"Stark, your lady Pepper delivered a package for me this morn. Have you any idea where she placed it?" Loki's dulcet tones tickled his ear, almost eliciting a moan. Tony smothered it just in time, glancing over his shoulder to see the trickster standing there in all his glory, dark hair combed neatly away from his temples and green eyes slit with concern. Huh. He'd gotten so used to seeing Loki in his female form, sometimes he forgot that most of the time this was what he really looked like. A guy. And a damn handsome one at that.

"Uh, no. Sorry Lokes. Haven't seen anything-it! Haven't seen it." Right, because that didn't sound suspicious at all. Tony could've smacked himself. He plastered on a grin and spun around in his chair to face the god, noting his casual attire. It was just on the side of tight, not that Tony needed any help imagining those curves. He knew them all by heart. Though he did sort of miss the scanty lingerie. "What's Pep supposed to be bringing you?"

"My attire for this evening." When Tony gave him a puzzled look, Loki sighed. "For the gala? Surely you haven't forgotten. You are its grand host, after all. And you were kind enough to invite all of us to attend."

Gala, gala...nope, didn't ring a bell. Then again, Stark Industries hosted a lot of functions throughout the year, and Tony had never really bothered to keep track of them all. That was Pepper's job. "Yeah, sorry about that Jadis. I have no idea what you're talking about." Still, this did raise a few questions. If he had invited them, by which he could only assume Loki meant himself and the rest of the Avengers... "So you're going. Awesome." Tony perked up and grinned. "Got a date?"

The expression that crossed Loki's face was pure amusement. "I was under the impression that it would be in poor form to show up unattended. As it is, Captain Rogers was kind enough to offer me his arm for the evening." Uh huh, no doubt there was more behind it than pure kindness. Tony could see the faint smile on Loki's lips, the nervous way he wrung his hands together. For the god of lies, he had a lot of super obvious tells.

"So I guess you're going as a lady then, huh?" He shrugged off the trickster's puzzlement and lazily raked his eyes up and down that elegant body, imagining it dressed in riches, silk and lace with gold wrapped around that swan like throat. Somehow that was even more erotic than the thought of Loki in lingerie. "You're not ignorant to our customs, and I know you don't want the sort of publicity you'd get waltzing around like this. You're a handsome guy Lokes, but nobody's quite ready to accept a former murdering space viking who's also gay."

"Perhaps not. Though you're woefully mistaken if you think I care for the opinion of mortals, or what they think of my bedmates," Loki chuckled, crossing his arms. "I'll take my other form tonight because it is more comfortable for Steven, and it will spare us both any unwanted attention from strangers." He grinned slyly, arching a brow. "Such curiosity on your part is unusual though...tell me Stark. Why this sudden interest in my female form? Had you not been entirely oblivious to the gala tonight, I might have considered the idea that you wanted to ask me yourself."

Oh shit. Now there was an idea! Tony still had absolutely no idea what gala Loki was talking about, but it was a tempting notion. Dammit Steve, why did he have to jump the gun on this? So not fair! "And what if I was?" Tony leaned back in his chair and casually imagined Loki all dolled up in a fancy dress. With the curves of his other form stretching out the silk, highlighted in emerald and jewels, Loki would be the true belle of the ball. "Any guy would feel pretty damn lucky to have you at their side. Doesn't really matter which you we're talking about. For the record though, I'm pretty infamous for having an attractive woman on my arm at these things."

"So I've heard. I'm flattered you'd even consider me on par with your usual flings," Loki drawled, completely unphased by what they both had to realize was some pretty obvious flirtation. Tony was pretty much making bedroom eyes at the guy, and Loki was-well, he wasn't exactly telling him to stop. Which made Tony very, very curious about the exact dynamics between his and good ole Steve's relationship. Sex didn't necessarily make for a budding romance, but he couldn't see a boy scout like Rogers sleeping around outside the marital bed.

Then again, Tony had never pegged him for the kind of guy to do HALF the things like what he'd seen on the videos, so maybe he didn't know Steve as well as he thought.

"Fling is such a harsh word-but accurate." He wasn't interested in a fling though, not with Loki. Not when he'd seen the sort of ways those legs could bend and flex. That paired with Steve's durability and perfect ass had Tony very interested in something else entirely. "So can I get a sneak peek of tonight's main attraction? You mentioned something about a package," Tony looked around, as if a dress would suddenly appear out of thin air.

