Notes: ummm…so how long has it been again? I am so sorry but I got so DISTRACTED! That's not a good reason but there are several other frostiron stories I have written up now (and some of them are actually complete!). I know it's a terrible 'sorry' gift but I am sorry. So so so sorry I didn't update sooner! Also, for those who got my Sherlock references in the previous chapters, here is a cumberbatch of cookies for you! (Hehe! I think I am so funny!) I hope there are still people interested in this story. It's okay if you are not. I am a bit of a dick of an "author"!


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Within 5 minutes of the announcement, his cell phone began to ring and after he had hit ignore for the 7th time, he just turned the damn thing off. Thor must have been persistent because not moment later, his landline was ringing and without even looking at the caller id, he had unplugged the damn thing. He enjoyed an hour or more of silence before he was interrupted by the knocking on his door.

He opened the door to find a middle aged woman that he had never seen before holding a casserole dish in her hands.

"I am Diana from the apartment 22B downstairs and I made some extra casserole." She said with a huge smile as she presented the dish. Loki gave a stiff smile and accepted the casserole, trying not to examine it suspiciously. In his 5 years of living in the building, he didn't even remember greeting any of his neighbours let alone been offered free food by them.

"Thank you." Loki said, offering a quick smile and decided it would be too rude to shut the front door on someone's face so he waited for the older woman to walk away, which it seemed she had no plans of doing. It was as if she was waiting for someone else, discreetly (but not that discreetly since it was obvious to Loki) trying to peer inside the apartment,

After an awkward moment of a pained smile from himself and a rather excited one from his new found neighbour, Diana nodded emphatically and looked at her wrist watch.

"Oh! I must be going now. I think I left the telly on." She said, her eyes wrinkling at the corner.

As Loki saw her turn the corner, he hastily shut his door and placed the casserole on his kitchen countertop. He stared at the offending object, covered in silver foil and slowly peeled the cover off. The smell that escaped was glorious. He was salivating but he was still paranoid over it. He had the choice of eating it, which meant he didn't have to make anything for dinner or throwing it in the bins because well, this was New York and it could be poisoned.

At the end, Loki ended up gluttonously scooping the food into his mouth as he worked. With great self restraint, he decided to store the rest of it in the refrigerator. There was no way he could finish all that no matter how good it was. He reminded himself to thank her again in the morning as he went through the documents at hand, carefully trying not to stain them.

He was startled out of his post-scrumptious meal haze by the knocking on his door. He glanced at the clock, it was quite late in the evening and given he didn't get any visitors; he peered at his door suspiciously. With the chain still on, he opened the door to a crack.

It was a man closer to his age, if Loki had to guess. Loki thought he may have seen the man before in the building itself but he still kept the chain on as he answered.

"Omg! It is you! Omg! It's really you!" The young man said, flailing his arms wildly. Loki nodded and provided a polite confused smile but said nothing.

The stranger stroked his trimmed goatee in a nervous gesture, and then went to adjust his plaid shirt and his cap. "My name is Uhh...Gary and I live in the building, upstairs." He pointed his index finger upwards and continued. "Can I just say sir, I am his biggest fan. I don't know if you can tell but like I patterned my whole look after Mr. Tony."

And Loki hated to say it but yes he could tell. He could definitely relate the goatee.

"My hair is not right because there is no product right now" Gary said, removing his baseball cap and fluffed his hair a bit consciously." Loki just nodded, trying to get an idea of whatever the fuck was happening.

Oh right! Gary was still speaking.

"I don't want to make things awkward for you since you are his boyfriend but BOOM!" Gary said dramatically pulling up his sleeve revealing a horrible tattoo, which Loki desperately hoped wasn't Stark's face.

"Oh. Hispanic Scott Bail?" Loki said awkwardly, trying to make jest of the situation but because he got no response he quickly added. "Oh! Is that Sta-Tony!?"

"Yeah, I mean I had it made it off a doll that I made so it's not like off a picture but it would be just awesome if you could get Mr. Tony to sign under it so I could get it tattooed?"

Loki tried to keep his smile. He did. He really did but he was sure it as coming off as a grimace. But oh god! He couldn't take this anymore. He was about to refuse the guy and shut the door when he heard the distinct voice of Tony say, "Sign? For a fan, always! Show me where."

Loki fully opened his door and saw Stark in the corridor to his left and heard the most inhuman screech escape from Gary.

Gary pushed his sleeve higher up and with abnormal speed pulled out a pen from his pocket.

