Chapter 3: That's Not How a Love Song Goes
Loki sighed heavily as he entered his apartment, the 4th door on the 3rd floor. Opening a can of soda, his new favorite drink, he flopped on the couch and flicked on the TV. But somehow he couldn't avoid Stark's face. After seeing an Ad featuring Robert, no Tony, three times in a row he turned it off, disgusted. How could this have happened?
Their 'relationship' as it was, was short, hot, and passionate, and Loki had no regrets besides that they had never done it again. But now. . . no he still didn't regret what they did. That meant something didn't it? No. Tony was the enemy.
His mind wanted to relive their second meeting, at the Flamingo, a upbeat club in the very heart of the city. Looking around for a worthy 'playmate' for the night Loki's eyes landed on the last man he expected to see there. Robert. From that point on the rest of the night was a jumble of dancing, grinding, flirtations, hot kisses, and passionate sex.
Loki stood up quickly and shook his long black hair. He had to get Robert, Tony, out of his head. He strided over to the small closet he picked out his most deadly club wear, changed quickly, and rushed out the door eager to find someone to take his mind off of . . . things.
After nearly blowing up the lab J.A.R.V.I.S had been forced to lock Tony out of the lab until he got his thoughts together. Tony was walking; he did this sometimes when he was distraught, so out of sorts he couldn't work. Stark just let his feet carry him wherever, wandering up and down the crowded streets of New York.
And somehow his feet had led him here, to the bar where he had met Loki for the second time. The night he had become aware that he felt more for Loki then just some one night stand. Not that Tony was about to admit he felt anything towards Loki rather than hate at the moment. But really he was angrier at himself. He had nearly got himself killed over so stupid feelings for some stupid guy he had only bedded twice!
Tony entered the bar, having nothing else to do. What if Loki was there? His heart thumped a little faster, no this would be the end of it, right here and now, the next time he saw Loki, Tony would drag his ass off to SHIELD and that would be the end of that. No more risking his life for a stupid fuck. Looking around he made a beeline for the counter and ordered a drink. Loki probably wouldn't be . . . .
There he was, across the dance floor his tall figure unmistakable. Long black hair spilling down his back in neatly combed waves. Loki wore a long sleeved, tight fitting, green shirt and black leather pants. This would be so much easier if he wasn't so damn attractive, Tony cursed. Swallowing his drink he stood up intent upon. . . . What? What was he going to do? Arrest Loki? How? He didn't have that kind of authority and he doubted that Loki would go willingly. Did he really want an all-out fight? He didn't have his armor! Fuck! It was still sitting in the shop. . . Tony was truly stuck now. He should just leave. But no he couldn't walk away from a fight! He was Tony Stark! What fight? Well surely Loki would try and kill him the second he saw him. . . . which was right now! Shit!
Loki's impassive gaze fell on the one man he didn't expect to see in this club, tonight. Tony Stark stood, like a deer caught in the head lights, staring at Loki through the crowd. Caught you, Loki grinned, making excuses to the woman he was talking to and made for Tony, who stood still paralyzed. From the looks of him Tony was not here with back up or intentionally. All the better, and all the so much easier.
Loki's walk was even and measured. In the right amount of time, just enough to make his prey squirm, he reached Stark, a cold smile still playing on his lips.
"I thought you were smarter than to come back here." Loki's voice was smooth as silk and Tony felt a thrill go through him at the sound.
"Well I'm not known for my wise choices." Tony stuck his hands in his pocket, an automatic defensive reflex.
"I can see that." Loki remarked. "No back up? No suits or iron?" Loki raised one delicate eyebrow.
"Figured it wouldn't exactly be fair seeing as I only came here for a drink." Tony tried to make himself sound innocent
"You knew I would kill you but you came anyway. . ." Loki cocked his head to the side a little like a curious puppy, only 20 times more deadly.
"Then why haven't you already?" Tony said. "Why not just strike me down where I stand, Mr. God." Why couldn't he control his mouth?
"Don't test me I warn you." Loki sneered.
"You can't do it, can you? You can't muster your magic or whatever it is." Apparently he was lucky tonight because a fierce look from Loki told him he was right. "That's it isn't it. You just can't strike me down. You would have to kill me by mortal means!"
"Which I'd rather not. . . " Loki looked down.
"What? Afraid to kill me here in front of all these people?" Tony challenged. Loki looked up again a smile playing on his lips.
"Oh no. They know how to turn a blind eye to things, in fact I doubt any of them would so much as flinch if you screamed as I gutted you." Loki took a step forward and Tony instantly backed up, swallowing hard. "But I do not wish to get my hands dirty."
"So what? Are you just going to let me walk out?" Tony tried not to sound hopeful. He wanted to get back to his lab, (have) a drink, and forget this ever happened. Loki's face was unreadable and he considered. This mortal was very intriguing and what would one more night alive hurt?
"Come with me."
"Where?" Tony asked instantly.
"You can come willingly or be dragged, your choice."