Ever the one with impeccable timing, Jarvis piped up. "Forgive the intrusion, but the package Mister Laufeyson is referring to just arrived. I'll have it brought up immediately." Pausing, he directed his attention to Loki with a virtual smile in his voice. "And may I say, you'll look most ravishing in your chosen selection, Mister Laufeyson."

If Tony didn't know any better, he'd say the AI was playing favorites again. "Alright Romeo, that's enough. How did you get so good at flattery?"

"By watching you Sir, naturally."

The fucking smooth talker. It had Loki laughing though, casting those viridian orbs up to the ceiling as was always his way when he spoke directly to Jarvis. "Flattery is an admirable skill to have, and you've mastered it beautifully. I thank you for your compliment, Jarvis. I trust you saw my arrayments, yes?"

"I am required to investigate all the questionable items that come into the tower. Sir's orders." Wait, so Jarvis already knew what was in this so called package? Unfair! But since he couldn't exactly demand to see any footage or pictures, Tony had to wait patiently instead. Something he wasn't very good at. Lucky him, he didn't have to wait long. Each of the tower's floors had a small dumbwaiter built into the wall, which Jarvis electronically controlled. It made things a hell of a lot easier in the long run. The doors peeled open to reveal a shiny black box about the size of a laptop, something emblazoned on the top in elegant script. "Your package, Mr. Laufeyson. I apologize for the tardiness."

"For which the fault is not your own. Nor does it belong to the lady Potts. She was likely caught up in a meeting, or something of equal import." All that and still Tony was captivated by the suddenly gleeful look on Loki's face. He looked like he'd just won the lottery. Or, you know, a throne he'd once talked about deserving. He certainly scooped up the box as eagerly as he would've a crown, cradling it between his pale hands. Now Tony could read the words on the lid, and he recognized it. Oh, did he recognize it.

"Agent Provocateur?" Tony about strangled on his own tongue. He'd taken some of his longer lasting flings there as a gift. Turns out any woman enjoyed new lingerie, especially when it was expensive. "I thought you were getting a dress!" Turning an accusatory gaze on the trickster, he jabbed at the box. "What, are you and Cap going buff or something?" Now there was an idea. He'd pay big money to see that happen.

Loki's mouth turned up in a smile. "When did I ever say I was expecting a gown? I've had mine for weeks now, Stark. Steven and I were very careful to coordinate our looks. It wouldn't do if we were implied to be anything but a matched set." He held the box closer to himself, and subsequently farther away from Tony, carefully placing a hand over the label. "I fail to see why it concerns you though. Is our attire of such interest to you?" Those raven lashes gave a coy flutter, which was...surprisingly hot. Tony wasn't adverse to fucking men, and he was definitely Loki-sexual, so it made sense for him to be attractive in this form. But to see such a feminine gesture on that face-

Yeah. Still really damn attractive. "You know what they say gorgeous. Curiosity killed the cat." Tony wasn't even going to bother pretending that they weren't flirting. It was too late for that. After watching the videos multiple times over and then dreaming about Loki bringing him pancakes in bed, the only thing stopping him from throwing the trickster down and ravishing him senseless was a very flimsy moral code. And it was getting weaker by the second. "So? Do I get a peek or what? Don't hold out on me Lokes."

"You pout like a child denied its favorite toy. Has anyone ever told you that?" Shushing his almost fit with a finger to his lips, Loki chuckled and made a move towards the elevator, taking the box with him. "Calm yourself Stark. You may yet get what you want. But you'll have to earn it first. I give nothing for free." He walked through the doors and pivoted around with the same gracefulness Tony remembered from his dream, an odd gleam behind his gaze. All too late Tony recognized what it was.

Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.

"I can do that. Just you watch!" Loki's little grin was the last thing he saw before the doors slid shut, leaving him to look towards the ceiling while excitement buzzed through his veins. "Please tell me I didn't just imagine that whole thing. That was totally an offer, right J?"

"I would say so. Mister Laufeyson made his intentions quite clear." Pausing, as if he were deep in thought, the AI circumvented Tony's glee again with what passed for cheek in his cultured voice. "It's my suggestion that you take his advice to heart and seek out appropriate attire for this evening's soiree. You must dress to impress, Sir."

Clothes. Right. Tony had plenty of suits to choose from, but this was a special occasion! He needed to give it his all. He had not only a god to woo, but his not so pious companion as well. "Jarvis? You know what to do." Tony took a deep breath and felt his face light up with a brilliant smile, mischief shining in his eyes. Loki would be so proud. "Seduction Protocol 69-3. Time to pull out the big guns buddy."

Were it possible, he knew Jarvis would be sharing his smile. "It will be my pleasure Sir."