"Stop it!" Loki picked up the first thing he could grab and launched it out the window. He screamed as if in pain and began kicking and breaking everything he could his hands on, smashing lamps and flipping furniture. And Tony simply watched the rampage, mindful not to also get tossed or crushed. The trickster let tears stream down his face as he smashed the television and threw several more things out the window before ultimately dropping to his knees. He cried out, hitting the ground with his fists.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" He turned to Tony, and tensed as the man pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Because I want to."
He'd never felt so tired. Loki spent who knows how long crying hopelessly into Tony's chest, his bony fingers digging into the other man's back. But for as much as he ached, it felt good. No, it felt incredible. He'd never been able to show this level of weakness to anyone, and vowed he never would. After spending so long stuck in the Bifrost, he'd taught himself to show nothing but cold strength. If he couldn't have love he would have fear.
He wasn't sure how long they'd stayed like that, but it was nice. The trickster ran his slender fingers through Tony's hair gently, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, dry tears on his cheeks.
"I've never felt so light."
"Do you want me to stay on you so you don't float away?"
Loki chuckled lightly and sighed.
"You are an idiot, Tony Stark."
"One of my better qualities, I've been told." The brunette smiled and nuzzled his face closer to Loki's neck. He smelled nice, and Tony knew for a fact it wasn't lotion or cologne. It was the smell of the other man's skin, and the smooth aroma of his hair. It wasn't like the musky smell of any human, but the rich scent of someone who once held the title of god.
"What have you done to me Stark?"
"Well I let you trash my home, for starters. But it's nothing I can't pay someone to fix." Though reluctant, Tony propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the trickster beneath him. For the first time, his eyes were calm. They were no longer a storm of lost hope and bitter rage, but a smooth sea of peace. Loki cupped Tony's cheek in his hand, his palm and fingers cold.
"Why?"
The brunette leaned into the touch slightly, his eyes fixed on Loki.
"I guess I have a thing for people as broken as I am."
Both men shared a light laugh at Tony's reply before Loki spoke up.
"Are you broken Tony?"
Tony leaned closer to Loki until their faces almost touched, and tangled his fingers in the man's ebony locks.
"For a guy with technically no heart, I'd say I'm pretty broken." He leaned closer still, his heart beginning to beat faster until his lips finally touched Loki's. He let go of a small moan, almost surprised when Loki actually kissed back. Jade eyes fluttered shut, and Loki let himself enjoy the taste of the other man on his lips. It was raw and bitter, but Loki loved it. Soon his arms wrapped around Tony's neck and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened until they had to pull apart to breathe.
"I must admit, you have a talented tongue."
"I've heard the same about you." Tony chuckled and kissed Loki again softly. "So Reindeer Games, you feel better?"
Loki swatted Tony in the back of the head, but didn't fight much. "Do not call me that. I have a proper name, and you would be wise to use it when addressing me."
"Of course Loki, god of Mischief and Lies, son of Odin and I forget the rest."
The trickster laughed as he hadn't in a while. Not his usual dry laugh or the laugh of a mad man, but the truly amused laugh he'd so long withheld.
"Glad I could get you to smile." He took that as a victory. Tony stood and pulled Loki up with him, and the trickster finally saw the effects of his outburst. Glass lay strewn all over the carpet, not to mention the furniture and other debris. His smile faltered slightly, and he looked at Tony with guilty eyes.
"I can fix this."
"It's fine, I'll get it all replaced. It's just a good thing you didn't have your meltdown in my lab." A crooked smile graced Tony's lips and he led Loki to the kitchen.
"Why do you trust me? I could have very easily ripped out your heart or stabbed you with glass."
"But you didn't." Tony shrugged as he replied and filled two cups with coffee. He handed one to the trickster before fixing his own.
"That's not the point." The trickster looked at Tony seriously.
"Well, why don't you trust me?"
He couldn't claim to have an answer. Loki ran his tongue along his teeth in thought then looked at his coffee.
"I trust no one. It's easier that way."
"Sounds like a good philosophy to me. I personally like Dean Martin's choice words. You wouldn't know who he is." Tony quickly added to his comment upon seeing the puzzled look on Loki's face. "It was during one of his skits. He stood up and said 'I don't drink alcohol anymore. Now I freeze it and eat it like a Popsicle."
"I am unsure who this Dean Martin is or how that relates to what we were just talking about."
"It relates because I say so." The brunette took a big gulp from his drink then set the cup down. Not alcohol, but good enough. "Besides, I hate how serious you get."
A devious little smirk stretched Loki's lips, and for some reason, Tony felt he would soon enough regret his words.
"Oh? And just how is it you'd prefer me to behave?"
"Like you are right now. When you just sit there and look at everybody like you're better. It's easier for me to guess what you're thinking that way. I hate not knowing things."
"And what makes you think you understand my thoughts?"
The playboy pursed his lips in thought, eyes cast upward. "Well because that's the same thing I think all the time. Without the evil smile though."
"I was under the impression you thought it was 'sexy'." Loki leaned forward slightly, and that playful spark in his eyes ignited something in Tony.
"I said that to be nice."
"I also believe there was mention of the particular look in my eyes." The trickster stood, and slowly made his way over to Tony. He was frozen, though it wasn't really as if he would have run away otherwise. Loki's eyes pegged Tony where he stood, and soon their bodies were so close Tony could feel a light chill.
"Now you're just being mean."
"I am cruel, aren't I? Though it doesn't seem to bother you in the least, Tony." A shudder ran through Tony as he heard his name pass the trickster's lips. "Why is it that you're the only one not repulsed by my presence?"
