Tony was surprised when there wasn't a weight on his chest. He was more surprised to find himself cleaned and dressed. He began to sit up, only to be greeted by a small grunt that emitted from the shape beside him. Loki, still shirtless, was still asleep, arms curled around Lokitty. Sometime in the middle of the night, the cat probably squirmed in, feeling all alone without a mulling god to keep him company. Tony almost laughed at that; the thought of the almost grumpy god cuddling with a kitten. He couldn't stop thinking of how cute it was.
Tony relaxed, watching the god as he slept. He wondered what Loki was dreaming of, seeing the little movements Loki made. It was Lokitty who stopped those movements. The kitten stretched, purred, and pawed at Loki's face to wake him. The god stirred and blinked his eyes open, yawning.
"G'morning," Loki said muzzily, seeing Tony was already awake.
"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty."
Loki groaned, sitting up slowly and petting Lokitty while rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I am no such beauty."
"Uhh, you don't know how freaking peaceful you looked in your sleep so I think your opinion is invalid."
"How long have you been awake?"
"A little while, why?"
"You already act like an overexcited child so early in the morning." The god slid off the bed and took a look at his now wrinkled shirt distastefully. Tony smiled, taking Loki's sleepy comment as a compliment. He also decided he'd go ahead and like this side of Loki.
"Need a shirt?"
"Maybe... Or maybe I will just walk around this place without a shirt and see how blue I become."
"Alright, wait here a minute."
"Mmkay."
Tony blinked, watching Loki plop back onto the bed, wrap himself in blankets, and nuzzle Lokitty with his nose. "Do hurry, if you are to retrieve something for me," Loki mumbled without looking up. Tony spared one last look at 'Cute' Loki, then left.
The inventor had no reason not to be happy right then. He'd finally reached his goal, from the first encounter, to the sloppy drunkness, to the almost-but-not-quite makeout in the kitchen. Although, he'd rather forget their little drunk scene. He didn't want to remember how utterly upset Loki had been, seemingly, at him, and he hated it. However, he shooed that thought out of his mind as he retrieved an old AC/DC shirt of his.
He inspected it for holes, then the size. Pleased, he took it and walked back to Loki's appointed room. Tony was surprised to see that the god had drifted off, with Lokitty snug in the space between his neck and shoulder. He gave off a sigh, then shook him.
"Wakey, wakey sleepyhead."
Loki started awake, widening his eyes and looking up at Tony. He looked afraid, almost, as if expecting Tony to be someone else, someone he feared. Tony realized uneasily that he didn't like that look at all. But then Loki calmed himself, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck as he eyed the shirt. The gesture was so out of context, so human, that Tony had to stifle the laugh building up in his throat.
"Shirt, princess."
"You are not allowed to call me that," Loki said, taking the shirt and pulling it over his head. Tony grinned.
"You're right, Blue. Guess I forgot."
The god shot him a glare, then lifted his kitten to his shoulder and looked to the bed.
"Shall I do something about this?" He indicated to the rumpled mess of bedsheets and comforters. Tony shook his head, grabbed Loki's hand with such suddenness that the god blushed lightly, and lead him out of the room. Tony felt like a little kid with his crush, childishly holding hands and blushing at a kiss on the cheek.
But they did more than just kissing.
And he did more than just blushing.
Loki blinked, the red staining his cheeks slowly vanishing, and watched Tony walk behind the bar. Their hands were still conjoined, and Loki was able to see the little kitchen area, and watched the hopeless actions of the inventor beside him.
"Do you know how to cook, maybe?" Tony asked after a while of aimless wandering. Loki had already shooed him out of the kitchen.
"Be grateful that I know some of Midgarding cooking, else we die because you've accidentally poisoned us."
"Yeah well. Glad to see god's aren't immune."
"No, you'd create some new deadly toxin and-"
"Alright, I get it. I stink. Just do your thing."
Loki smiled and walked over, kissing Tony softly before full on grinning. "And you say I am the cute one?"
The inventor rolled his eyes and smiled to Loki. "You are."
"Then I guess I am not the only one."
And just like that, things were normal. Well, as normal as it could get with a god and -at times- an unstable human being in a relationship. Dysfunctional, yes. But still good.
At least, for now.
Hi, sorry about how really super late this was, I kind of had a mental breakdown whilst in the middle of writing the thing. The song that I used for writing this was so overplayed that I ended up hating it, and... I almost discontinued this fanficton. If it weren't for a few people who kept telling me to keep on, I would have. Sorry again, and I hope you stay hooked for chapter ten. It's where the plot twists come into place.
Also WOW, 2,000 views allready? Thanks, you guys. Faster update Monday -MAYBE tomorrow, depends on what I'm doing- I promise. Goodnight my lovelies!
