The rest of the day went more smoothly than Tony could have hoped. Nobody died at least. Nobody was mauled. Tony replayed out the afternoon in his head. It went something like this:
"You're incorrigible!" Loki Shrieked, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Ah, but you love me this way."
"I just like to let you think that." Loki said with a quirk of the head and what might have been a wink. Tony still wasn't sure. "Im secretly plotting your murder as we speak."
"Not so secretly apparently." Tony countered, reclining back further on Loki's deskchair.
"The aim is not a secret, but the means remain so. You are unblissfully unaware how I will execute my plan. For all you know, I could have poisoned your drink. Afterall, you didn't see me open it did you?"
And in response to that, most of Tony's beer ended up spluttered in Loki's general direction.
"Relax Stark, your beverage is clean. Which is more than I can say for my very unfortunate carpet."
"Sorry. But you had it coming."
"That I did."
"So… What do you do in your free time?"
"That was a brisk change in topic."
"Sorry, what I meant to say was, 'I'm bored of talking about my own death, what can we do instead?'"
Loki rolled his eyes and thought for a moment before coming up with an idea. "We have a hot tub?"
Within about a second, Tony was up and stripped down to his boxers. "Point the way!"
Loki made Tony leave while he changed into his swimming trunks. And man, did he look hot in them.
"You smell nice." Tony said, lying down next to Loki. "And that didn't sound creepy at all."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome?"
Loki laughed at Tony, moving over to make more room. They lay in silence for a moment before Tony spoke again.
"You're not wearing a shirt."
"Well spotted."
"Hmm…"
"Neither are you."
"huh?"
"you're not wearing a shirt either, Einstein."
"Oh yeah, right." Tony stared at anywhere that was not Loki's chest, "So, wanna do something?"
"What do you propose?" Loki's mind slipped to his daydream earlier on. He felt his face flush and gulped.
"We play a game."
"A game?"
"Yeah. I'll start. What's your favourite colour?"
"Green."
"Correct. Who's your favourite person?"
Loki put a finger to his lip in thought, and replied some seconds later. "Oprah."
"Incorrect."
"What?" He turned to look at Tony sideways. "Oprah is a national treasure. She's inspirational."
"Incorrect." Loki pinched his arm hard. "Hey!"
"What?"
"Ow! It's not my fault you were wrong. I mean seriously, who would you rather sleep with, Oprah or me? Me right? Yes. So obviously she's not your favourite person."
Loki looked at him like he had grown a second head. "What did you say?"
"It was just an example."
The conversation became awkward again, and the sexual tension rose.
"So, regretting not going to that party yet?"
"What? And not being with you? You've got to be kidding."
Loki frowned. "You don't mean that."
"Sure I do. You might be Thor's Kid brother, and don't tell him, but I think you're kinda cute."
"What?"
"Did I stutter."
"No, it's just the second time you've… don't worry."
Tony frowned. "No, tell me."
"Don't tell me what to do Stark."
Tony splashed him.
"Hey! Stop it." Loki laughed as Tony tried to force his head under.
"What's wrong, scared I'll get your hair wet?"
"No!" Loki said to fast, grabbing Tony's wrists and forcing him back against the other side of the Hot tub. He straddled Tony, using his weight to hold the other down. "How do you like me now Stark?"
Tony gulped, cursing the stir in his pants. "Um…" Loki seemed to notice the situation, because he began to pull back. "No." Loki stopped dead in his tracks. Tony's mouth had spoken of its own accord, and his hand was now moving to the back of Loki's neck, and he couldn't stop it. He had no control of his body as it pushed itself up against Loki's and kissed him. Softly on the mouth.
Loki was paralysed.