"Whoa!" Tony said, blinking a couple of times as he saw the tattoo and Loki suppressed a smile.

After signing, Gary looked like he was about to pass out but showed no sign of leaving.

"Not to clip your wings, but I need to be with my boyfriend…" Tony gestured towards Loki and the door. "Preferably alone..."

Gary furiously nodded wide eyed and retreated, fishing out his phone. Tony and Loki shared a look; they could swear they heard Gary say, "Omg! Mom, I swear something magical just happened!"

They shared another look and Tony shrugged and sauntered inside the apartment, with Loki still holding the door open.

"By all means, do come in, Stark." Loki muttered sarcastically and shut the door.

"What are you doing here, Stark?"Loki said out loud as he watched the other man play with the potpourri by the keys tray. He smacked away the hand. "But mostly, how did you know I live here?! Are you stalking me?!"

"Oh just wanted to make sure you weren't dead." Tony said, examining the room, fingering the spines of the books on the shelve adjacent to the television. "And, don't worry, I didn't stalk you. JARVIS did. I had him run you down."

"Why would I be dead?!"Loki asked incredulously then thought about what stark had said. "And who is Jarvis?"

"Your phone was dead and you weren't picking up your landline which, I can see now has been plugged off."Tony said, dumping his entire body on the couch only to howl in pain and squirm on the couch till he retrieved a pen from underneath that had apparently poked him violently in the fall. Loki looked back with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Well, as you can see I am not dead." Loki said and being the gracious host he was, offered drinks.

"Brandy will do."

Tony took his drink and Loki himself took some Vodka and Tonic. Silently, they sipped at their drinks until Loki remembered, Tony hadn't answered him fully.

"Who is Jarvis?"

"JARVIS is my AI."

Loki nodded, not really understanding but unwilling to ask. He was in the yellow pages, so maybe it was not that difficult to track him, albeit a little creepy. "Why are you here?"

Like I said, I thought you were dead.

Loki just presented his not amused face

"Okay, I may have…just a little. Just a little though, thought, maybe I went a little, over board with everything and maybe you decided, you know to back out on me…"Tony said.

"You thought I would back out on you?"

"Well, you don't really have much obligation to this, now do you?"

"No. No, I don't"

Tony nodded and for a moment remained solemn and silent. For a moment.

"Does that mean no tongue when we kiss for the cameras?"

Loki rolled his eyes at Stark's remark and decided to ignore it.

He walked over to the kitchen, and checked his fridge.

"It's late. Do you want anything to eat? There is left over chicken casserole-"

"Ice-cream!"

"What?"

"I want some ice-cream!"Tony was bouncing excitedly like a kid.

Loki made a show of searching his freezer. "Geez, I don't have any."

"That's alright. C'mon! Let's get some ice-cream"

"It's late, Stark."

"Tony. Name is Tony and its only 9! I promise to have you back by your bed time!"Tony cheekily said, winking but since all he got in response was a dull glare, he added. "No seriously! C'mon! Put a scarf and a coat on if you must and let's go! I know a place but we have to hurry! They close around 10!"

"Why don't you go and I stay here."

"Oh c'mon! You don't want me to go to an ice-cream parlour alone at this time! The media would have a field day if they saw me! Not even half a day of announcing I am finally dating someone and I am buying the most universal comfort food known for breakups at this hour of day! I DO have a reputation to maintain."

"Hah! So you do agree it's late!"

"Are you listening? I don't want to look like a heartbroken soul!"

"Oh! Please! They probably won't notice you!"

"I am Tony Stark! Of course they would!"

"Very modest, aren't we?"

"C'mon Loki! This could be like our first mini date!"

"Really, Stark?"

"Tony. T-O-N-Y and yes, unless you count the breakfast today morning, then this is would be the 2nd unless you count last night's dinner! Whoa! We are moving fast! But don't worry, I don't put out till the 5th date!"

"Fine fine! Let's just go!" Loki conceded just to make the other man stop talking. He picked the trench coat hanging on the stands by the shoe rack and forcefully opened the door. "Get out fast! Or I am leaving you in and handing the keys to your biggest fan somewhere upstairs."

"Geez! I just wanted some ice-cream!"


Notes: Please review! I mean it's okay if you don't because you are mad at me because the fact that I have already changed my tumblr url twice(!) just goes to show how long I haven't updated for!
My tumblr is now cumbercrack
I love you all so much.