Hi guys~ An explanation of this project and more author's notes will be at the end of this chapter. :) But for now...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or any characters here.

Warnings: Slight cursing. Tsktsk Tony.

A - Archenemies

"'Sup, Reindeer Games?"

If Tony was anticipating a reaction from Loki (and he was), he was sorely disappointed. The only indication that the raven-haired man had heard him was a slight twitch of his dark eyebrows.

"Okay, not gonna talk to me, I get it. After all, we did kinda whip your ass-"

"I never said I wasn't going to talk to you, Stark." Loki shifted his head slightly, stretching his neck just enough to see Tony out of the corner of his eye. The genius leaned comfortably against the wall opposite Loki's cell, trying (and failing) to stop his eyes from trailing down the elegant lines of the Trickster God's throat. "Why have you come?" Genuine, if seemingly misplaced, curiosity flickered crossed Loki's features.

"C'mon sweet-cheeks, do I need a really need a reason?" Ignoring the god's exasperated expression, Tony grinned and leaned across the narrow hallway.

"Considering it's you, I would say no," Loki said wryly. He then stood and rolled his shoulders languidly, as if he had been sitting in the same position for quite some time. "However...it does seem rather unlike my...guards to allow me company of those other than your agents."

"Hey, don't group me in with those guys. And that reminds me, what's it like to be SHIELD's pet?" Tony's grin faltered as Loki's previously open, if sardonic, expression darkened and his pale lips thinned ominously. "Wait, I didn't mean-"

"I'm aware of your intentions, Stark." Loki took several steps toward the other man, eyes glinting fiercely, burning sizzling hole through Tony's soul. He knew he should be afraid; hell, it was a miracle Loki hadn't broken out of his cell and murdered all the agents on base at the time; but something about the god made Tony weak at the knees, and any fear he might have felt was overpowered by a fierce longing, a want he couldn't control.

"No, you don't. Don't... I'm not here to mock you or anything-"

"I know."

"-I'm not that much- Wait, what?"

"I said, I know. Your feelings are not as secret as you believe, Anthony Stark. Even when we met in your home-"

"Met? You chucked me out a window."

Loki pointedly ignored the human's interruption. "When we...had our encounter in your tower, I could feel your attraction. You do well in masking it, but you cannot hide your emotions from me."

Tony stood stock still, mere inches away from the perforated glass of Loki's cell, unable to tear his eyes away from the god's face. "Maybe I don't want to hide it." The man's voice was quiet. "Maybe I want you to know."

In truth, there was so much more he wanted than that. Tony's mind was an unfathomable maze of uncertainty and self-doubt, but if there was anyone who could sort through, or simply understand his twisted mind, it was Loki. He needed, more than anything, a kindred spirit, someone to turn his thoughts inside out. He wanted to bare his soul; at worst, it would be ripped away from him, and then, at least, he would be rid of it.

"...We are enemies, Stark." Loki's voice was distant, but not cold.

"I don't care."

"I nearly killed you and your 'team' several times."

"Still don't care." Tony held up his thumb and forefinger in a small circle. "Zero fucks given."

"I'm dangerous."

"No me importa."

Loki quirked an eyebrow and sighed through his nose. "You're so difficult."

"Most people would say I'm easy." Tony shrugged.

"Bedroom humor? I should have expected it, I suppose." Loki's voice regained it's quality of barely contained sarcasm as took the last few steps to the glass of his cell. His emerald eyes lingered on the human's hand pressed against the pane before traversing lazily up to the man's chest. Sensing Tony's ravenous gaze digging into his skin, Loki bit his lip and glanced upwards.

"Okay, I know you're only doing that to tease me, and I don't care. You're coming home with me." Tony crossed his arms and turned away from the glass as if the words alone settled the matter. Loki chuckled.

"I wouldn't be so sure. What about your little superhero pals?"

Tony scoffed and checked his watch. "Eh, fuck 'em. I do what I want. And it's my house." He glanced sideways at the god. "You free for lunch? I know this great pizza place, but it closes at three."

Loki snorted and allowed a small cloud of magic to seep through his skin, directing it's energy to changing his clothes. "I believe I can make it, if your agents don't get in the way."

Tony grinned widely as a particularly dashing God of Mischief appeared at his side, complete with a long, forest green overcoat to combat the chilly winter air. "So you can just leave whenever you want?"

"I have been for months. The mortals can't prevent me from leaving, and have stopped trying."

"So that's why you haven't smashed out and killed everyone?" Loki snorted in response. "Well, that's convenient, my recently-reformed friend."

Loki smirked, accepting Tony's proffered arm. "Who said anything about reformed?"

"Dating my archenemy...? I'm surprisingly okay with that."

So this is gonna be a little challenge that I wanna do throughout the summer to keep me writing. A collection of kind of related, short oneshots of FrostIron fluff based on random words in alphabetical order, yay! First one was archenemies, which was given to me by a random word generator. My mind was blown with the perfection.

Anyway, I'm gonna try to update this every day, 'cause the stories will be short. If anyone wants to suggest words for the next letter (B in this case), I'd be sooooo thrilled~ Nouns are best. :)

This is gonna be total, super adorable fluff. With lots of Loki sarcasm... Rated because I don't know where this might go... So...follow if you want, and review if you liked it! 3