Okay, so here's my first FrostIron (Tony/Loki) fanfic. This started out as a drabble and the words just shaped themselves into Tony and Loki. It's a vague type of story...more like poetry, really.
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Drawn. He was drawn in like bee to honey. Like moth to flame. What it was that drew him in he did not know, and he didn't care. And that scared him- more than it should have. He simply didn't care. He threw caution to the winds and never hoped for its return. He loved this feeling. He loved not knowing for once. There was just something about those sarcastic lips, those piercing viridian orbs, that soft pale skin and slight frame- something about the other's entire being just drew him in.
Somewhere in the farthest corner of his mind there screamed a warning- a blaring siren warning him against the other. It wasn't right. The other just screamed- DANGER! But how many times had he stared Death in the face and laughed? How often had he felt the blinding pain that should end his life but didn't? How many times had he replied to enemies- enemies that hated every fiber of his being- with sarcastic banter, just daring them to kill him?...Too many times.
But this...this was different. He simply DIDN'T CARE.
He was bound to die sometime, anyway. There was little life could offer him that he didn't already do. Ah, the privileges of a billionaire.
Nothing could possibly amuse him anymore than this now.
If he was going to die, why not now?
He was not going to wait until he was so old that no bimbo would sleep with him no matter what was offered. Hell, his liver wasn't going to last that long.
So yes. He would rather die in the most amusing thrill ride than die alone as a wrinkled bag of bones, thank you very much.
Without further thought, he took the proverbial offered hand and jumped in the death trap, grinning.
So what'd ya think? Reviews are welcome no matter how harsh...I can live with it! So please, send me your thoughts!