As much as he loved partying, it was the formal parties Tony hated more than any other rich-people-gathering he was, as a fellow rich person, obligated to attend. There was nothing that made him not want to socialize more than formal parties and galas. He preferred socializing to the sound of pounding music with the taste of a hard liquor on his tongue while bodies jumped and danced all around him, the room smelling like alcohol, sweat, and perfume. He could lose himself in those kinds of parties. It was impossible to lose himself when he was shaking hands with seventy-year-old Mr. Who Gives a Shit and his new twenty-year-old wife who absolutely, definitely loved him for him rather than the hefty will he'd be including her in. Maybe it was the soft orchestra playing in the background, or maybe it was the fact that everyone else at the event had come with a partner of some sort, leaving Tony pitifully alone.
He was about to throw in the towel and call it a night a lot earlier than he would have liked when he caught sight of a head of black curls that fell to it's owner's perfect hips. Tony blinked as he looked at the unfamiliar woman, looking her up and down. They might have been helped out by the heels she was wearing, but her legs had to be at least a mile long, if not longer. She had hips and breasts that looked round and soft, like he could spend hours just feeling them beneath his fingers. When she lifted a hand to tuck her long hair behind her ear and revealed her profile to him, Tony bit his lip. God damn, that face was icing on the already tantalizing cake. With high cheekbones, long eyelashes, bright green eyes, and full red-painted lips, the woman looked like an angel. It was only until once he'd finished looking at her when Tony finally really looked at her.
She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was looking around as if for searching for some sort of way out as an older man continued to talk to her as if nothing was wrong. Tony frowned and decided to approach the pair and try to diffuse the situation.
"Hey, Lexy. It's been a while, I didn't think I'd see you here." He said to the young woman, giving her a look to silently tell her to play along.
"It's a small world. It's good to see you again." She replied to him, apparently getting the hint as she smiled to him gently.
"Tony Stark." The older man said, his face painted with a fake smile.
"In the flesh. How's your wife doing, Mr. Jones?" Tony replied to him with the same fake smile, though it got a bit more genuine when he saw the man bristle and the woman cock an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye.
"She's fine. It was nice meeting you, sweetheart." The older man replied shortly before heading off somewhere else.
Tony didn't miss the way the woman's nose wrinkled at the name and smiled softly. She immediately relaxed, her arms falling back to her sides once the man was gone and leaving her alone.
"God, thank you for that." She sighed to Tony. Tony finally noticed at that point that she spoke with some sort of accent, though it's origin was pretty vague. It sounded European, that was for sure, but some sort of mix between an English and a Scandinavian accent.
"Yeah, no problem. You looked like you were trying not to punch him. I kinda wish you had, it would have made things interesting around here. He wasn't harassing you, was he?"
"No, well, I suppose he was in a way. He was trying to tell me that a woman my age should focus on getting married and having kids and raising a family. Then, he decided to start talking like he would have been a good match for me. He wouldn't let me get a single word in. I should have punched his teeth in." She replied with a small sigh.
Tony nodded in understanding. "Well, I'm Tony Stark, by the way." He replied, sticking a hand out to her.
"I'm Rowan, Rowan Anderson." She replied, taking his hand and shaking it firmly.
"It's good to meet you. So, how does a pretty lady like you come to have that accent?"
"My accent? I suppose I do have one, in your eyes. I'm Swedish nobility, one of King Gustav's cousins, I just finished University in London and I decided that it would be worth it to travel while I'm still young. So, here I am."
Tony nodded as he listened to her, though not really hearing her words. Instead, he found himself focusing on her accent and her bright green eyes. He'd heard that accent before, but he couldn't place where exactly.
"I see. You know, I think I'm going to leave this place a bit early. I'd be happy to show you around the city, if you want to come with me. Or maybe we could just head back to my place."
Rowan blinked at the words before smiling warmly and moving to take Tony's hand in her own. "I'd love to get out of here with you." She replied, picking up the skirt of her gown so she'd be able to walk with him easily.
Tony grinned to her and sent a quick text to Happy to come pick them up as they walked out together. On one hand, he felt really great to be walking out with a woman who looked like she could put Heidi Klum and every other Victoria's Secret Angel to shame. On the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder what Pepper would do. He figured it was fair game to see other people, since they had decided to take a break.
So, he held onto her hand and walked out of the building with the woman contently, walking slowly so she didn't have to worry about walking too fast in heels that looked like they could easily be used as a weapon. They walked together for a bit until they met Happy at a nearby curb. Tony opened the door for Rowan, letting her slide inside before he followed suit.
