Hey Guys! Warned you I would update slowly. It's like 3:00 AM and I'm just hyped form all the roleplay. So, Here's another chapter! The reviews and views are AWESOME, and I love you people. ;3 ;D
P.S We get to see more of Tony's habits! And Yay Loki! We may or may have not been Pervs writing this. XD
Tony groaned, shifting around in his bed. He blinked looking up at the ceiling and wincing at the light. Jarvis pulled the shades for him to be able to see as he rubbed the back of his head gently, a splitting headache imminent. He sat up slowly, drinking the aspirin left out by Dumm-E. Tony groaned yet again, getting out of bed to go take a shower.
What happened last night...?
After he took a shower, he came out and put sun glasses on, heading for coffee with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
His tower.
His rules.
Loki looked up as Tony came in. he smirked. "Good morning Stark." He pretended last night did not happen. "Shh, psycho diva, my head hurts." He whispered, making more of his glorious French toast. He turned to face the coffee maker, giving a lovely view of his back and the low hanging towel, still wet from the shower.
he rolled his eyes. he walked past him and the towel 'accidentally' caught on his hand and fell off of Tony. Loki glanced back at him. "and, stark, you should-" he stopped and looked as the mortal's towel fell. His eyes were slightly wider. Damn. He's...rather fit. Loki did not allow himself to finish that thought the way it had started off as.
Tony didn't notice. He merely bent down in front of him to grab it, readjusting it. Let's just say there's a reason its called STARK naked. Damn... He got his coffee and sat down slowly, propping one leg up on the other to where it just barley covered everything. Tony Stark was NOT a shy man.
Loki decided this was one of those moments where he should just...leave. And so he did. He had better things to do than watch Anthony like a lecher.
He only watched him go with raised eyebrow, shrugging before going back to his coffee and reports for the company. He didn't have her to do them anymore... Stop it, you dumbass. You will NOT go into a binge every time you think of her.
Loki decided to try something. "Jarvis?" he said. "How may I assist you, Master Loki?" The British voice rang out from over head. Mean while, Tony was taking another aspirin for the ache. It wasn't working fast enough for him, so he stood to go and make a remedy himself.
"Uh... is there anyway I could help Stark?" he asked the voice.
Jarvis was silent a moment before answering."The best way to help Sir is to not leave him alone, but not smothering either. He'd begin to be more comfortable around you, and would be more inclined ask for help."
Loki nodded. "Thank you." he said and went back into the room Tony was in.
Don't leave him alone but don't smother him.
Tony was bent over, searching around in the bottom cubbards for a glass. He stood up, set the glass on the counter, and grabbed a of honey, some nutmeg, brown sugar, and vanilla yogurt. He put them in together, and upon spotting loki, made a second glass. "Hey, thanks again for healing my hand...by the way, what happened after that? I kind of blanked out." He replied turned to the shelves again. Clint played a prank now his spoons were on the top shelf.
He reached upwards, the muscles in his tanned back stretching tauntingly as his towel slipped down two centimeters, revealing the start of his curved ass.
"You're welcome, and, nothing. I assisted you to bed. that's it." Loki replied. He stole a glance at Stark's exposed and covered skin appreciatively, but silently.
Fair enough. Want anything extra on yours? We have, like, peanuts, pancake syrup, strawberries, cherries, banana slices..."Tony listed off, rummaging through the Fridge's lower shelves, bending over and providing an even better view of his fine ass.
"And what is it your preparing?" He asked.
"Vanilla yogurt with honey drizzled all over it. Brown sugar mixed in. Any topping requests? I could check the bottom shelf for more?" He offered. Of course, he'd just have to bend over more.
"I'll have the ba- uh, fifth choice." He said, not wanting to stumble over the term.
"Ba-na-na. And alright." He bent down even farther to grab one, the towel slipping lower on his hips. He stood and turned around, carefully peeling it before chopping it into slices. He put the slices in one of the glasses with yogurt and got out the honey.
Loki tapped his fingers against the table and looked away. Or rather, tried to.
The universe decided to pay Loki back for all the shit he's pulled. Tony got out the honey, and upon trying to open it some got on his fingers. He shrugged and licked his left hand clean, right hand pouring honey on the toppings.
Loki had enough of this. He grabbed Tony's wrist and brought his hand away from his mouth. "Stop it!"
Tony was startled. "What? Did I pour too much honey on?" He was completely clueless, still trying to deal with his hangover to boot. Loki groaned in annoyance and went out of the kitchen.
Tony blinked. He shrugged and went back to making the two yogurts. Once he was finished, he had Dumm-E deliver Loki his. He laid back on the couch, eating his favorite hangover be gone food.
Loki sighed, spending some time thinking. "Jarvis." He spoke at last. Yes, Master Loki?" The machine replied.
"Does Stark remember anything from last night?"
"Not much. He does, however remembering you healing his hand." A moment or two of thought. "And nothing else?" Loki asked to confirm. "Nothing else." Jarvis informed.
"Good." Loki said. He looked at the robot and took the yogurt. He tried it, it was actually kind good.
Dumm-E whirred before rolling away, leaving Loki to his thoughts.