Vampire Whale

This is just a silly little one-shot that i've wanted to write for a little while, but never got around to it. There's not really much content. just a little piece. :/
- A little parallel with a conversation i had a couple of weeks ago.

Tony sat at his workbench, trying to figure out how to make certain components of the suit smaller without them over heating whilst trying to avoid the use of liquid chemicals. Tough stuff.

"Anthony. Anthony I'm bored."

Tony's eyes flickered up to his leather-clad lover, now in just those insanely-too-tight pants and fitted black shirt. "Well then do something."

"But I'm bored." Loki came to sit on the edge of the workbench, nudging Tony with his foot. "I'm in the mood for drawing. Tell me what to draw." He demanded, hooking his boot around Tony's swivel chair and pulling him closer.

Tony huffed and pushed away again, back to his work. "I don't know. Draw whatever." He brushed him off with a dismissing wave of the hand.

Loki narrowed his eyes at the engineer, knowing the man could feel the intensity of his gaze.

"Fine fine." Tony swivelled round to face him. "Draw a… I don't know." He shrugged and turned back around. "Draw a whale."

Loki jumped happily off the bench, going to retrieve his pad and a pen. Plopping down on a chair opposite Tony, Loki positioned himself so he couldn't see his drawing, and began; a little smirk on his face.

Fifteen, twenty minutes later, Loki's page was filled with a beautiful blue whale. "I made a mistake, and now it's a vampire." Loki grinned.

From the other side of the bench, Tony raised an eyebrow then made a grab for the book. To his surprise, Loki put up no resistance, surrendering his artwork suspiciously easily.

"Huh. Vampire Whale. I like it." Tony took it over to his wall of iron man memorabilia, fishing a clump of blue tac from a draw as he went. As he went to rip the page from the book, a look of panic covered Loki's face, and he leapt across the room. Tony tore out the page, and hung it on the wall proudly. He turned round to Loki pulling the book from his hands. "Loki, what the h-"

As the book clattered to the floor, Tony saw the page behind the one he'd torn out.

In beautiful monotone was a human figure, him, stretched out Titanic style with the surreal glow of the arc a more than formidable replacement to the heart of the ocean.

Tony bent down slowly and picked up the book. Scanning through the pages he saw, they were all of him. Sitting working at his bench, him sleeping (Surprisingly didn't seem as creepy as it sounds), him with a scotch in his hands, and him half passed out on the sofa. There were countless sketches of his hands, his eyes, and of the arc.

"Loki…"

Loki looked at the floor awkwardly.

"Loki…" Tony took his hand and pulled him closer. With a touch to Loki's chin, Tony guided their lips together, meeting in a soft kiss.