This is (hopefully) going to be a series of one-shots. :p
Pairing: Frostiron. Tony x Loki
Warnings: MalexMale, probably-crappy writing, and suicidal…things… :/
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used, they are the property of Marvel (Stan Lee.)
Yes, I am well aware that Loki is taller than Tony in the movies and comics, but damn it this is fan fiction and Loki will forever be an elfin, fairy-like little uke in my mind….so deal with it.
I do what I want.
Summary: Loki secretly uses Tony's pool at night. And, coincidentally, Tony catches him.
Loki sighed as he appeared in the darkened room. The small blue tiles were cool under his bare feet. The lights under the water, on the sides of the pool, cast an eerie glow across the area, the patterns of gently shifting water glowing across the walls and ceiling.
The tall windows on the wall opposite Loki let in a soft glow of moonlight, slanting across the air and shining off the surface of the pool. Loki stared down into the cold liquid, stripping off his thin green tunic. He saw the puff of mist as his breath left his body. A thin layer of frost grew on the tile floor around him.
Loki stepped lightly into the pool and held his breath as his head went under. He didn't surface.
A thick layer of water froze solid above him as he sank to the bottom of the pool. He sat Indian style on the floor of the pool. He cleared his mind and let the numbness of water lull him into peace.
Tony was so sick of Steve and all his lectures.
Stop drinking, stop being selfish, stop nearly killing yourself to protect us. It was a never ending stream of disappointment from the whole team.
Tony was being selfish and irresponsible by missing an Avengers meeting? He was busy saving a train full of helpless New-Yorkers. Tony was being reckless and careless by willingly jumping in front of a kill-shot? He was trying to save a teammate from certain death and make up for his earlier "selfishness".
He was just one disappointment after another. And he was sick of it. He reached for his bottle of whiskey and took a long drink. He stood from his expensive, silk-sheeted bed and left his room.
He still wore his black pants, white dress shirt and black tie from the party. A party that had ended in another lecture from Steve. He wandered down the halls and to the private elevator that only went to the few floors of his tower that were reserved for Avengers HQ. He pressed a random button and hoped the elevator doors would open to a place where he wouldn't be lectured all the time.
He stumbled back against the wall of the elevator and took another big gulp of vodka. He was too drunk to be wandering the tower but, frankly, he couldn't care less. The elevator doors dinged open and he stared. It was the floor where all their weapons were kept. He lurched out of the elevator and nearly knocked over a stand of bows that belonged to Clint. He saw all the black guns and various unintelligible weapons of Black Widow set on a tall bookshelf kind of thing. He reached out and picked up a simple black hand gun.
'Should be simple enough…' He thought as he stumbled back into the elevator and the button that lead to the training room. He wanted to go to the pool. He'd go out with a bang and be found floating in the pool, body full of alcohol, like a true party-animal.
It was when he reached the pool that he realized he really wanted to do this. He was tired of disappointing people. The only thing that had stopped him from killing himself before had been knowing that this would be the ultimate disappointment.
But when he looked down into the water, he realized someone was already there. A very blue someone. And the surface of his pool was frozen. He quirked an eyebrow and knelt next to the pool, knocking on the ice.
Suddenly, all the ice melted and Tony noticed the temperature in the room rise back to normal. That very blue someone became a very pale someone and quickly swam to the surface, shaking the water out of his eyes.
"Would you like to explain to me what you're doing in my pool?" Tony slurred. Loki looked startled for about three seconds before he slipped a snaky smile onto his face and climbed out of the water. With a wave of his hand, he was dry and dressed again. Just black leggings and a green tunic.
"No, I wouldn't." He answered sharply, realizing just how plastered Tony was. He noticed the gun in Tony's hand and his eyes widened a fraction.
"Would you mind telling me why you have a loaded gun in your hands?" Loki asked, moving a bit closer to Stark. He knelt beside the billionaire but made no move to steal the gun away from his grasp. Tony looked down at the gun as if he had forgotten it was there.
"Oh, yeah…Well, I was going to kill myself." Tony answered, like he hadn't just said something so condemning. Loki stared at him. Tony was a horrible drunk and Loki didn't quite like it. Sure, he was a "villain" and all, but if he really wanted any of the Avengers dead, he wouldn't have any problem. He and Thor both knew that if Loki really had wanted to rule Earth, he could have easily done so.
With a wave of Loki's hand, Tony was suddenly sober and well-aware of what he had been about to do.
"Oh my god." He gasped, throwing the gun away from himself. It landed in the middle of the pool and sank instantly to the bottom, little air bubbles rising to the surface. Tony shuddered and brought his knees up to his chest, holding his head in his hands.
"I-I've never come that close before…" He whispered, shuddering again. Loki sighed as he watched Stark break down and start to realize what a mess he was. Sleeping around, binge-drinking, nearly committing suicide.
"Stark…I know what it feels like…" He admitted, scooting closer to Tony, putting a hand on his shoulder.
He didn't expect Stark to grab him and pull him onto his lap, holding him tightly, and crying desperately into his hair. His was sobbing grossly and Loki couldn't help but feel the teensiest bit sympathetic. He had once attempted to kill himself, too. He honestly hadn't known what would happen when he let go on the Bi-Frost. He had just wanted to die so badly. To just be gone. To not exist anymore.
So, yeah, he felt for Tony.
Stark was currently mumbling into his hair and Loki pulled back a bit.
"What was that?" He asked.
"N-Nothing. I just…I'm such a fucking let-down to the team. I put my life on the line time and time again and the only thanks I get is being told over and over how irresponsible and reckless I am. It's bullshit, Loki! And when I do what I'm told and innocent people die, I-I hate myself for it. And, again, I get screamed at that I could've done better. M-My own father didn't want me. He never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me… And I'm just so sick and tired of people being disappointed with me." Tony sniffled at the end of his rant, wiping tears from his face. Loki just stared at him for a few moments.
"Well, there's got to be something you can do that leaves no one disappointed.." He muttered, raising an eyebrow.
Tony laughed heartedly. "Yeah. Sex, and that's about it."
"Well…" Loki chuckled, shrugging. Tony slowly stopped laughing and stared at Loki.
"Yeah…." He whispered, licking his lips.
"Tony, what're you- Mmph!" Loki was cut off by Tony's lips, rough against his. His goatee tickled Loki's chin and cheeks as their heads tilted instinctively. Tony grunted and laid Loki down on the tile floor, stretching out on top of him. His hands wandered and groped shamelessly. Loki bit Tony's lips and pulled back, earning a groan. He didn't know what the hell he was doing.
But, he oddly thought of the Avengers as his friends. Playmates of a sort. He was childish and he knew it, but hell, what was the point of being the trickster god if you didn't revel in it? And he didn't want Tony to be suicidal. Stark was probably the most competent of the Avengers and…losing him wasn't appealing.
And if sex made Tony Stark happy, then so be it.
Yea so… I have a bit of a twisted mind. So, this is the beginning of a one-shot series. That will probably become a story at some point. Yup. So, please review.
And do they seem OOC? ? Not physically, but….you know what I mean.