Chapter 1

Frostiron is officially one of my OTPs. NOW. This story is gonna take a while for the actual smut to get happening – maybe a bit of fluff to start off with – and hopefully shall feature randomness at every corner. And it will start with just Avengers shizzles, but I hope to possibly do a crossover in a chapter somewhere… Maybe. Enjoy.

Tony sat slumped in the bar stool. What time was it… 11pm. No, midnight. Oh, whatever. This alcohol wasn't good. So why couldn't he stop drinking it…

He sighed. Life wasn't going so great. Correction – life with Pepper wasn't going so great. They'd basically broken up. They hadn't technically but – well it's what he wanted, and he was pretty damn sure it's what she wanted to. And now she was dictating to him about his drinking habits? Yeah, well she could hardly keep an eye on every bar in New York City. So there. Score for Tony.

He groaned again, before finishing his shot in one and slamming the glass down on the table just as a man went to take the seat next to him. He jumped, although, Tony barely noticed in his drunken haze, not because of the sudden movement. The man had looked at Tony – one look, and had jumped right out of skin.

He wasn't really that scary, was he?

Oh, whatever.

The man looked familiar, but Tony couldn't put his finger on where he'd seen him before. He had strawberry blonde curly hair, with a smattering of scruffy yet appealing stubble that stretched across his elegantly sharp cheekbones, and he had piercing blue eyes.

Well, Tony assumed they would be piercing. They were pointedly avoiding him right now, as the body attached to them was sitting down at the other end of the bar. Sat silently, twiddling his thumbs. Not looking at Tony.

Tony frowned. People don't just not look at Tony. He was too good for that. He wasn't exactly gay or anything, but he was far from being 100% straight, and that man over there was just way too good looking to be ignored.

And he was so familiar.

Way too familiar.

The man caught Tony staring. Tony smiled. The man did not.

In fact, the look on his face was far from smiling – was that fear Tony could see?

But he didn't have a chance to determine who the man was or why he was looking so scared, for he was already throwing on his leather jacket as he damn near sprinted out of the tiny bar, through the cigarette smoke and out into the night.

'Hey – wait!' Tony fell out of his stool and crawled after the man, making it out of the door just as there was a sudden flash of green light. He looked around, confused. There was no one there.

Maybe he'd imagined it.

No, he can't have…

Oh crap.

Tony doubled over, throwing up the contents of the night's alcohol into the street, much to his own disgust.

Just. Great.

Meanwhile, a whole other world away in a dirty prison cell, there was the same flash of green light, and the God of Mischief tumbled out of it, his hair changing from blonde to black as he fell, his eyes shimmering from a bright blue to a deep green.

Of course he just had to jump into Tony Stark of all people.

Well.

Could have been that Banner fellow.

He rolled over onto his back on the hard stone floor, and let out a dry sob. It wasn't fair. He could make these little escapes from his prison all he wanted, but he always had to return.

He was just too scared of what could happen if they realised he was missing – and Loki did not scare easily.

So yeah sorry if it's all looking a bit like 'wtf is going on' – I'll make it clear over the next couple of chapters. Just so you know – Loki just like changed his appearance with magic whilst in NYC, with the hope of staying unnoticed.