Author's Note: I am bored, tired and depressed. What better time to write a frostiron than this, huh?
Chapter 1
Loki looked aimlessly at the lavish garden, below him, illuminated, not by the natural shine of the moon as it should be on such a glorious night but artificial lamps, excessive lamps-all ruining the appeal. At least to him, anyways. The owners probably wanted everything of theirs on display. Not, probably, definitely.
The Alfeim's party was another of those atrocious social events that was just a battleground to show off one's wealth and battleground it was, each trying to stand victorious, and if you couldn't compete, you may as well leave and never dare return for this was not a place for the fallen. It is unspoken but spoken about you are, looked down upon. If your stocks went down, and you could no longer go the Hamptons every week, you may as well stop coming.
The ladies wore nothing but the most exclusive jewellery, made just for them and if one were to upstage them, they were victims of envious glares, behind the false tittering of compliments. Men were somewhat better as they exchanged news of their latest business success and got patted on the backs and shook hands with every other person they believed to be their prospective clients while they no doubt thought of their mistresses- mistresses, who their wives deigned unnecessary to know about. There were gold diggers and affairs and salacious scandals, hidden within like the most scandalous dress, so enticing and revealing but the important parts, hidden strategically. Mothers, oh they were the worst! Mothers, with daughters, were like hounds, they could smell the nearest eligible bachelor, like hounds can smell blood, only for the animals their daughters were not bargaining chips for a climb on the social ladder.
Loki hated these parties, which was why he was out on the balcony of the ballroom at the west wing, seemingly isolated from all the vultures and Botox and sweaty hands. Nobody came here, he knew because he had always come here since he was a small child, lost in the world of colognes and French perfumes and elegant eve garments and caviars and champagnes.
He had found this place when he needed a place to hide for a game of hide and seek that Thor's friend had surprisingly invited him to play. Thor's friend had never liked him and had made it clear every time when Thor wasn't around, so he was surprised when they invited him to play because Thor hadn't been able to attend the party as he had chicken pox. Loki was genuinely pleased to have someone willingly play with him. He had agreed only to realize later that it was a cruel joke as he had remained hidden on the balcony, the entrance to which was slightly covered by the heavy drapes. He had stayed there for hours, in the cold night wind and nobody had come looking for him. At first, he had thought he was just very well hidden but when even when the noise from the ballroom had faded to a small hush and the blinding lights from the garden were being dimmed, he knew he had been fooled. He was angry but not any more than father, who had been looking for him everywhere. When he had reentered the ballroom, Odin had been so furious, taking him by his arm and shaking and shouting at him. All he remembered from the night after that was that he had cried all night till dawn while mother had held him in her arm. He had fallen asleep on her lap.
And since that day, he had always come here to his special spot, every time the Alheim family had a party. Nobody came to this place and we would be left undisturbed for the rest of the night. He went back just before he knew Odin would begin looking for him, not that he cared what the old man thought. Odin would mostly be introducing everyone to Thor, the poster child, anyways.
So, it was a surprise when he held the French doors to the balcony open beside him.
He looked at the two figures that had entered from the dark corner of the rounded balcony that he was leaning against. He was pretty sure the others wouldn't notice right away, not the way one of them was busy shouting at the other. He was going to tell them to find their own balcony but something in him couldn't say it because what the man was saying to his son just cut through him. He had heard those very same words himself after all.
"-selfish and you only care about yourself. Do you have any idea, how you just humiliated me out there. Of course you don't care. I don't know I haven't disowned you yet. You are worthless" The man was yelling as he shook the shorter boy. Loki couldn't see the son's face but he did recognize the face of one Howard Stark. So, the man was yelling at his son, whose exact name he couldn't recall at this very moment. It was Robert or something like that. Loki had vaguely heard of the son, some kind of protégée, destined to follow in his father's footsteps but from the looks of it, not so much.
It seemed Howard was finally drained of every last drop of insult, and left with a huff leaving behind his son who had turned away from the door and was leaning over the balcony clutching the banister. Loki stared at the broad back of the figure, and the back of the unruly dark mop of hair, though in the lights, it looked golden.
"That was quite a show, huh?" a voice jarred him out of his thoughts and realized the mop of hair had turned and he was now facing the owner of the voice and the unruly mop of hair. The light was casting dark shadows on the boy and he couldn't really see him very well but he had no need to. If this was an attempt at small talk, he would rather throw the boy off the balcony.
Loki scoffed.
"I've seen better." Loki replied, inclining his head in faux politeness and equally faux smile.
Despite the shadows, Loki saw an amused eyebrow rise at his statement.
