A FrostIron drabble if you squint a little bit 8)
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Marvel/Iron Man/Loki
Tony was sitting on the roof of his newly rebuilt Stark Tower (well, Avengers Tower, he supposed) - the same that Loki destroyed some month or two ago. The filthy rich man wondered what happened with the bastard after Thor took him to Asgard.
Maybe Loki was assigned to guard asses.
Tony snickered. Wow, he was already very tipsy, maybe even drunk if he thought of such a silly idea. He looked at the scotch in the ridiculously expensive glass in his hand, the rich, brown liquid looking back.
It was weird, he thought, how often that stupidass God visited his mind. He didn't have time for that. He didn't have time for feelings.
Imagine his surprise when he heard that smooth voice, asking if a drink now would be okay.
He hadn't realised how much he had missed hearing words in that specific range of baritone.