"Lie down with meeeee"

"No, Tony. I am *achoo!* sick *sniffle* and I can't make you sick *sniff* too!" The god pushed Tony's arm away, and added "later, ok?" because Tony's face told he was crestfallen.

The illness had come a few days ago- probably a bad cold. Still, It was best to be cautious. It was bad enough Loki being ill, but Tony too? Fury would explode. Doom would have a field day.

Loki stood there wrapped in one of his scarves, a borrowed jumper (courtesy of a grumbly Clint), sweats and a big dressing gown. He held his coffee in both hands, close to his nose and face, sipping occasionally. Tony lay on the sofa, and together they watched the snowflakes fall outside. Tony grabbed Loki's shoulders and pulled him down with him.

"Gimme your worst." He grinned as the god's looks of protest softened and he put his arm around the god. Loki leaned his head against Tony's and they watched the tiny specks of snow form a glistening white blanket outside.

ACHOOOO
Everything went black.

"Loki... the fuck... what..."

Tony woke up seconds later, sprawled on the floor. He sat up, faster than he would have liked, and the world started spinning. He fell back down. He breathed, his breaths fast and sharp. He sat up, slower this time. He looked around the room and saw... himself? He scratched his head in thought and he felt hair that wasn't his. He stood up and looked at his hands and down at himself.

"Fuck."

Loki came to shortly after."Tony... wait... me?"

"Hi."

"Oh dear."

"Yup."

"Did I screw up again?" He rubbed his- Tony's- head

"The fact that you have to say again is sad enough." Tony replied, and helped sit Loki up, and propped him up on a cushion.

"I must have sneezed and in controllable released a spell and switched us"

"Switch us back then."

"It doesn't work like that Tony. I'm afraid you're stuck like this for a while." Loki sighed.

"Wait so does this mean-" Tony was cut of mid sentence as he sneezed (rather violently)He shuddered as Loki nodded.

"I'm so sorry" Loki put his hand on Tony/Loki's shoulders.

"Don't be, I get to stay in bed and sneeze while you go fight."

Loki sighed. "Oh, right. The suit of iron you wear."

"And I'm never going to get used to this voice. It's so... ok it's sexy I'll give you that. But it's really strange being inside someone else's body and having a whole new voice."

"How do you think I feel?" Loki gingerly stood up. "You are much more... lacking in size than me. A bigger stature."

"Are you calling me fat?" Tony joked.

"Oh no I am sor-" He saw his own face laughing at him and he stopped. He just could not get the hang of midgardian humour...

Showering was the real problem. And any sort of romantic action. One would be constantly paranoid about what went on in the shower and wonder what the other was doing. Sex was virtually impossible, it was really awkward. "Loki..."

"What?" Loki murmured.

"I'm gonna have to teach you to use the iron man suit."

"Can't we just tell fury and you can use it?"

"Tell fury? You serious? Hell no, he'll smack us into a different dimension."

"...I understand."

"Tomorrow?"

Loki sighed deeply. "Alright."