Authors Note:
Yes I know it's bad to have the first chapter so short, but I promise it will be the only one of its kind! I've started the rest and it get's pretty long. I just didn't want to give away too much of the story yet. Bare with me here! I hope you enjoy the first little tidbit.
It's present day for Tony Stark and once again he's flying through the sky in his Iron Suit while J.A.R.V.I.S reads him the statistics of his suit and what he's about to do. Sometimes his AI is a little too smart for his own good. It's not for his usual boredom joyride, and he's not trying to impress anyone at one of his many parties, no, today it's different. Today he has to do some real work. Pepper would be so proud.
There is a crazy Norse god by the name of Loki terrorizing a museum full of people in Germany and he's about to put an end to it because it would seem no one else could actually handle it.
S.H.I.E.L.D didn't call him in for this, they want his brain, but not his brawn. Too volatile or something. But Tony had never been one for rules and plans on helping anyways. What would they do without him?
He makes his grand entrance to AC/DC, taunting Natasha before landing like a true rock star. If there's one thing he knows how it do, it's to make an entrance.
And then there's Steve Rogers beside him, all decked out in his own patriotic spandex suit. Tony smirks inside his metal face. He'll have to make a comment about that later as right now his full attention is on the armor clad man sitting on the steps before him. "Make a move Reindeer Games." He taunts.
With no hesitation Loki removed his helmet and staff without touching them. More magic, awesome. "Good move." Tony praised him. He had never had someone give up so easily when there was clearly still so much fight left in him. Tony wanted to know why, but he doubted Loki would tell him. There was something the god wanted, that was obvious.
Now that Loki was stationary and calm Tony took a moment to study him through the mask of his suit and only after staring at Loki a little closer did it dawn on him that he looked strangely familiar.
Not in a "I've read all your weird legends and heard about your brother coming to earth for a while" way. Though he had read a few of them. You read everything when you have a brain like his.
He was sure he had met Loki before, he just couldn't remember where. Not that this was unusual for him. Tony forgot a lot of people, usually being the women he brought him for a night and then had Pepper get rid of.
And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. Or like one of his famous hangovers. He remembers that angled jaw, those long and lean limbs, that irritating smirk that's spread across his face now, the hair he is sure if he touched; it would be surprisingly soft, and those eyes. Those eyes that were green the last time he saw them but are still completely familiar.
Right now those eyes are dancing with some sort of amusement, as if Loki knows exactly who Tony is even through his suit. He's enjoying the private joke on his own. Tony is sure of it, he has met Loki before. The only problem is last time they met, Loki was definitely female and Tony Stark was a very, very different person.