A/N: So I was watching 11's last episode and had the thought that Tony would totally be a sassy TARDIS and Loki would be the one to have fun and try to take him on. This could end up being a full story, but I wrote it as a oneoff, but if there's enough interest I can go on. It was fun though.

I don't own the Avengers, Tony Stark, Loki, anything Doctor Who, The Doctor or the TARDIS, I just own my imagination.


Tony hummed and smiled as fingers carded through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. He wasn't usually so needy for the touch, but after a long, and spontaneous, journey, it was exactly what he needed in his tired state. "If I didn't know you better," Tony said quietly, eyes closed as Loki played with his hair, "I'd say that you love tempting fate."

Loki snorted and Tony smiled wider. "You know he's going to find me sooner or later, and if we keep taking trips it'll be sooner."

"I can't tell who you're more afraid of seeing," Loki commented, looking at the engineer. He had one arm around Tony's waist as they lounged on the couch. It was dark outside and everyone in the Tower was asleep. "Him, or your sister." Tony pouted a little.

"She'll just yell at me," Tony said through his pout. "He'll ask too many questions. he'll talk more than I do." Loki made a face and Tony opened one eye to laugh at it. "Yes, there is someone who talks more than Tony Stark."

"You should have mentioned that before, I wouldn't have insisted we go to get that recipe." Loki kept a hold on Tony as he wriggled around against his body. His legs curled up a little, bare feet rubbing against Loki's legs. "I thought you said you were tired after trips."

"I'm tired from the trip, but I was restless in my workshop when you came to find me," Tony told him, sounding annoyed as he tried to get comfortable. "So now you're stuck with this."

Loki snorted and pressed his nose into Tony's hair, taking in the smell of metal, coconut, and ozone. Loki was able to take the both of them between dimensions and planets, but he needed Tony to take them through the time stream. Tony, his own TARDIS. Or rather he was Tony's passenger. A wayward ship from the Time Lords, having fused it's 'soul' inside the then mortal body of an adolescent Anthony Edward Stark. The two souls had worked quite well, and the TARDIS was content to let Tony take control most of the time.

Tony suddenly shot up, eyes wide and flashing white. Loki frowned but turned his head when he heard an odd sound. "Is that the dishwasher? Is someone up?"

Tony leaped from the couch before Loki could grab his arm, but stopped short and backed up with something blocked his way. Or rather was starting to block his way. Loki turned as he got up from the couch and came to stand behind Tony, hand on his waist as a blue box appeared in front of them.

"Oh." Loki said quietly when the door opened. "Seems fate was not on our side then, was it?" Tony glared up at him and elbowed his stomach.

"Well, this looks nothing like what I wanted," a man with spiked brown hair said. He had a long brown jacket over a blue suit and looked around before spotting Tony and Loki. There were some sounds and steam coming from the inside of the Police Box and the man made a face. "Well, now that wasn't nice. She's quite mad at one of you."

"That's the last time I let a god talk me into taking such a long trip," Tony growled to Loki. "Time Lords and family shows up. This is all your fault." Loki couldn't help the grin that crossed his face. He was getting yelled at by both Tony and his TARDIS. This should prove for a fairly chaotic evening.