Summary: Tony Stark is known as one of the world's bigest playboys. The god and villian Loki becomes fed up with Tony's little womanizing, and decides to teach him a lesson.
Rated T for cussing, alcahol and eventual Slash/Frostiron.
Author Note: I love anyone and everyone who reads this. ^ouo^ Thank you! Takes place After Avengers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel's Avengers, though I wish I owned Loki. ASDFGHJKL; No Men/women/genderbends were harmed in the making of this fanfiction.
The wild, out of control party at Stark Manor had ended many hours before, the energy dying down after the host himself had disappeared. With a shake of the head, the man folded his hands behind his back. For hours he watched the mansion. People came, music blared and lights flashed, and then they all went home. He began to grow weary. When would be the perfect time to strike?
A movement caught his vigilant emerald eyes, drawing his attention to the woman who was leaving, heading towards a black car that had shown up a few minutes before. The god was disgusted. He now knew why the drunkard host had disappeared. He continued to watch until the slender woman climbed into the black SUV after fixing her skimpy red dress. She was exactly the type Stark would have a one night stand with. Back on Asgard, women weren't treated as objects the way the billionaire treated some. Did he have no ounce of humanity? The god of mischief grew angered at this, and quickly composed himself.
Loki would have to teach Tony a lesson, it seems. His moment's plans, the Avengers as a whole, could wait. With barely a smirk, he turned and disappeared into the night.
Sunlight hit his face, causing him to roll over. Not now... He thought, shielding his eyes. Too hung over to speak, he simply stood and looked around for a shirt. On the end of the bed laid his black button down business shirt from the party the night before. Oh, well. It would do until he took a proper shower when either A) The hangover ended, or B) he got more liquid poison in his body. Tony went with the latter as he got up and made his way to the door. Right now, all he wanted was some Tylenol, coffee, water, anything.
He groaned internally as he heard voices from the livingroom. He had forgotten that Fury had planned an Avengers meeting for the morning. With an eye roll, he entered the living room. All eyes moved to Tony, and all instantly grew wide. Even Fury showed shock over his usual scowl he would greet the billionaire with.
"Tony?!" Steve asked, glancing away along with an overly shocked Pepper, Fury and Clint. Thor looked mortified before also looking away.
"What?" He asked, and looked startled at the sound of his voice. It was... light and high. He looked down and quickly pulled the shirt on, which hung off of his body loosely. He probably should have put it on in the hallway.
"What happened to you?!" Bruce asked, looking between just as horrified as Tony felt and confused.
"JARVIS, mirror," Tony demanded, and one of the windows tinted into a reflection. Quickly, Stark moved over and stared into his reflection. Correction, her reflection. Instead of his brown, choppy hair and goatee, chocolate curls that belonged to a nimble (and quite attractive) woman cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Quickly, she unbuttoned the top three plastic buttons and saw the reactor, just above her bust line. Yes, she was in fact Tony Stark. But...
Thor cleared his throat from the couch. "Well, this is certainly awkward. It seems that Loki has become fed up with Tony's actions with his female acquaintances." Fury gave a snort, folding his hands behind his back and resuming his normal disapproving look.
Clint and Natasha were both snickering, watching Tony wheel around from the mirror. "This isn't funny! Why are you laughing?!" He- she- squeaked out.
"Well, Tony, you kind of deserve this," Pepper flushed as the used-to-be-a-man glared at her. "You do have a lot of one-night stands."
Everyone jumped at the new voice. "Back on Asgard, it was considered highly intolerable if a gentleman were to tarnish a woman in the ways you do, Man of Iron."
"Loki!" Thor stood, looking at his brother. Clint drew his bow, and both Fury and Natasha drew guns.
"Turn me back!" Tony yelled, her voice catching as she heard herself. Loki just gave an amused smile.
"Perhaps. After you learn some manners. A gentleman- if you can even be called that- should treat a woman fairly." Clint's arrow lodged into the wall as the God of Lies and mischief disappeared in a swirl of glittering green smoke.
Tony groaned, leaning against the glass. "God damn it.. Nat, can I borrow some clothes?"
An hour later, Tony was sitting on the couch dressed in a black pair of Natasha's yoga shorts and a Muse tee that he had taken from her own closet. A glass of brandy was in her timid hand, ice clinking every time she nursed a sip. The tension in the air was as thick as molasses. Fury was the first to break the silence. "Stark, look what you've gone and done now."
"Me?" SHe raised her eyebrows, leaning forward. "Please, explain how this is my fault?"
"Well, maybe if you weren't the stupidest genius in this universe, this wouldn't have happened. We can't send a woman out of the field if something horrible comes up- With the exception of agent Romanoff,-" He added as Nat gave a cold Russia glare, "-and just how the hell do you expect to get into your Iron Man suit?"
Tony thought for a moment, taking a drink. "Thor, is there any way to reverse this without Loki's help?"
"I am sorry, my friend. I know of no such way," The blonde god spoke. "You are lucky. Normally, if my brother were to punish someone for their acts against women, they were not as lucky as you."
"That makes me feel fuzzy inside," She muttered.
"This is no time for joking!" Pepper yelled at her. Wincing, Tony looked over.
"Jeeze, this isn't the worst thing that has happened to me, Potts."
"Damn near!" She shrieked.
"Everyone, just calm down," Steve said, sitting straight in his chair as always. Tony rolled her eyes at him. Such an ass-kisser. "We need to think of something to do about Tony. Doesn't he- uh.. she..?- have a meeting today with some other company?" She paled at Steve's question.
"Pepper-?" She nodded.
"You do have a meeting."
"Post-pone it," Fury commanded, and Peps nodded before heading off to make a few calls. Tony groaned, covering her face with her hands.
"This has to be the worst thing ever. How am I supposed to do anything?"
"Not our problem," Fury growled, looking at the group. "If we're done discussing this matter for the moment, I would like to start the meeting I originally intended. We can deal with this as we go. It seems Mrs. Stark here is going to be like this for a while.
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