Lap dancing isn't really dancing, is it?

"You know just because I've agreed not to murder everyone, including you, doesn't mean I want to place myself amongst them in ridiculously tiny spaces and watch them make fools of themselves. I rarely indulge in imbibing, Stark. That doesn't mean I can't handle my liquor. Your attempts to make me "dance" are futile."

Tony gave a rather loud and rude snort at that.

"We'll see about that, pretty boy. Do you honestly think you've seen all of me yet? Nuh uh. I can be very, very persuasive. Now come on I've got a private table anyways so if you'd like to give me a lap dance in private, you'll be safe, don't worry. It'll just be my eyes on you."

Loki gave him a glare so sharp it could've slit Tony's throat. Immediately evading the glare he tugged on Loki's arm as he walked towards the entrance of the club. They went through without issue of course. Despite himself Loki held on to Tony's arm as they snaked through the crowd, already feeling rather anxious. The glare of the lights, the blare of the music. The non-existence of personal space. It was everything Loki loathed.

They finally reached their table, which was already laid with a few bottles of liquor, glasses and an ice bucket. Loki mentally rolled his eyes, how many times would he have to explain to the crazy man that it was near impossible for him to get intoxicated?

As he finished that thought he was immediately presented with a neat shot of whiskey. He raised an eyebrow at the playboy in front of him. "Really? You know, I'm giving you a fair warning, dearest. It won't be me who will be flattened on the ground by the end of this."

"Don't worry, I'm a big boy now. Just shut it and drink."

"If you say so."

They both knocked back their shots easily. The liquid had a slow, delicious burn spreading from his throat to the back of his neck, and Loki couldn't help but grin.

A few shots later, Tony stood up, pulling on Loki's hand. "Let's dance."

Before could protest Tony had them both on the dance floor. If not for the buzz of the alcohol in his system, Tony would've felt bad for Loki and how awkward and uncomfortable he seemed. The poor man probably hated dancing but Tony was in no mood to throw a pity party for the demi-god's lack of self confidence. He wanted to dance, damn it. And dance he would. He held onto Loki's hands and started randomly swaying, shuffling his feet and bobbing his head to the beats, dragging Loki along with him in what could've been passed off as a half-assed rain dance at best.

Loki found himself desperate to control his laughter. Here he thought he was going to be the only one making a fool out of himself, when Tony himself wasn't anywhere near graceful. Still, he was never ever comfortable when it came to dancing, often seeing it as another way of exposing yourself, and it made him feel vulnerable. However a part of him allowed himself to be swayed along, he wasn't sure if it was the slightest influence of alcohol, or if he actually trusted the man currently gripping his waist. He indulged him a little more before pulling away to sit back down. Tony gladly followed him back.

A bottle of whiskey and tequila later had the tables turned. The crimson on Loki's cheeks were thankfully less noticable in the dark as Tony made himself comfortable on Loki's lap. It wasn't much of lap dance to be honest, Tony being as pissed as he was. It didn't mean the friction would be any less delicious. Loki mentally berated himself for allowing himself to get into this situation. He had to stop Tony from moving and grinding against him.

If there was one thing Loki did not want to share with the world, it would be a raging hard on, as well as the fact that he wasn't just a demi-god by birth or by the powers he possessed. He was a demi-god in every aspect. Including.. Well including physically and physically also meaning his nether regions were also of demi-god proportions.

"Stark you oaf, get off of me! You've had enough!" Tony wriggled even more into his lap, sending sparks through Loki's entire body. Loki knew Tony could have probably partied on longer, but he wasn't prepared to nurse a potentially near invalid version of Tony Stark that night. He needed to get them out of there, fast.

"What happened to it being ME who'd give you a lap dance?"

Tony leaned forward and growled into his ear.

"Oh? is that an offer then? Show me what you got."

Tony imediately slipped off Loki's lap and plopped himself onto the leather seat, looking up at Loki expectantly. The tall man slowly crept onto Tony's lap. The sudden weight and warmth did all sorts of amazing things in his pants. That much, he'd expected.

"Like what you see?"

Tony swallowed hard, his mouth going dry all of a sudden. He nodded silently.

He leaned in to whisper into Tony's ear, something he didn't understand, in an unfamiliar tongue.

What Tony didn't expect, was the sudden heavy and sharp rush of wind and heat that enveloped him, and suddenly finding himself sprawled onto the cool sheets of his bed, Loki still straddling his lap.

"Still like what you see?"

Without thinking, Tony propped himself up to get closer to Loki, much too fast for his own good. His head immediately swam, the mixture of alcohol and magic turning his brain into slush. He swayed forward and leaned into Loki's chest for a moment.

"Dizzy are we? And here I'd thought you'd have had me sprawled underneath you."

Tony straightened up, staring into Loki's emerald eyes.

"We could have that fixed, if you like.."

He leaned forward, their noses barely touching, but close enough to feel each other's warm breath, Loki's slow and calm against Tony's heavy and slightly ragged breathing.

Loki smiled, sighing softly. "I don't put out on the first few dates."

He pushed Tony back onto the sheets and ruffled his hair, smiling. "Better luck next time." And with that, he vanished.

If it hadn't been for the alcohol and the intense migraine, Tony would've bothered to get rid of the raging hard on he was nursing.

But then again, what fun would that be, without Loki?

Hie eyes began to flutter, and just before sleep could claim him completely, his eyes flew wide open as realization hit him.

Did Loki just say the word "DATE"?

He suddenly felt thirsty again.