(Bit of pre- Frostiron in this chapter, because I have issues. I don't think I'll continue this on past this chapter, but I probably will do a sequel to this. Turn it into proper Frostiron. If I update again, it will probably be to tell you what it is.)
Tony sat at the bar, watching the other Avengers perch awkwardly on the edge of their seats as he gripped his sixth scotch a bit too tightly. Thor had invited Loki and Hela back to the tower after Loki had vanished Amora into some space pocket, and both Hela and Loki had immediately sprawled across the two largest couches like enormous cats. Both had now partially disrobed, and they looked both incredibly vulnerable and lethal in their casual clothes. Loki had vanished his coat, and now wore only a loose-fitted, green tunic over extremely tight leather pants that did nothing to discourage Tony's casually wandering eyes. Hela now wore a very low cut, white flowing top over light grey tights, though something about her top suggested it was loose enough to be concealing many sharp objects. So while the Avengers were tense and battle ready, Loki, Hela, and Tony were all completely relaxed- though Tony was helped a bit by copious amounts of alcohol.
"Reindeer Games!" her suddenly announced.
Loki's head snapped in his direction, his formerly loose posture tensing slightly as he growled. "That is not my name, you insufferable cretin!"
"Sure, sure," he replied, waving his hand as if to ward off the insult, "but I like it. So wassup with your hair?" Tony slurred.
Loki relaxed at that, shrugging his shoulders in a very ungodly fashion as he replied.
"It was too long. I cut it again."
"So is that how it usually is?"
"Yes, it is. Out of curiosity, just how many drinks have you had?"
Tony paused, considering, and then grabbed the rest of the bottle and downed the rest of it within seconds.
"A bottle then. Marvelous."
Tony grinned sloppily, and then brightening, lept off the stool and ran around to the other side of the bar. "Your drink!" he announced, holding another bottle up.
Loki stood in one smooth movement, and all the Avengers flinched toward their weapons and looked at Tony incredulously as Loki glided towards him. He stopped mere inches from Tony's side and leaned in slightly, grabbing the bottle from Tony's unsteady hand and setting it back down on the counter-top.
"I think you've had more than enough", he said gently, and grabbing his shoulder lightly,, teleported back onto the sofa. Tony looked around bewildered for a moment before he settled in, sprawling across it and draping one foot across Loki's lap, uncaring when Loki stiffened and glared at him.
Hela suddenly giggled, and all the ungodly Avengers froze as they heard the tinkering laugh come from such a previously terrifying enemy. She was staring at Loki pointedly, and Loki looked back curiously at her before suddenly emitting a small gasp and turning his head to the side sharply, looking away from all of them. This seemed to send Hela into another fit of giggles, and when Tony leaned forward to try and catch a glimpse of the sulking god's face, he was shocked to see a slight pink tinge in his normally pale cheeks.
"Brother?" Thor inquired curiously, looking between Loki and Hela with confusion clear on his face. As the rest of the team turned to look at him, they just caught the flicker in his eyes before a bright smile broke out across his face. "Brother!" he repeated jovially, amusement attracting Loki's gaze.
"Oh, for Norns sake. Hela, we're leaving immediately, and you are grounded till you die" he spat venomously. He stood quickly and shoved Tony's foot off harshly, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes as he stalked across the room and grabbed Hela by the wrist. "Goodbye", he muttered, before they both disappeared in a flash of green.
The team sat still for a minute, frozen as they tried to catch up. Thor suddenly doubled over, practically wheezing as he laughed. Natasha suddenly let out a soft laugh, and the team whipped their heads to the side, watching Natasha leaning casually against the wall as she covered her mouth with one hand, eyes glittering with a dangerous mischief that would have even frozen the recently departed gods in terror.
