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I'm so so sorry :( It was a really long pause, but I hope you'll like this short chapter and leave me some comments so I'll find the lost inspiration.
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(Oh and all mistakes are mine, so be nice please?)
The Pull
Loki was right. Tony has nothing to do with his personal life. With whom he met was his thing. Unless it interfere with his work. He could normally ask if Loki enjoyed yesterday. They were practically co-workers. And thanks to Tony he met Frauder.
Tony rubbed a palm over his face. He had nothing to do with it.
The porter has been right. Loki has nice eyes. His face twitched. He wondered if also Frauder was right. About his backside. Was it really worth killing someone? He shouldn't be interested in it. This is his assistant. He worked like clockwork. Reliable for good salary. His appearance didn't have to interest him.
He was a quiet inconspicuous blackbird.
His little blackbird.
Tony turned to the window and watched the snow falling. It was childish remain angry, but he didn't want to control. And it was Loki's fault.
Loki took off his coat, properly shook the remaining snowflakes off and hung it in the closet. He sat down on chair and bent down to turn on the computer. There was no point staying angry.
Although Stark infuriated him. Everything was his fault. This amazing man didn't sleep well last night. Probably solving another of his pitiful love affairs.
"Idiot," Loki said, noticing that under his the table was a pen. Or was Stark upset because he refused to take his advice yesterday? He should listen to him. It was a terrible night. Mr. Lucas Frauder, sleazy snob, was so blinded with himself that it was a wonder that he looked at Loki at all.
The man shuddered. Horror. Frauder ordered wine, even though he didn't wish it. The way he was breathing heavily on his neck and leaning towards. Disgusting. His allusions upset even a waiter that he almost spilled coffee into Loki's lap.
Loki reached for the pen. But it was too far away, so he had to walk around the table and tried to reach it from the other side.
And this man, the villain, was Stark's friend. His oldest, dearest, best friend. That was enough. Decent men aren't friends with someone like Lucas Frauder.
That stupid pen was too far!
And Stark didn't have a right to vent anger on him. He came only about fifteen minutes later. Absolutely unaware of how many times he came earlier. Stark never said half a word. He acted as if Loki belonged to him.
"The great ruler Stark," he muttered, reaching even further. His fingertips touched the cap. "Uhh," he tried.
"Do you have a problem, Loki?"
He quickly straightened up. Stark stood in the doorway, watching him. He looked amused.
"No problem, sir," he replied swiftly. It wasn't true. His face was flushed from bending forward. Hair disobediently broke out of rubber band and a few strands overshadowed his face.
Tony frowned. "I'll help you," he said and walked over to him.
"That's not necessary. I can do-" he didn't finished. Tony grabbed him around the waist and gently pushed him away. He was just looking at the table for a while, and then simply shoved it aside.
"You looking for this?" he asked, handing Loki the pen.
"Yes, thank you," the other man said, blushing slightly.
"No problem." Tony looked like he wanted to say something. As if perhaps he wanted to apologize for his past behaviour... Not so lucky. Tony only nodded quickly and quietly closed doors behind him.
Loki sighed and looked at the post on his stool. There were some letters from SHEILD, some directly for the owner of Stark Industries and a letter from Professor Xavier.
Charles Xavier was a friend of Tony Stark, however Loki never saw him before. Of course he knew about the mutants, but Xavier was a mystery to him. How a person of such intellect can be a friend of his boss?
Sure Anthony Stark was a genius, an Avenger moreover it, but Loki always thought about him as an arrogant prick. He was so lofty and acted like the king of world. Never thought about anyone but himself and his needs. Women were like toys to him – he broke the old and wanted a new one, better, prettier and to Loki it seemed as if his boss picked more and more dumb gooses every time.
And it was okay to let his assistant take care of the weeping bundle of smudgy mascara. Loki will take care of it; he has nothing better to do. It was so exhausting. Always the same situation, always the same pleading. It was disgusting. Women were weird creatures, at least Loki thought about them in that way.
Who would want to spend their free time with some plastic doll, which has white teeth that aren't real and a tone of make-up on a face that doesn't belong to it. Women were false. So Loki closed his hear for them.
But he wasn't crazy. He liked sex and he was a fantastic lover. All his partners he was with were moaning it. No matter if he was under them or the other way. But there was no time for relationships, so he carefully picked guys that wouldn't mind it. It worked, but then Loki hit a brick wall. A brick wall with a big shining sing reading Anthony Stark.
He wasn't prepared for something like this. Just imagine, going every day to work where, behind a massive polished desk made from mahogany, sits your wet dream. Stark may be a prick, but it was the most attractive prick Loki have seen since his nineteen birthday.
It was wrong. It was wrong in so many ways, starting with the fact he was Loki's boss, but he couldn't help it. There was the strange pull. Something about Tony Stark tempted him.
Loki licked his lips and smiled craftily. In the letter from professor Xavier was an invitation. Maybe it's time to meet a new side of Tony Stark. The man stood up and with a poker face he was so used to now, knocked on the wooden door.
"Come in."
Loki smiled for the last time and took the handle.
So what do you say? God I hope you still like this story
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