Loki woke with a start, rivulets of shudders rolling off of him. He sat up shakily, his eyes wide. He checked his hands, and, yes, they were still the pale colour he was used to. He let out a small sigh, and then looked up to see Tony Stark leaning against the wall opposite of him. In his hand was a small ball of fur, all black, with shining green eyes. "For you, sleeping beauty." He held out the kitten and Loki slowly stood, shaking a bit, and reached for the little creature.
"So you like your gift?"
"He's very beautiful." Loki smiled softly at the kitten, petting his head. "I thank you."
Tony grinned at the god and poured himself a glass of vodka. The alcohol smelled strange to Loki. "So what now, Mr Odinson?"
That elicited a snarl from Loki, as well as from the kitten who was now perched on his shoulder. "It would do you good not to call me by that name, Stark." Loki turned away from the genius, and started to the doors. Tony, now immensely curious, followed after him.
"Why? That's your name, isn't it?"
"Odin," Loki started, his curled fists shaking. "Is not my father." He turned and sneered at the billionaire with such hatred it made Tony stop.
"Well what is he then? Your nanny?"
"I do not know what to call him. He stole me from the temple of my true people when I was nothing but a child. He lied to me about my true heritage, and banished me to Midgard when I tried to help him destroy the threat to our people! Odin is many things, but a father of mine he is not."
Tony blinked as he neared the god, who had halted in front of the doors to the elevator. He soaked up the story and Loki just stared straight ahead as if he expected something to jump out and bite him. "So then, what should I call you, last namewise?"
"My true father is –-was—Laufey."
"Alright then. What's next, Laufeyson?"
"You said you had something you needed to retrieve here. But there's something obstructing my passage."
Tony looked at the keypad and nodded. "Yeah, right. Sorry, I forgot about that. Here let me just…" Tony removes the lock on it and they enter the elevator. Clearly Loki is impressed and a bit startled as the big metal box began to move.
"What is this contraption?" Loki asked, incredulous. That earned him a snicker from Tony, and he glared at the shorter man. "I don't understand what's so funny."
"It's an elevator. Takes me up and downstairs when I'm too lazy to actually take the stairs."
"Is it often?"
"Would you be surprised if I said yes?" Tony looked over to Loki and raised an eyebrow.
"Not at all." Loki smirked.
"Of course not." Tony sighed, but his smile was still slightly evident.
After a while, the pair made it to the second highest floor in the tower and exited. "So what're we doing up here?" Tony asked, clearly forgetting everything prior to the awkward elevator ride up.
"You said you had some items you needed to retrieve," Loki began to remind the hero in a subdued voice. Tony listened to the soft sound of the god's voice, and decided that, without the venom and that ludicrously huge ego of his, Loki just wasn't Loki. So he decided he'd change that real quick.
"Well, princess. I'm glad you're so eager to do what I want. Hey, maybe," Tony walked in front of him, then turned when he wasn't in slapping distance, "you'll kneel for me! Y'know, since I obviously take priority and all..."
It was all Tony could do not to grin at how fast the rage flooded the features of Loki's face as Tony provoked him.
Loki decided to stand outside of the elevator, not taking a step towards the room he had once tossed the Iron Man out of.
"I am not a princess, nor shall I do any such thing. The day I kneel to such an arrogant peasant as yourself is the day I cut my tongue out and swear to speak the truth without it." He crossed his arms over his chest, the green fabric of his long-sleeved shirt contrasting with the dark colors of the coat he wore. "Hurry and retrieve your trinkets and whatnot so that we may be off. I'd much rather get more than three hours of sleep next time."
Tony snickered and walked towards the bar, the things he needed stocked behind it. "Hey, you should come help me. We'd go a lot faster."
"But now you've gone and insulted me, so the chances of that happening are in the negatives." Loki leaned against the metal doors behind him. Tony couldn't keep his eyes from straying to the rest of the seemingly human disguise, couldn't stop himself from noting the slim boots he wore that were much smaller in length than his normal ones, and his trousers, which were usually a bit baggy, were now tight on his legs. He quickly drew his eyes away and feigned an almost.. Pouty look.
"So that's how it's gonna be?"
"Yes, and it is entirely your fault."
"Damn."
And with that, Tony began rummaging through the things behind the bar. Loki attempted to keep his attention on the kitten perched on one of his broad shoulders, rubbing it's face against his own. At first it worked, and he pet the kitten softly, a feeling extremely close to bliss filling him.
Too quickly, however, the kitten drifted off. Loki conjured up a deepish pocket on his chest to tuck the kitten comfortably into. He grudgingly let his eyes roam around the room. Yes, a lot of these things were familiar to him, but many were not. It must have been the absence of that woman in his company, the god mused after a while as he took in the state of the usually clean room, That this place has fallen into disarray. Tony caught him looking, and his smile widened.
"You sure you don't just wanna move, sit down maybe? I could take a while. Tend to get umm, distracted." He winked to the god, but Loki returned his overexcited grin with somewhat of an annoyed smile.
"No, really, I would rather not try to destroy the room that you used to hold so dearly. It's funny; wasn't this place at least moderately clean that last time I was here?"
That burned. That really hit Tony in the shins. Goddamn gods.
"Yeah well. I lost the whole reason I kept this place clean. If it bothers you so much, why don't you clean it up for me?" Tony tried to mask his hurt at the comment with indifference. It distracted Loki enough to where the god had to actually pause and think of something to say. Which never happened, ever. This got another smile from the billionaire.
"Well? Something wrong, Silvertongue?"
Hi there, guys! So I'm pretty sure the majority of the like, twelve and a half of you who actually read this fic enjoy it. I had to make some maaaajor changes from the original, so I really, reeeeeeeeeally hope you like it. Reviews are helpful; And any criticism is welcome! I also must admit to having written this part in the cockles of the flipping morning, so if there's something misspelled or jumbled or just plain stupid, don't hesitate to point it out. Thank yoooou~~
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