Thanks for all the current favorites and follows and reviews. I only got like one review on the last two chapters. I'm on AO3 as LokiNeedsHugs1031 if you wanna read stuff on there instead. Anyway, this is a VERY important chapter as it moves Tony and Loki's relationship forward. I will be starting a new semester in a couple days, so my updates might be later than I would wish. I thank you for ALL your support! Again, if any suggestions let me know!

Tony turned Loki around in the swivel chair, shocked green eyes locking with his own, "What do you think about Saturday night?" he smirked, waggling eyebrows, "Really great Italian place, best in town and very obscure."

Loki's lips twist, and he wanted to say no, in fact it was quick to leave his mouth but the eagerness in Tony's eyes made him stop. He had refused at least three times in the last few weeks, "Saturday?"

"Yeah, is that too soon?" Tony's brow furrowed slightly, it had been a little over three weeks since Loki's big confession. And although they had had plenty of alone time and talked more about their relationship, Tony was still careful to push Loki at all. On anything. Even a date. He knew it would do him good, to get out of this tower. He'd been cooped up for months now in fear of being seen. He was losing track of time actually.

Most of the Avengers knew of Loki's presence and predicament, his past. And even though Natasha had yet to really made contact, Tony figured that Barton must have talked to her. Bruce, he had yet to really talk to, he'd gone out of country shortly after the New York attacks and he held out on the hope that when he did show back up at the tower he'd have a chance to speak to him before anyone else.

But that wasn't his worry. Loki's mental state was. And even though his nightmares were a little less frequent than before, he was still skittish. That was a Loki Tony was not use to.

"I-I must admit; I do harbor some trepidation leaving your home, after all it isn't as if my mother's wards can go outside this building."

"Our home," he began, "Yeah, but babe, it's been weeks and we haven't heard peep out of big dick in the sky or your dad."

Loki doubted greatly that Thanos was still hunting him, but it didn't keep him from worrying. On the subject of Odin Loki knew he could keep under the radar as long as he wanted to. That was unless word was let loose on Asgard. And he had yet to hear back from his mother. Thor had told him that he had delivered the letter and she wrote one for him as well. That he did return. It said simply that she loved him and that she would do everything in her power to retrieve research on his blood family and race. He had never divulged the contents of the letter to Thor, and Thor being Thor, never really questioned. He was merely happy to be on Midgard to spend time with his mortal woman, and he was tricking his own father with 'business' to see her.

Knowing his silence was far too long he answered, "Yes, I would like that very much," he finally spoke, "I do believe I'm rested enough to produce a guise, of course you'll see me as I am but others will see anything I want them to."

Tony was smiling once more, wrinkles in his brow all but gone, "Great," he clapped his hands together, "And just as long as I get to see that beautiful face, you 'guise' yourself into whatever makes you comfortable." He gently grabbed Loki's chin and pressed a kiss to his lips, "We're having a night out on the town, I have clothes for you and everything."

"I am not sure I'm comfortable with that. I am not some doll for you to dress," Loki frowned slightly.

"Trust me babe, you'll love it, I know your taste, don't I? Come on, I mean, if you don't like it you don't have to wear it. I just wanted to surprise you."

Loki felt immediate guilt, "Very well, I'll allow it this once. But if it is indeed something that I distaste I'll be happy enough in one of your horrid music shirts and jeans."

"You could pretty much wear a potato sack and look like a model honey, so yeah, whatever you want."

And only because Tony was so smiley that Loki allowed it.

Saturday came too fast and Loki wouldn't admit out loud that he was nervous, but he was. Very nervous. He wasn't sure if it was all about leaving the tower, or going out on a 'date' as Tony called it. It made him wonder if that included expectations, according to Midgardian standards that usually implied some kind of physical interaction. He was more or less shocked to unwrap the deep blue colored suit. He was so expecting something 'green', it was coupled with a stark white shirt and an equally blue tie. And he couldn't say that he didn't like it, but it was so unlike anything he wore on Asgard. But who was he kidding, there were no garment like this even remotely familiar on Asgard.

He wasn't even aware of Tony in the room, only when he heard the high whistle did he turn away from the mirror, "Damn kiddo, you clean up beautifully, fucking hell."

"You told me I look beautiful in a potato sack…"

"Baby, you could be in anything you'd be beautiful, but fucking hell," he said again, "You look absolutely gorgeous in that suit. You like it?"

"It will suffice," he said but was smiling, barely hiding it.

Tony smiled, "Yeah, I thought so. You ready?"

