I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in a while writers block is such a bitch.
I have to say I'm so excited to see how many of you like my story you all get a cookie oh hell you all get a three layered cake ^-^ now I apologies for the short chapter but I promise there is more to come. Now on with the story!
Loki flashes into his living room walking over and sitting on his dark green couch, holding his head in his hands he goes over the last few times he encountered Anthony Stark. He leans back on the couch looking up at his ceiling, shaking his head. "What am I doing, have I been alone so long that I seek out one of my enemies for companionship?" snapping his fingers he summons a bottle of Gin, unscrewing the top off he gulps half of the bottle down. Sighing at the familiar burning sensation spreading through his body, normally he doesn't drink much alcohol but he decided now was a good time as any.
When Anthony touched his scars he brought up long forgotten memories he wished stayed in the past. Loki finishes his bottle of Gin within seconds, licking his lips he dismisses the empty bottle away with his hand. Shifting in his seat he relaxes at the slight buzz working its way all over his body. "I should have stayed away from Stark from the beginning, now when he thinks of me it will be nothing but pity." Loki sits replaying the moment when Anthony touched him, the way his eyes were full of pity and something ells he could only hope was part of his imagination.
Loki's eyes harden "After today Anthony there will be no more friendly conversations just enemies fighting to bring the other down." He pulls out a yellowing page from his suit pocket. "Now that I have this my plans for this world may be a reality yet." He sits up and runs his finger over the page. "even if its what I no longer want…" he whispers to himself.
He moves his hands in a pattern in the air and a image of Tony appears, showing him still sitting on the ground only now he has a bottle of scotch. Loki looks at the sight his eyes softening a little. "I am sorry Anthony." he sighs and snaps his fingers making the image disappear. Loki leans his head back against the back of the couch cursing himself under his breath. His eyes slowly shut and Loki drifted off to sleep with Tony plaguing his dreams both with fights and friendlier times that had happened and him wanting more.
The next morning
Loki wakes up to the sound of thunder raging out side his window, getting up he heads to the bathroom for a shower. When the hot water hits he relaxes and thinks about the dream he had last night. Tony's smiling face directed at him, Tony laughing at something he said, Tony down on his knees his suit torn to scraps blood dripping from his head, Tony with his eyes closed laying in a pool of blood with himself standing over him laughing in glee. Loki's stomach twists in an odd way just thinking about Tony dead.
He turns off the shower and steps out to grab a dark green towel, he ties it around his waist after drying most of his hair. Walking up to the sink he wipes the steam of it and looks at himself. Lifting up a pail hand he starts tracing the faded scars around his lips like Tony had done. He stops realizing what he's doing, his eyes harden and he scowls at himself for being so weak. He is Loki the god of mischief and fire he is not weak he is powerful and doesn't need anyone.
He smirks "Just wait Avengers this world will be mine yet." Tony's bloody face flashes in his mind "And you Stark will die by my hand." After saying that something in Loki cried out agents it but he just brushed it off. He waves his hand and he is in his armor. "I have some preparations to do." Loki vanishes from his home.
Don't worry there will be Frostiron soon and I need your help should Tony run into Loki before he puts his plan in affect or should Loki see Tony being his playboy self and get jealous? Or both? Please help I have an amazing case of writers block.