So this is where it gets longer. This is also where we cut the background and get into the plot. I'm making this a cross-over, but i'm not putting it as one because then they expect the characters it's about to be from the different categories, and this is still frostiron. Hope it's not too out-of-character. if it is, tell me-me
Tony's bags were packed an in the car. Howard was at work, so Tony saw himself off. He picked up his keys, jacket, and sunglasses and took one last sweeping look of his room. Tony was about to leave when he saw the corer of a box under his bed. He put his stuff down and sat on the bed. He retrieved the box and sat in down o his lap. He really didn't have time for this, but Tony thought he could remember what it might have been, he just wasn't sure.
Tony opened the lid to see a box of old, battered memories. Ones he had thought of constantly for the last three years. Photos that he hadn't looked at since that summer. He really was out of time though, so replaced the lid and tucked the box under him arm. He picked up the rest of his stuff from the bed and trotted downstairs. It wasn't quite sunny enough for sunglasses, but he put them on anyway. He chucked his jacket and the box on the passenger seat and rolled the top down. It was roughly a six hour journey to his college, and he was already half an hour behind schedule, and he hadn't accounted for traffic.
Five hours of Tony-driving later he was parking up outside his new school. He cut his engine and took what he could carry up to the halls. Room B two seventeen he muttered two himself as he walked along the second floor, scanning the doors for their numbers. He really hoped he didn't have a wacko room mate that snored and spoke in his sleep. He was secretly wishing they had a mix up and accidentally put an extremely hot double-D in there, thinking her name was Daniel instead an Danielle or something. Tony stopped, B-217. He took a deep breath and then turned the key and pushed the door open with his shoulder.
Tony was greeted with a thunderous voice. "Brother, we should demand a room change so I can share with you. My room mate is ghastly, and I'm sure yours will be the same. We can live together brother, like we once did. We'll have so much fun."
"And what makes you think I'd like to share with you Thor?" Came a silky voice which sounded quite familiar. And Thor? Who had a name like that? Apart from…
Tony held the boxes he was carrying up higher to conceal his face. "Hello. I'm Augustus, your new room-mate. I don't talk much, I like to read and um… I'll keep out of your way. I need to use the bathroom now." And Tony ducked into the bathroom door and locked it.
"See, he seems very nice." Came the silky voice once again. "He says he doesn't talk much. I like him already. Please leave now Thor and allow me to get acquainted with my new room mate." Tony heard the scuffing of feet and a door close before letting himself out if the bathroom. He really hoped it was him and he wasn't just making a fool of himself.
Tony stepped out to find Loki sitting on the bed, his back against the wall and his knees bent. "This bed is mine." He claimed with a smirk. Tony just stared at him. Did Loki not recognise him? He was answered when the smirk grew into a full blown grin as Loki jumped up and flung himself at Tony, his arms wrapped tightly around Tony's neck and they pulled each other closer into the embrace. "Tony, I missed you so much." He groaned "Odin intercepted letters, emails, phone calls, everything went through the school you see. And all this time… I love you, and I missed you, and I'm so sorry I haven't been able to call or right. London was quite enthralling. And then I left that wretched school and I found out you were coming here, and I applied and I got in, and then I hacked into the system and got us into a room together, and I missed you so much." Loki talked so fast and in such a way that it would have made little sense to anyone but Tony. "God I missed you." Tony was paralysed. He hadn't expected this.
Loki pulled back and looked Tony in the face. After a while, a frown pulled on his lips. "I'm sorry Tony, you've moved on by now, I didn't mean to suggest… but we can be friends again right?" Tony looked blankly at him. "Did you miss me at all?" Tony felt his heart break at the sadness which had now taken over Loki's face. "I have a boyfriend now, I wasn't looking for a relationship… It's just we knew each other so long, we were so close. I just thought…" Loki trailed off, looking at his feet. "Don't worry, I shall call Thor back. You could swap with him or something…" Tony didn't know what to say. It's not like he didn't want Loki to be here with him, he did. They had been best friends. More than that. Tony just couldn't brig the words to his lips. How could he explain how he felt? Loki turned to leave.
"Loki, wait-" Loki turned. Tony just handed him the box he was carrying in his hands. Loki opened it and a smile took over his face. Tony's favourite smile.
"You kept this? And you brought it with you? It was the first thing you brought in?" Loki could have been close to tears.
"Hey, Loco. Let's go see if the student bar's open?"
