It's a high school universe in this chapter with a shy Harry. If you think Tony Stark isn't in character, that's my bad. I haven't written him in a while so…

Word or Theme: Mistletoe

Tony had a Christmas party every year at his large mansion-like house. Harry was invited like every year because they're best friends. But when he heard Loki Odinson was going to be there, Harry almost wanted to not go. Him and Loki, dressed up, with alcohol and music, was very bad. Mainly because of his crush on the senior.

Really, though, the actual crush was more than that. Harry loved him. They went from classmates to friends, and Harry eventually fell. How could he not when Loki was who he was?

Tony found out about it when he and Loki got to be friends from their mutual friendship with Harry and one day it just spilled out. The teasing to ask Loki out never stopped. He had the same reasons why every time. One, his older brother Thor who was in college would threaten him, and he was big. Two, he was way better than Harry with his popularity (though Harry did have plenty of friends he loved). And third, Loki deserved somebody fit for him, somebody taller and without big glasses and messy hair, somebody as perfect as him to look good together.

There were times when Harry really hated loving Loki; it just hurt him too much. Especially now, around Christmas, where everybody seemed to be all lovey-dovey.

That morning in Biology, Tony bugged him as usual. But this time it was about Steve Rogers. The hot blonde Tony couldn't stop talking about for the past three weeks who just transferred.

"I've got a plan," he began.

Harry immediately didn't like that. "Tony, your plans always get me in trouble. I'm already grounded until Friday because last week Loki and I switched the meatloaf with—well, it doesn't matter. You don't wana know." Harry shook his head, shivering. They had gone a little too far there.

Tony's eyes widened. "What? I ate that, you know! But anyways, as I was saying… I have a plan to get me into those tight blue pants over there," he said, gesturing towards Steve's seat. "And it involves mistletoe."

And he proceeded to go on about this crazy, not really that well thought out, plan. Tony said that they were going to be stalkers—his words—and wait for Steve to use the bathroom at his place during the Christmas party and plant it above the door where he would have no choice to kiss Tony, who would be waiting outside.

The teacher told them to be quiet, and Tony waved it away with a smile.

"But why do I have to be involved?" Harry whispered.

Tony pointed at him. "You're my best friend, that's why."

That Friday was the party. It was big and expensive and loud, but Tony's dad paid people off so his son could throw this party without noise complaints. Really, it was the only time of the year he was a good father. Tony used it to his advantage, of course.

Harry was dressed in his best shirt and pants, with a pair of shiny shoes Tony gifted him yesterday out of the blue. He was two hours into the party and had just left a group of his science friends from Chem. when Tony came running up to him, obviously drunk, waving his hand about.

"Harry! Go put the mistletoe up! Steve just went in!"

"Why can't you? I don't—"

Tony didn't let him finish. "I'm shorter," he said, and pouted. "I can't reach the top of the door to put it up."

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and walked away. "Good plan, Tony," he shouted at him.

They went to the nearest bathroom and Tony handed it to him with a happy smile.

"This is very strange, I hope you know that," Harry said, reaching up to stick the kissing plant up, and was about to turn around to leave when the door opened and froze in his spot. Harry was worried Steve would think Harry wanted him or something, and knew he'd have to explain Tony's stupid idea.

Instead of Steve, it was Harry's worst nightmare—or best wet-dream. A smirking, tall and handsome, slicked back hair and sparkling blue eyed Loki Odinson.

The God—that's what Harry called him sometimes—smiled down at him. "Evening, Harry."

He tried not to blush at how hot Loki looked in his silk shirt and slacks. So tall and perfect lips and—oh, he said hello, right?

Harry smiled. "Er. Hi, Loki."

Loki saw the plant hanging above. "Is that mistletoe?"

"Y-yeah. It was for Tony—" and he turned around to gesture to him and saw nobody. Harry glared and immediately figured out the real plan Tony must've had. To have him and Loki kiss under the mistletoe.

My best friend is a prick.

"You look displeased. Tony left you all alone, hmm?" Loki leaned on the doorframe. "I never thought you two would be together."

Harry made a face, and Loki chuckled at that. "No. We aren't. That would be disgusting. He said this was for Steve but now I know it was for—" Harry closed his mouth before something bad came out, like a confession of love or some nonsense.

Loki raised a brow. "For who?"

"No one. Just. No one. Let's go back to the party, okay?"

Loki grabbed his arm before he could leave. Harry was confused at the sudden touch. "Loki?"

The look in his eyes could start forest fires. It was a turn on and scary, and Harry knew he'd be seeing this face of Loki when he masturbated because how could he not. "I've seen the way you stare at me in class, Harry."

Harry froze. "R-really?"

Loki nodded, and he looked like he was concentrating on something before he said smoothly, "And Tony has told me about your feelings toward me."

Harry looked to the ground. "He did, did he?" That was more than embarrassing, to have his best friend out his feelings to his more-than-crush. His best friend really was a prick.

"Harry."

The softness in his tone had Harry glancing up. "Yeah?" he said equally as soft.

"You are oblivious if you do not see that I feel the same."

The shock must've been really apparent because Loki grinned. "You are oblivious, so I won't be angry. We've been friends for a long time, Harry, and I couldn't help but fall in love with you."

More shock. His mouth dropped open. "Love? You love me? Harry Potter?"

Loki laughed. He cupped Harry's warm cheek, and his thumb twitched against Harry's skin at the corner of his mouth. The contact was amazing, more than amazing—it was too perfect. "I love you, Harry Potter."

Harry laughed with tears in his eyes. Because Loki loved him back. "Why didn't you say something before?"

"I could ask you the same."

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, well, I suppose I was waiting for Christmas to come along and make it merrier."

"It would be merry any time of the year."

Loki bent forward until he was so close Harry could feel his breath against his face. He glanced up for a second, then back at Harry's face, or more specifically at Harry's lips. "The mistletoe is waiting."

After kissing Loki for probably longer than he should, they went back to the party hand-in-hand. Harry saw Tony with Steve, making out by the bar, and they saw each other.

Harry glared. Tony glared back. Then they both smiled happily and started kissing their boyfriends. This time, Harry did so without the help of mistletoe.