Pairing - LokiTony
Apodyopis -The act of mentally undressing someone.
Tony leans against the counter, drink in hand, staring the enemy right in the face. He takes a sip of the liquid clasped in his palm, feeling the burn as the alcohol slides down his throat, and returns to staring. Loki looks hot under all those clothes, he thinks, and wonders how in hell one would take off such a ridiculous outfit. As far as he knows, Loki just magics his clothes on and off. Tony idly wonders if he could learn how to do that.
He has to distract Loki with his words, he knows, and begins to speak, to threaten with the prospect of the Avengers and their various assets, but his heart isn't really in it, and neither is his brain. His mind is too caught up in figuring out the mechanics of taking off Loki's clothing, unclipping the straps securing his shoulder pads and letting them fall to the floor, removing the armor, allowing it to clatter noisily on the ground. The coat would be thrown haphazardly away, the leather jerkin dropped from his shoulders, Tony's hands working frantically at the buttons on his shirt, finally being able to touch his chest, no doubt beautiful and pale and sculpted—
His reverie is interrupted by Loki attempting to take control of his mind. Damn, and it was just getting good. This always seemed to happen to him, and he curses his luck as he is roughly defenestrated…