'Gods, where is he?' Tony asked himself almost running through the streets around the Tower.
He and Loki had fought, again. Although, this time, the prince was really pissed and literally ran out of the Tower to god knows where.
Starting to loose hope, Tony miraculously heard the voice he had come to love through the previous months.
"Sugar, sugar." The voice sang from inside a bar across the street.
Once there, Stark was unsure as to what he should do – be angry, sad, relieved or simply laugh. There on the stage, his boyfriend was totally drunk, wrapped in colorful feather poas and holding a microphone while the probably intoxicated patrons sang along to "Do ya think I'm sex".
"If you want my body,
and ya think I'm sexy,
girl you should let me know"
Tony is on the stage by his side before reason can stop him."Babe, Loki, stop it. Let's go home." A surprised, though still sloshed, look cross the other's face. He drops the microphone, what doesn't diminish the voices around them.
"Wha'for Tone? You don'need me anyway." He mutters, barely managing to be understandable.
"I do, Loki! I'm sorry for saying that. I love you."
"Do ya? For real?" Oh gods, those puppy dog yes would be the death of him one day.
"Yes, for real. Now let's go." Tony says while trying to drag him out of hat dreadful place.
"Nooo, the song. Gotta finish." As if the song wasn't over already.
"You already know I think you're sexy, why asking?" That got a crocked smile out of the prince, who gave up the singing in favor of quite literally falling in the billionaire's arms.
Stumbling, both went back to the Tower to spend the night together as always. After all, who were them without the everlasting fights and make up sex?
a.n.: gosh, I honestly don't know where htis came from. probably reading too much frostiron, listening to "do ya think I'm sexy" in repeat and serious lack of sleep.
lots of love as always, 'cause in my state I'm saying 'I love you' even to my iron man cushion...