"Take us home, Hapy." He said, patting the driver's shoulder before settling back in the seat. "So, tell me more about yourself. What all am I getting myself into?" he asked. While he was mainly just focusing on her body and her accent and wondering what her voice would sound like later into the night, he knew girls loved to feel like the random stranger they were going home with cared about them, so he wanted to play into that. Maybe, just maybe, that beautiful tall drink of a woman would stick around a while.
"Ah, where to start?" She hummed before starting to tell him all about himself. The woman could talk for hours and hours and keep him entertained with that beautiful accent of hers. She told him about herself and her life even as they walked into the building, riding up to the penthouse in the elevator. There was something about that accent that made her seem almost ethereal, like he should worship her as a goddess before, during, and after he ate her out.
He held onto her hand as he let her inside. "Go ahead and get comfortable. Feel free to take those shoes off. I've never worn stilettos like those, that I remember, but I don't think they would be very comfortable at all. You want anything to drink?"
"Ah, yes, please. I'll have what you're having." She replied as she took her heels off, leaving them aside on the floor as she padded over to the small bar in the large living room area and sitting down at the bar.
"Whoa there, Ro. You sure you want what I'm having? I usually stick to the pretty hard, strong stuff. I can make you a cocktail or something, if you want." Tony offered her.
"Are you afraid for my delicate feminine palate, Anthony?" She asked, smirking at him. There was something about that knowing look that seemed super familiar, for whatever reason.
"What? No, I'm just making sure. Most girls I'm with can't handle straight whiskey." He replied to her honestly.
"Don't you worry about me, Anthony. I wouldn't ask for it if I couldn't handle it."
Tony smiled a bit at her and nodded, obediently pouring a couple classes of the whiskey for the two of them and sliding one over to her. He clinked their glasses with her before drinking with her. One drink turned into two, and two turned to three, and he could feel himself getting all warm and fuzzy. Rowan, however, didn't seem to be feeling any effect whatsoever. She just grinned and laughed happily, tossing each glass back one by one, as if it was her job and she was gunning for a promotion.
"God, baby, you aren't fucking around, are you?" Tony asked her after the fourth drink, letting her behind the bar with him.
"Never. I've never fucked around a single day in my life." She replied with a grin, moving even closer to him and pressing herself flush against him.
The feeling of her soft breasts pressed against his torso was amazing, and it only felt better when he looked down to see her bright green eyes looking up at him through long, thick lashes.
"Would you like to start tonight? Maybe fuck around a bit with me?" Tony asked her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and rubbing at her lower back.
"I think that sounds absolutely lovely." She replied to him, reaching behind her to take his hand and guide it lower.
Tony grinned at that and kissed her hungrily and deeply. At that point, everything turned into a flurry of tongue and hands on each other's bodies. The next thing he knew, they were both in their underwear and he was carrying her to his bedroom, deciding he would be taking off that pair of black lacy panties with his teeth as soon as possible.
He set her down on the bed before climbing on top of her, happily tugging down the pair of panties as planned before tossing them aside and starting to kiss and bite down her neck, moving one hand down to rub at her clitoris. He broke out into a happy grin as he heard her breaths get heavier as she started to moan beneath her. He trailed his kisses down her body to her breasts, nipping at one of her nipples to illicit a gasp out of her.
He worked his way down her body, getting between her legs and kissing at her thighs before starting to eat her out. He didn't mind her lipstick making a mess when she started to pay him back. He held her dark curls out of the way all the while, pulling her off before she went too far. He didn't allow himself to finish until much later in the night after making sure that she did first. They fell asleep a while later, panting, naked, and sweaty. He curled himself around her and held her close, burying his face in her hair and falling asleep to the sweet scent of fruit and flowers that lingered in her curls.
Rowan woke up first, rubbing her eyes. She checked the time before deciding to get out of the bed, don one of Tony's button down shirts, and head out to make coffee. She hummed to herself as she let the coffee brew, conjuring up a hairpin to hold the long black locks up and out of her face. She whirled around when she heard a pair of footsteps walking into the room, watching as a red-haired woman walked into the room and telling herself to play it cool.
"Can I help you?" She asked the stranger.
The new woman looked over at her and jumped a bit. "Oh, sorry, I was just dropping something off for Tony to look over and sign."
"That's fine. Anthony never told me anything about a housekeeper, so I wasn't expecting you." Rowan replied, padding out to meet the new woman, not missing the way she bristled at the word 'housekeeper'. Obviously, she didn't like the label, though Rowan just smiled to her and didn't take it back at all.
The stranger looked her up and down before obviously forcing a smile. "I don't suppose he did. I'll leave you two alone, then." She finally replied before turning on her heel and practically stalking out of the room.