"I am Tony." The boy said, well the boy wasn't really a boy but a man. He looked about his own age, so mid 20s, he assumed.
Loki sighed and pushed himself up from his position but something made him not turn immediately and leave.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" 'Tony' asked jokingly before Loki could reply and Loki just rolled his eyes.
"Looked like it got yours when your father was having a go at you." Loki smoothly said. He knew it was a low blow, very much off the rules but Loki never played by the books, anyways.
Loki had expected a lash out but all he got was an indifferent shrug.
"Learned to tune Howard out when I was a kid. Good skill, too since the man can speak a mile about me. Nothing good, I promise you." Tony said winking but despite, Tony's cheerful tone to match the large grin he was sporting, Loki saw the slight hurt that shimmered underneath. He knew the feeling very well but he wasn't going to go cuddle and talk about feelings with every other person that came in with daddy issues.
"You call your father, Howard. Interesting." Loki instead opted to say.
Tony just shrugged "What do you call yours?"
"Father." Loki said simply, a small smirk played at his lips and then he added. "Odin at times."
"Like the Odin & Odinsons?" Tony exclaimed loudly, pointing an excited index finger towards Loki's direction. "You are an Odinson? No offense, but I thought he had that one son, the giant blonde one, you know?
Loki didn't answer for a while. Of course, everyone knew Thor and only Thor. Loki was no more than an adopted burden. He had a few sharp words as a reply but again before he could speak, Tony broke the silence
"No, offense to your brother or anything but he doesn't look very smart." He heard Tony say and when he looked up Tony was much closer than before. When did that happen? "And speaking of looks, if I had a son, who looked like you, I would have told him to hide as well. Not with those vultures running around!" Tony mimed gagging. Loki's anger fled and his lips twitched in bemusement.
"What ever gave you the impression I was hiding?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You are in the west wing of the hall. No one ever comes to the west wing of the hall plus you are on the balcony, unless you really love the view of the garden, there isn't a point and if you wanted to be seen on the balcony, admiring the garden, which I have no idea people like doing, you would be on the east wing, you know the one where you can see the waterfall and shit?!" Tony said in one breath and Loki stared in faint amusement. "But most importantly, this is a real great place to get a blowjob! North wing is good for that too, now that I think about it..."
Loki raised an amused eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. This was far more interesting than most nights.
"But I don't see anyone else so I deduced hiding unless you are with your hand?" Tony said, in turn raising his own eyebrow, waggling it a bit before shrugging "But I see them on the banister and they look fairly dry to me unless you are like having performance issues…"
"I think you should stop talking stark." Loki interrupted. He had no wish to hear much blabber from a drunk; he could tell from the stench coming from the other's mouth that Tony was very drunk. But for a drunk, the man could form very coherent sentences. "As entertaining as this is, you are embarrassing yourself."
"So, you do know me." Tony said and Loki almost rolled his eyes.
"Yes, the man shouting at you was Howard Stark and you called yourself his son. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together." Loki drawled sarcastically.
Stark had opened his mouth, no doubt to reply something "humorous" when a loud music began to play. The music was rock and completely in contrast to the place so he wasn't very surprised when Tony pulled out a phone from his pocket and started singing along to it.
"-no stop signs, no speed limit!" but before the ring died, Tony had picked up the call and suddenly the balcony was silent, much more than before, only faint classical music penetrating through the cracks in the door.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Tony answered the phone and Tony's voice was different, the tone was different. It was suddenly flirtatious and cocky and suave and dangerous.
"Alright, see you in 5!" And with that he ended the call and placed it back into his pockets
Loki was slightly taken aback as Tony abruptly turned to him with a smile and said "Oh well, my beautiful non-genius Odinson, this is where the night ends for us. I think I may have gotten myself some business at the north wing." Tony winked but added a little hesitantly "It was nice to talk to someone for a change without the other telling how much they hate you."
There was so much sincerity to it and probably that was the reason why, when Tony had opened the door to walk back in, Loki shouted at him, "My name is Loki."
Loki wasn't sure if the other had heard him but Tony turned back with a grin.
"Well, see you again soon the, Loki!" Tony said and with a two finger salute, he was gone.
Loki merely shook his head, completely unaware of the small smile on his face.
End Notes: So, there we have it folks! The first installment! What is your opinion? Is it worth continuing and spending my worthless time over? ( ´∀`)
But, I will be honest with you folks! I am not really the one for regular updates so it may take me weeks to swing by with another chapter sometimes, that is if I don't get bored just give in to writer's block. For, this story however, I am planning to make updates twice a week. Friday and Tuesdays. If not two updates, I will try my best to deliver at least a single update each week, Friday being the delivery date. (◡‿◡✿)
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