Idle Hands
Chapter 1
Tony was bored. It had been months. Months of uninterrupted calm since Loki had been defeated. Apparently the show of force that the Avengers had demonstrated in taking him down had made the villains of earth think twice about their plans. There was only so much time he could spend in his lab, and with Pepper handling the day to day of Stark industries, Tony was left with far too much down time. Ordinarily this problem could be solved quite easily, there were always party goers who would be more than happy to be blessed with his magnificent presence. However now that he was Iron Man, one of earth's mightiest heroes, he had something of a reputation to protect, besides the lecture he would get from Pepper wouldn't be worth it for a single evening of distraction. And so he found himself on a Wednesday night sitting in his penthouse at Stark towers, immeasurably bored and blaming Loki for every second of it.
Loki, the name brought many thoughts to mind. The most prominent of which was of course the memory of being hurled out of a window, but really that kind of experience tended to leave a strong impression. The second strangely enough was his eyes. Tony remembered the look in his eyes seconds before said hurling occurred. Those eyes held so much rage, and pain, and sorrow. Tony got the distinct impression that no one hated Loki more than Loki. All that bravado and grandstanding, all the drama, he seemed to be the type of man who wished to scrawl his name in the flesh of the universe. He seen to scream with his every action, I may not be loved but I will be seen, and I will be heard, and I will be remembered. Frighteningly enough tony supposed he could understand that feeling. He remembered, in that second, when he could barely breathe for those long white digits wrapped around his throat, he looked into Loki's eyes and saw beauty. It was like looking up at the sky though the eye of a storm. Even with the destruction the storm causes. Even with the evidence of all its fury and terror lain about, that one moment of eerie calm, holds such beauty. These thought all ran through his mind quickly on that day and the next thing he knew he was in free-fall and they were pushed to the back of his mind. But now in the quite of his tower they resurfaced.
When Tony realized that he had in fact been musing on the rather startlingly beauty of Thor's brother's eyes for the past half hour, he quickly came to the conclusion that a lecture from Pepper might be worth it after all. Besides who was he to deprive the nightlife his presence, and it's not like anyone really expected him to behave like a saint, hero or no. If the woman he found in his bed the next morning was in possession of raven hair and startling green eyes, he chose not to examine it too closely.
He took it back the lecture wasn't worth it. Good lord, this woman was the only one on the face of the planet who could actually make him feel guilty. Needless to say his explanation that he had been bored had hardly gone over very well with Pepper. After lecturing him on how 'He had a responsibility to set an example as a hero' and how she 'really thought he had made it past all this', Pepper had exacted her vengeance via the most despicable means possible. Paperwork.
"If you're in such desperate need of entertainment, HERE!", she said as she plunked down a huge pile of contracts in need of his perusal and or signature. Tony complained, he cajoled, he…alright he begged, but Pepper would not be moved. About halfway through the pile, Tony was vaguely sure that this sort of punishment could be constituted as a human rights violation, but Pepper had instructed Jarvis to tattle on him if he skived off. Betrayed, by his own creation. The work wasn't exactly scintillating, and Tony found that his mind began to drift. The guilt over his actions had now molded into annoyance. Now not only was he bored, he was stuck enduring this painful activity. And once again he found it was Loki's fault. The man/god/thing wasn't even in this solar system and he still managed to cause mischief. Tony found his aggravation only increased when he realized the direction his thoughts had drifted once again. Loki, it seemed idle hands drifted towards devils after all.
AN: So this is my very first fic...be gentle.