
Three drinks later and a short car ride Loki was pressing the man up against the wall of a shabby hotel long fingers worshiping the flesh beneath his touch. Robert, the man had said his name was, fought back pushing Loki on to the bed falling drunkenly on top of him.
Chapter 2: Pain of the Worst Kind