Many thanks to Kakashi Forever because lol you're fantasmal hehehe. The kitty's name came from that person and This chapter is going to lead up to the Loki getting wasted, lets see how that goes... Also, you don't wanna curse at a god. Justsaiyan. Love you all you beautimus mortals and whatever the hecks ehehe~
"I am not going anywhere without him."
It had been a little over an hour before Tony decided he'd go up to the penthouse where Loki ended up going on accident. He proposed his little store quest thing, but it wasn't working out the way he'd planned it. For starters, there weren't any pets allowed in this certain place. And Loki refused to leave his new pet at home with the disembodied voice of the tower.
"Loki, you can't bring that little scrap of-"
"Lokitty."
"Excuse me?"
"His name is Lokitty." Loki smiled down to the cat nestled in his front pocket, then looked sternly at the man in front of him. "And I refuse to go anywhere without him."
"Really? That's what you're going with? How original." The genius rolled his eyes, but Loki just pressed his lips together, making them seemingly thinner than before.
"It isn't a joke, and it isn't negotiable."
"Look, Loki. I'm not in the mood for this bullshit, so leave him h- ACK?!"
The god had turned from a playful being to a pissed one in the time it took Tony to utter out his sentence. "You'll do good to remember who and what you're talking to, Stark." He had Tony raised above his head, holding him with the magick leftover from before. His hand shown with a glimmer of green, which reflected off of the tan of the skin on Tony's neck. Tony clawed at Loki's arm feebly, his short nails hardly making the god itch from the indents they made in his shirt.
"What... Did I even do?" The billionaire managed to choke out between frantic gasps for oxygen.
"Do not play stupid with me, Mr Stark. Your use of such vulgar language is truely revolting -not to mention, extremely offensive- and you'll not use such words with me, so long as I am in your presence, if you value your life." He loosened his grip on the man, and Tony dropped, almost squatting against the wall as he choked air through his now sore throat.
Was it really that bad, he thought, when he'd just said that one word? Tony wondered if that was really what had angered the god of Mischief and Lies, or if it was maybe that five minute make-out session that transpired a while ago. So, curiosity piqued, Stark spoke up his thoughts once his breath had returned to him for him to form a coherent sentence.
"You really choked me because I said a bad word?"
Loki glowered at him, the emerald of his eyes slicing straight through the question. Slicingthrough his mind, as if the god could read it. Slicing through his very core. "Why does it matter? Once you rid yourself of me, you can return to the normalcy you once had. If you can even call what you do normal. Why does it matter that you've angered some entity with insolent words, after that same entity had done nothing to insult you? Why does it matter, Stark, that I should accompany you on a pointless journey when you could have me secured here? Why does it matter?"
Tony flinched at how cold Loki's voice was. He was being accused unfairly, wanted to plead some amendment that, because he chose not to remember stupid things, such as the fucking amendments, he couldn't argue.
In fact, Tony decided to change the subject. Because if Loki was going to be the god of Really-Hard-Questions, he was going to be the mortal of Really-Good-At-Changing-The-Subject.
Tony grabbed his coat and started, once again, towards the elevator. Loki slowly followed, his hand cautiously covering the kitten. Tony leaned against the corner after he punched the button for the ground floor, and the slim god slipped in only moments before the doors closed. Loki leaned against the other side, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. His eyebrows arched downwards, and he looked deep in thought. Tony wanted to apologize, but sadly, he wasn't table-flipping great at that. Instead, he settled for the next best thing; staring at the creased features of the god, out of place in his elevator, until Loki glared up at him from behind his eyelashes.
Strangely, Tony wasn't afraid.
In fact, he wanted them to continue what they had never finished.
And as he thought this, he proceeded to have a heated staring contest with the god until the elevator slowed to a stop, and Loki looked away. He slipped out and stood by the doors, waiting for Tony to choose the car they would me using.
Briefly, Tony considered what he was doing for real. What if Loki tried to escape? It was clearly evident the god had some of his powers left, and he could overpower Tony easily. Tony shifted, wanting to go for the silver convertible, and Loki read into the little shift in the Iron Man's posture. Well, now that the decision was made...
"Is it not more dangerous if the roof is off of this device?" Loki asked, his quiet voice startling Stark and making him flinch.
"Wha? Oh, uh, yeah I guess. But that's why I can move it up and down."
"I see." Loki pursed his lips, and fell silent once more. Tony almost sighed.
They entered the car and, instead of turning on the radio as he did the key in the ignition, Tony looked over at Loki, who stared straight ahead. He almost smiled at the god's crooked posture, but contained the movement. "Hey look. I'm sorry I offended you, alright? I didn't know it would make you mad. Although, it is kind of dumb." He'd said the last part to himself, but he knew Loki heard. The god's mouth twisted downward into an expression of annoyance.
This time, Tony did sigh.
"I won't do it again though."
"Stark."
"Yeah?"
"Are we to depart or not? I am not as comfortable in here as I would have you believe."
"Er, yeah. Right. Keep uhh, Lokitty in your pocket, alright?"
"But of course."
"Alright. So long as you know..." And as he trailed off, he hit the volume on the radio, blasting some Black Sabbath from a CD he's perserved for a while.
Loki just looked forward, his eyes showing exhaustion that didn't show before. Tony wondered if it had something to go with the little exchange earlier, but if that were the case, wouldn't the third pocket on Loki's coat disappear? The billionaire shrugged and floored the gas pedal, driving forward with shocking speed. Even the Norse god's eyes had widened a little.
Tony couldn't help but feel a little smug at surprising Loki.
They neared the store after a while, and it was nothing noteworthy by Loki's status. However, the god kept his mouth shut, finding satisfaction in the way it made Tony feel awkward. They went in, and, with a glance at the most likely NOT lightweight GOD beside him, Tony bought a copious amount of booze, paid with whatever he had on him, and stepped away from the counter when the items were being handed to him.
Loki, who was quite annoyed with the whole thing, softly asked the man behind the counter to kindly escort their buy to the car. Loki didn't want Tony to see how weak he had become. Especially since he'd wasted most of his reserve magick on something totally hate-fueled. The man obliged, and from the inside of Loki's coat, Lokitty mewled. Tony stopped, turning comically slow to the god, whose eyes were wide. He parted his lips and mewled himself, almost perfectly imitating the kitten's sound.
The man beside him looked at Loki as if he were crazy, and Tony barely supressed a (Extremely manly) giggle. As the liquor was loaded into the trunk, Loki climbed into the car, his cheeks stained red with embarrassment. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Tony howled with laughter.
"Holy crap, Reindeer Games. That was the best thing I've seen in maybe all of my life."
"Shut up."
"Like, what's everyone on Asgard gonna say when I tell your brother you meowed in a liquor store?"
"Shuut uuuup!" Loki whined, looking to the side to hide how red his face got. He was thankful that he didn't turn an unnatural color, seeing as though it liked to sneak up on him whenever it pleased.
Loki wondered what Tony would have to say if he were to get inebriated.
And blue.
"You ready for public humiliation?"
"If by 'you', you mean yourself, as I personally see to it that you fall out of the window without your suit getting in the way and your body hits the ground if you tell a soul, then yes. I am." He looked at Tony and spoke with venom, but the blush that still stretched across his cheeks kept making the inventor laugh harder.
"Alright, alright princess. Let's have us a little competition. Drinking contest. If I win, I get to tell Thor, and the Avengers. If you win, I'll keep my mouth shut."
"Then I will see to it that you do not win." Loki smirked, exhausted as he was, and his eyes glimmered mischieviously.
"We'll see about that." Tony looked quickly at Loki, and arched an eyebrow.
"That we will."
