Tony looked at the Norse god standing across the bar from him. "Are you scuffing my floors with those un-godly boots? No pun intended my friend." Tony casually poured a drink for the mischievous presence that had made its way into his living room. Loki stood across the room, staff in hand staring at the mortal before him with his cold dark eyes.
"It's Loki, right?" Tony sauntered over to the pale man in green and battle armor. "Or should I be referring to you as your majesty? Holiness? May I kiss your ring you highness?" Tony Stark handed the man shrouded in anger the scotch he was holding and took Loki's other hand pretending to kiss it daintily. He fiercely shook the cocky man from his slender extremity; Loki's cold glare seemed as if it would bore a hole into the cranium of the philanthropist opposite him. "I mean what's your title, seeing as how you are set on this taking over the world business." Tony sipped his scotch waiting for a reaction from the deity.
"Are you attempting to mock me, mortal?" Loki spoke clearly, his tone deadly. His voice seemed to hiss and growl at the same time.
"Oh I mean no disrespect you lordship." Tony said holding his hands up in mock defense, "But if I were you, Jehovah, I would be worried."
Loki actually stifled a laugh at this, as harsh and cold as it was, a laugh. "Me? I am a GOD! A being with more power and knowledge that any mere mortal could EVER understand! What would I ever have to fear?" He spat the word 'fear' from his lips as if it were some fowl taste he wished to wash from his mouth, a taste that he encountered more than he was leading on.
"You, Sir," Tony said casually walking back behind the bar. "should be quite worried about my super-secret boy-band backup singers." Loki's expression showed his confusion. Tony realized he should clarify. "You see me and all my super-duper crime fighters in tights will do whatever it takes to defend this city." Tony gulped down the last of his drink before saying, "Listen up Locus, I know your story. I know your family. Winning a pointless war and enslaving and entire race won't make you daddy's little girl! You can't make people love you this way." Loki's eyes softened and got darker, showing pain for a split second before masking it, Turing his expression hard once more.
"HAHAHAha." Loki cackled. Tony blinked in confusion to why this sudden outburst had happened, "Stark. Do you really think you and your band of kiddies is any match for my ARMY!" Tony noticed that at the end of sentences Loki tended to raise his voice, shaking the glasses in the liquor cabinet behind him.
"You may have an 'ARMY'," tony mockingly impersonated Loki's enthusiasm when repeating the word 'ARMY', "But we have a Hulk. SO yea, there is no way you will be KING of the world. It's not something us human tolerate. We will never fully bow down to you, never completely give in and we will NEVER AGAIN KNEEL!" Now it was Tony's turn to raise his voice and shake the walls. Tony had been looking Loki straight in the eye this whole time, never letting Loki out of his sight, never backing down. Tony could see the conflict in the God's eyes. His eyes flicked from hardened rage to a soft delicateness that made him look like he was about to cry. As if he was indecisive. Not just a war against humanity but a war against himself. Loki's eyes finally stayed cold and hard as ice as he threw down the untouched scotch in his hand shattering the glass.
"HEY!" Tony said point an accusing finger at the enraged deity, "Not cool man. Those are crystal." Loki's eyes burned with rage and pain and loss and denial that stark was right about his emotions. Loki shook off the emotion and disappeared into thin air. Tony stood their alone in his living room staring blankly at the spot Loki had previously occupied. "Was it something I said?" Tony asked out loud. That was Tony, always witty even when there was no one there to impress. Loki reappeared inches away from Tony's face. Tony could feel the immortal's cool breath on his face, for the first time tony sensed humanity. Tony looked into Loki's piecing green eyes and saw pain. More than any physical pain he could ever feel.
"Stark," Loki whispered so close he could feel Tony's breathe on his face. "You think you know my story huh?" Tony just stared at Loki who returned eye-contact. "Well then maybe it would be better if you were on my side." A smile tugged on the corners of The God of Mischief's mouth as he slowly touched Tony Stark's chest with his staff, a blue magic aura radiated off of it. When the tip made contact with Tony's chest it…. didn't do anything. Loki looked confused and tried again to coax the magic into Stark, again it did nothing. Loki looked back at Tony's face, smiling face.
"I'm not on ANYONES side." Tony said with a smirk. And with that he cupped his hand around the god's thin cold face and kissed him gently.
Tony Stark was not a generally a gentle person, but Tony had planned this out. The God of Mischief, though he had a mask of anger and resentment, was a fragile broken and often frightened being. Tony every so slightly touched his lips against Loki's who moved the muscles in his lips ever so slightly that it would seem unnoticeable. Tony noticed, and reacted. He kissed the deity slightly firmer than the first time and when he felt Loki's do the same he held Loki's face in his hands mouths interlocked like puzzle pieces. Tony let the feelings happen. Like dust in a sunbeam, suspended in the air. Then Tony, ever so slowly, pulled his face away from Loki's and opened his eyes. Loki was gone.