Warfare
Warfare. Tony thought the was done with such things. Yet it seemed his current lover brought out the worst in him. He took careful aim, trying to mimic the same movements as Barton with the grace of Natasha.
A giant snowball to the face signaled he failed miserably. Snow frosted his back as he fell backwards. A gloved hand offered him up. Tony took it reluctantly, letting his lover pull him up.
Tony tugged down the other man's scarf, and ghosted against icy lips. "I really shouldn't have taught Rudolph any reindeer games."
"Continue with Midgardian pop culture, and I'll be tempted to throw a tantrum," Loki warned.
But Tony could feel the smile and kissed the blue lips he has grown fond of. In the back of his mind, he files away more comments for when they're closer to a bed.
A/N: Frostiron fluff for a friend's birthday. Gonna attempt smut later.