Rowan smiled softly and figured she had a bit of time left before the coffee was done. So, she went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
"Even in this body, it wears me out far too much…" She hummed, watching in the mirror as her body surrounded itself with a fine green mist and morphed into the body of a taller, thin young man.
Loki examined himself in the mirror, figuring he'd give the sei∂r a rest for just a little bit. He'd go back to being Rowan soon enough, but he needed to let himself take a small break so it didn't wear him out.
"Agh, disgusting." He griped when he felt the stickiness between his thighs, moving to clean himself off, turning around just as a half asleep, hungover Tony Stark stumbled into the room.
"Hey, Ro. Sorry, I didn't know you were in here." He said as he moved over to the sink to get a glass of water, not really looking at the other figure. He saw a mess of black hair, so he just assumed he was standing with the woman he'd taken home the previous night.
Loki swallowed at that and decided to answer, just straightening up to face the mirror with Tony.
Tony felt his heart stop at the sight of the figure next to him that was wearing his shirt. He choked on his water a bit, feeling his chest tighten. He could practically feel Loki's hand on his shirt before throwing him out of a window with the promise that he and the rest of the world would bow before him.
In a way, Loki looked even worse for wear than he had when he'd blown into Tony's life before leaving after nearly leveling all of Manhattan and leaving Tony with a terrible amount of nightmares and post-traumatic stress disorder. His hair was longer and messier and considerably curlier. He had dark circles and bags under his eyes and he looked skinnier than he remembered him being. When they'd met, Loki's eyes were wild and crazed. Now, they seemed rather dull and tired. In short, he looked like shit.
"What the fuck are you doing here? You're not real." Tony finally breathed out, his eyes never leaving the other man.
"Is that any way to speak to someone you just took to your bed, Anthony?" Loki asked with a small smirk, looking over Tony's shoulder when the coffee pot beeped, signaling it had finished brewing. "Ah, the coffee's done."
Tony stood dumbfounded as Loki slipped past him to pad over to the coffee pot in the kitchen. He finally followed the other man once he got a grip on reality again.
"Okay, I'm going to give you one minute to explain what the fuck you're doing here before I call Thor or Fury or someone." Tony said as the god poured two mugs of coffee, sliding one over to Tony.
"My, one minute? That's hardly fair, don't you think?" Loki asked as he sipped the hot, bitter drink.
"Clock's ticking, Reindeer Games."
"Alright, alright, fine. I'm here because you brought me here. I didn't ask for you to bring me to bed, nor did I count on meeting you last night. I simply needed a change of pace, so I changed form for the night and decided to come to Midgard. I saw some sort of gathering, so I figured I'd see what it was. It turned out to be a lot more boring than I was hoping and I was going to leave when that disgusting old man started trying to make me his wife. Then you stepped in and the rest is history. I'm not doing anything bad or wrong, I'm just taking a small vacation. In due time, I'll return to Asgard. I am needed there and obligated to return soon enough."
Tony listened, but couldn't help but laugh a bit. "And who exactly needs you? Or are you good for something other than ruining peoples' day?"
"It's funny you say that, when I definitely made your day last night. And, as a matter of fact, I am currently essential to Asgard, as it were." Loki shot back with a haughty smile.
"Honey, I don't know who told you you're essential to anything, but they're lying to you."
"Odin lies in Odinsleep. I rule in his stead and in his form. I am essential to Asgard, whether or not anyone other than myself knows it. Until I decide to announce otherwise, everyone thinks I'm dead."
Tony blinked in shock at the answer. He figured he couldn't just turn in Loki for doing nothing. Well, he could, but it would be a bit of a dick move. "How long do you think you're going to stick around?"
"I'm not sure. A few days, I think. If you want to take me to bed again, Stark, just say so."
"Alright. How about you stick around here so I can keep an eye on you. If you wanna see New York, I can show you around. I just want to keep an eye on you."
"You make it sound like you don't trust me, Stark."
"I don't. Not at all. If you try anything, I'll call your brother down here and you'll have to deal with that."
"You have no way to contact him."
"I'm Tony Stark, sweetheart. I'll find a way."
Loki frowned a bit at that and sighed, taking a sip of his coffee, mulling the offer over for a bit. "Anything I want to do in New York City, within reason?"
"Within reason. I reserve the right to deny taking you anywhere I'm not comfortable with." Tony replied with a nod to the god.
"Fine. I'll stay for three days and you need to accommodate and entertain me. In return, I'll simply be a benign tourist." Loki decided, taking Tony's hand when the other man stuck it out and shaking it.