Bonus? Yes!
A Word: Loki and Tony in a Freaky Friday situation. Which is totally Loki's fault.
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"I didn't know my face could do that," are Tony's first words that aren't a rant about how much he -justifiably!- hates magic. It's the first thing he really notices when he turns to look at Loki who is not in the least bit phased at the random and unprompted body switch. "Does my face really do that? Why didn't anyone tell me this!?"
Maybe it's the height. He's noticed that his face looks different from the angle of Loki at his full height. Which is something he's never really considered before. That people taller than him are not getting the full effect of the effort her puts into himself. He'll have to look into that after this whole thing has been fixed. Get Jarvis to work on something for him, because like hell is Tony going to allow this travesty to continue.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about," Loki says and even though it's Tony's voice he still manages to sound entirely like himself. "But I rarely do. Please go on about whatever it is. Waste our valuable and very short opportunity."
"Short," Tony repeats and he stalks across the room to loom over Loki who is sprawled out on the couch. It's surprisingly easy and Tony makes a note to figure out if it's the height or the long jacket the other man favors. "And how do you know this," Tony flicks Loki's long fingers back and forth between them, "is going to be a short term thing?"
Even on his own face, Loki's slow and devious smile sends chills of fear and intrigue up Tony's spine. "Why are you asking so many questions, Anthony?"
Familiar fingers curl into one of the thousand belts Loki normally wears. Blunt fingers slightly blackened from a soldering incident earlier pressing distractingly into Tony's thigh. "Would our time not be better spent," Loki chuckles and Tony's knees buckle automatically at a slight pull, "ah, experimenting?"
It's awkward, straddling another body in Loki's long-limbed form, and Tony scowls as he nearly gets pitched off the couch once or twice before they manage to sort themselves out. He glares down at the still smiling man even as he yields to his insistent hands, "Fine, but for the record. I hate magic and this had better be a one time thing."
"Duly noted," Loki intones before he flips them both and Tony forgets whose body is whose for a while.
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