"I wish you'd stop calling me that. It might catch on."
"Hey, remember when we said we'd share a room in college about four years ago?"
"Yes Tony, I remember. I also remember what you said after that." Tony smiled.
"Come on, I think it's this way."
The bar had three people sitting in a corner booth. That was all. "They're not open for another twenty minutes, we're waiting. Oh hey, LOKI!" The guy got up and beamed over at them. Loki tugged Tony's hand, pulling him over. They sat in the booth with the other three. The guy who had spoken earlier pulled Loki into him by the shoulders. "What's up Shakespeare?" Tony felt a knot in his stomach as he turned to place a kiss on Loki's lips, but smirked a little when Loki turned so that he only kissed his cheek. He had ever seen anyone else touch Loki before, so this was an understandable feeling.
"Hello Fandral, trust you to be in the bar this early." He mocked. "Tony, this is Fandral." Loki gestured between the two.
"Hello Tony. I am Fandrall. Loki's boyfriend, Pleased to meet you. And you are the infamous Tony that he constantly went on about when we first met. He literally pined for you. I have much to learn from you Tony Stark." Loki blushed a little, but tried to hide it with a roll of his eyes.
"He is not my boyfriend Tony, Fandrall is just a massive flirt." Fandral winked at Tony suggestively as if on cue. "And this is Volstagg." Loki motioned to a larger man with a full beard who greeted Tony with a nod. "And this is Sif." Loki pointed to the beautiful woman who sat beside Volstagg. "Where's Shirley?" Loki asked, looking around the bar.
"I think he's still trying to convince the Dean of the 'medicinal' nature of most of his belongings." Sif supplied. Loki snorted and rolled his eyes.
"You'll love him Tony. I can't wait for you to meet him. And of course I'll have to meet your Pepper.
"Pepper always makes me sneeze." Fandrall interjected.
"Maybe he is referring to a bell-pepper you idiot. That wouldn't make you sneeze." Volstagg corrected
"Maybe I'm allergic to bell pepper's"
"But you're not!"
"SHUT IT! You two, I'm tired of all your fucking bickering. Go get a room." Sif practically had to cover their mouths to get them to stop.
"I wish the bar would open already. I haven't had a drink all day." Tony was talking mostly to himself, but was not surprise when Loki answered him.
"They should be opening about now. So, you started drinking more then?" Tony nodded. "I would not wish to be your liver when you are forty Stark."
"I really did miss you y'know Loki. I sent letters to your school you know. I didn't think you got them, so I stopped. Did you ever get them?"
"No."
"Oh. I'm sorry you know… for giving up on you. I should have waited. Well, my heart did…"
"Are you saying you still love me Tony Stark?" His voice sounded mildly amused, like he thought Tony was joking. Tony was about to answer when he was interrupted by a tall man with short dark hair and tall cheek bones. Loki looked up at him. Was this Shirley. He was a dude?
Shirley came to join them in the booth. He leant across the table to kiss Loki flat on the mouth before sliding in next to Sif. Loki smiled at him.
"I'm Tony." He offered his hand, but Shirley looked at it confused.
"Yes." Was all he said before looking back at Loki. "You have plans for later yet?"
"You could have at least asked me if I got settled in okay and everything went well."
"Well if it hadn't gone well then you wouldn't be sitting here with some guy who is ogling at you shamelessly." He finished. Loki Smiled Tony smiled too.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
"But I'm sure you have mentioned my name already and I already know who he is. I helped you with your little scheme remember?"
"Shirley." Loki warned. Shirley sighed and held out his hand.
"Sherlock Holmes, genius." Tony paused and shook his hand. He did not speak until Loki nudged him.
"Tony Stark-"
"Couldn't care less." Sherlock cut him off and stood up, turning to look at Loki before he left. "Seven thirty." He took a bottle of scotch and a tumbler from behind the bar and went back out of the door he came through. Loki laughed.
"Sorry about that Tony. He lacks uh… people skills." Tony didn't like Sherlock. He hated his British accent, he hated his superiority, he hated that he had kissed Loki, he hated that he had taken the scotch which was what Tony should have done. He most of all hated the way Loki looked at him. Tony was still staring into space, thinking, when the bar opened and they got to their feet to order their drinks.
Cause this is a new fic... going to want extra reviews. If it's not doing well, I will have to stop and do a different one cause I'll get bored. I still need titles... ideas?
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