A/N: Hey hey hey Techi here with some more frostiron. This is a very short little drabble, you could say, or part of something bigger I was fancying writing in the future. As it is, I need more practice writing these two, so please if anyone has any frostiron prompts feel free to drop me a prompt through pm. I'm willing to fill practically anything. Thanks for reading/reviewing/favs~
"I don't believe in shit like destiny and fate. I don't think there's some big plan set in stone for all of us. I believe in right here and now. You're here and I'm here, and yeah, maybe we'll fuck up, maybe the world will end and shit will hit the fan. But it sure as hell won't be cause of some fancy words a bunch of self proclaimed deities with egos up their asses a mile high talked about a million years ago. Our future will be what we make of it. What we create. What we build. Loki. Are you with me?"
The god in question stared incredulously at this... this foolish mortal... this ridiculous... idiotic... perfect man who could spout such words with so much conviction it was almost enough... almost enough to...
But Loki shook his head, growling deep in his throat, wrenching Tony's hands off his shoulders and slamming the shorter man against the wall.
Leaning in close to the mortals neck, whispering darkly into his ear, "But what if that is what I desire? To see the world- No, not just the world. The universe. The universe burn underneath my hands. To unravel everything. To destroy everything. What if that is what I want most of all, Stark?"
And the infuriating mortal had the gall to bark out a laugh in response, smirking up at Loki through those dark brown eyes, "Well, if that's what you want, then I'll just destroy it all with you, Lokes."
Then Tony's lips were pressed feverishly and hungrily against Loki's own, stealing his breath away, no time for response.
Perhaps.
Perhaps, Loki thought, as he deepened the kiss, pulling his mortal closer to him, perhaps that sounded just exactly right.