Well, it hit forty, so... Here you guys go! First, it's gonna be a little sad. I mean, come on. Put yourself in Tony's shoes! So there's only going to be around four to five mini-stories, and the first is... Involving Lokitty and some DRINKING WHAT LOKI NOWAY

Loki spent a week at Tony's house. The inventor was curious as to why, and found out later that Thor had actually technically smuggled Loki onto Earth without Odin's consent. That little fact made Tony giggle. However, being a long haired, horned frost giant with no memories of Midgard, Loki stuck out like a painfully sore thumb. He was every inch of curiousness he was before he'd lost his memories, especially when it came to Lokitty.

"This creature," he started, lightly scratching the cat behind the ears, "is truly magnificent. What is it named?"

"Uhh, that's a cat, and his name is Lokitty. You named him," Tony added the last part quickly, as if trying not to seem like some weirdo obsessing over something that obviously hadn't happened in Loki's mind.

"Really? Fascinating..." Loki smiled briefly at the inventor, then continued to pet Lokitty. The black cat mewed, seemingly happy that his master had -although different in many ways- returned once more.

Tony actually had a hard time looking at the new king of Jotunheim, seeing as though the angle of his face, and the markings from the first time seemed to strike him off guard. He felt his heart lurch a little, then give an uneasy thump as he approached the Jotun. "Thirsty?" Tony finally managed to choke out.

"As a matter of fact, I do believe I am." Loki turned and smiled wider, a glint of recognition once more in his reddish-orange eyes.

"Well here ya g-"

"I believe you were supposed to call me fancy there, Mr Stark." Loki winked at the inventor's gaping face and took the glass from his outstretched hand. He tipped it back -so unusual for Loki, now that Tony remembered it-, and shuddered as the alcohol made scorching paths down his throat as he swallowed. The king set the glass down and shook his head every so slightly.

Thor clapped his half-brother on the shoulder and gave him a firm shake as Loki quivered. "Is this ale not different than that offered on Asgard?"

Loki shot a glance at Thor and nodded, a laugh bubbling up. "Yes, it is definitely a new experience for me." Loki shoved the thunder god's hand off of him playfully. "Ha ha, never suggest it to me again! I felt as if I was going to burn from the inside!"

"But it is a good burn, is it not?"

"Aye, it is."

Tony was still frozen to the spot as Loki continued to talk with Thor, unable to form a thought besides he remembers. The inventor watched this new Loki, the one who hadn't been treated like crap in the beginning, the Loki that didn't see the need to be arrogant and evil when he was king and was friends with his half-brother.

Tony wondered if he wanted this Loki, or if this new Loki wanted him.

Then he wondered if he was bringing back painful memories that Loki would much rather keep locked behind that wave of brain-wipe or whatever it was Odin did.

"Stark," Loki's voice brought him out of his reverie, and Tony smiled like the good little host he was.

"Yeah?"

"I was told you drink many more glasses than I. So why have you not drunk?"

"Uh, because I'm not thirsty at this second?"

"Drink with us, Stark." Loki said, pouring himself another glass of scotch. "Be a good host."

"I'd rather not drink with Th-" Tony started.

"Drink with me, then," Loki countered, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Tony felt his face heat up.

"An offer I wish I could refuse," Tony began, his playboy façade rising up from the ashes. It had been too long since he'd needed it. "Oh, wait. I can. I said I'm not thirsty, Lokes."

Loki rolled his eyes and took another shot straight to the head. Tony bit back a laugh at the sight, remembering how, before, Loki would shy away from liqueur. The king gave his head a shake, as if to get rid of the burn, and plopped onto Tony's couch, looking around at everything that surrounded him.

"I like your home, Stark. It's nice." Loki let his gaze linger on Tony for a longer time, and the genius felt desire burn inside him.

"Will you not sit with me?" then, to his brother: "You never told me the son of Stark was so attractive."

"I did not feel attracted brother-"

"Thankful for that over here," Tony chimed, walking over and sitting next to the king of Jotunheim, who snickered.

"-to this man, so I did not describe him as such." Thor finished with a hearty laugh.

Loki was just about to speak when the "Hello Moto" ringtone interrupted him mid-breath. Tony knew for a fact he didn't own a Motorola, and he figured -judging by Loki's facial expression of mass confusion- that Loki didn't either.

"Hello?"

Loki and Tony both turned to look, with drastic, almost comically identical stares, and widened their eyes incredulously at the God of Thunder wielding none other than a plastic flip phone in his hand. He seemed to be having a discussion on whoever was on the other line, and Tony and Loki both exchanged confused glances.

They both flinched slightly as Thor snapped the phone shut, signalling the end of his conversation. "Jane needs me for something big and important. I should only be gone for a day, perhaps more. Stark, do you think I could... Trust Loki in your hands?"

Tony felt a lump form in his throat and the guilt the bile that rose in the back of it. He swallowed all the memories down before speaking up. "Yeah, of course. You're safe with me, right Loki?"

"I do not see why this is such a big d-aaaaaaah~" Loki laid to the side and pushed his face into Lokitty's fur, having noticed the cat had just hopped onto the couch. Tony momentarily forgot about the past and laughed at Loki nuzzling his cat.

"I think we'll be fine," Tony said as he shooed the demigod off with a dismissive hand. "I'll make sure he doesn't love the cat to death or something."

And with that, Thor left, leaving Loki and Tony and Lokitty all alone. "I do not understand why he worries over me. so much. He is not my father." Loki sat up and frowned, still petting Lokitty. "My father is dead. And Asgardians tend to hate the Frost Giants."

"Well maybe he wants your secrets."

"That would be productive to him did he not know them all already."

"Power, then?"

"They actually returned to us our source of power."

"That's weird." Tony wrapped his arm around Loki, and the King of Jotunheim leaned over, resting his head on Tony's shoulder and tilting his head so that his horns did not impale the man in the neck.

"Indeed it is... I wish I knew what it was he hides from me." Loki sat up, yet he did not shy away from Tony's touch.

"Sometimes, it's better to be in the dark about some stuff." Tony turned and looked at Loki, his eyebrows raised slightly. "I think you should just let whatever's going through his head go through. Which is very little, if you stop and think about it."

Loki snickered and looked into Tony's eyes, the smile on his own face reaching them. Instinctively, Tony leaned closer, stopping only when he'd felt the tips of Loki's mouth brush his own. The Jotun was frozen with surprise, ironically, and it was the hesitation and the change of breath that stopped Tony.

"St-Stark..?" Loki asked as Tony, red-faced and embarrassed, pulled away. The inventor pulled his arm back and stood, walking to the kitchen and downing a half of a bottle of scotch. Loki just sat there, still petting Lokitty and wondering if that had almost actually happened.

He wondered why Tony was suddenly so confusing to him now. Did he know what Thor was hiding, too?

Or was this a different secret, one he'd have to find out on his own?