Loki nodded, taking the offered arm, "Aren't we a gentleman tonight."

"So, just out of curiosity, what are other people seeing?"

Again Loki was grinning, wider than usual, brilliant white teeth standing out against his bubble gum mouth, "Well, I thought I would let you off easy and disguise myself as a busty woman. But no, I'm a tall dark blonde…and I'm male. You might as well announce to the world that you are in love with a man. I wasn't going to deny myself that pleasure."

Tony laughed, quick and rough, "I didn't expect anything less."

They entered the restaurant and Loki was happy that it was indeed dark and out of the way, they were even earned a private room to dine. Getting out into the city was a blessing, despite the lack of actual fresh air, it was the sights and sounds that were a welcoming change. The air began to grow stale in the tower, and that was both mentally and physically so. He shimmied into the booth alongside with Tony. They ordered and then were left alone.

"Thank you Tony, I really did need this," he said, sipping at his wine, it smartly settling his nerves.

Tony scooped up one pale hand in his and kissed his knuckles, inwardly he was pumping fists at the look of utter contentment on Loki's face. He was sure that Loki would freak out at the prospect of a public outing, but here he was, brow relaxed, mouth not drawn into a frown, and eyes crinkled with the gentleness of smiles. And with this observation he more or less leaned up and captured Loki's lips, and he didn't even care when the waiter returned with their food. Normally he would be worried about paparazzi but as soon as the waiter left they were veiled with a curtain from photographers and even Loki didn't object. One arm snaking around Tony's waist and pulling him closer kissing Tony into a wordless mess.

"We need to get out more often," Tony gasped when Loki finally let loose of his lips.

"Perhaps," Loki grinned.

"Like a vacation, I need it, you need it, we should do it,"

"Yes," Loki chewed at his damp kissed lips, "When all is settled. Perhaps." He repeated the word.

"We'll worry about that later, we're here right now, that's all that matters," Tony's face was all seriousness, filling Loki's glass, "Just tonight, got it? I want you to relax, have fun."

Loki nodded, mouth quirking back into the easy smile from earlier, "Yes of course."

Two bottles of wine later and they were back at the tower, crashing into one another, barely in the elevator as it descended to the penthouse. Tony knew what he was doing, he'd drank less than Loki, letting him let loose for once And yes, he was letting loose, he hardly had them in the limo before he was almost straddling Tony's lap.

"Hey, hey, hey, hold on a minute, we're almost home," Tony said against the plump, wet mouth against his nearly sucking the life out of him, that and control.

"You are aware that I could transport us," Loki was indeed slurring, pressing his long, lean body against Tony's.
"No, no, hold on there baby, you've had a few, let's do this the old fashion way," and thankfully there was the ding that announced his floor, "Come on,"

Loki, besides his inebriated state, was moving them to the bed, "You are a wonderful kisser, have I told you that? Your mouth, Norns…"

"No actually but I don't mind hearing it," Tony chuckled as they tumbled to the bed, and he was kissing back, tracing gentle, careful kisses over the pale exposed throat to him. All unintentional. Then Loki's suit jacket was gone, tie loose and white button up open and Tony carefully pressed Loki to the bed, "Hey, why don't we go to bed. You need sleep."

"On the contrary I need something else," and he tugged Tony forward so swiftly he almost crashed into him, devouring his mouth, tongue slipping past the seam of his mouth and making contact with Tony's.

Tony groaned against his will, kissing back and for a moment he lost himself completely, pressing against the lean body beneath him, hands moving up beneath the dress shirt over an endless amount of beautiful, soft skin. But he stopped, "Loki," he began.

Loki had other ideas and was pulling Tony's own dress shirt over his head in one fellow swoop, "Tony, I want you."

"Sweetheart, I want you too, but let's," but he was against cut off and flipped onto his back, and he wasn't sure when both of their clothes went completely missing but they were, leaving them both half naked. He managed to tuck a surprised yelp.

They resumed their kissing and it was hot and fervent and needed. Tony hadn't made out like this since high school, it was messy, uncoordinated and perfect. His hands roving over that perfect chest, and remembering all the soft and hard parts of Loki's body. Tony wasn't even thinking to move it beyond this gentle groping, and as fast and crazy as their kisses. Our of purre reaction he moved lower and as soon as his hands moved over the seam of Loki's pants Loki froze. Even in his drunk addled mind he was suddenly gasping for air, but afraid to protest for some reason.

"W-Wait, I-I, wait," Loki was suddenly all void of the passion he was before, and there was remanence of a sob so close.

Tony stopped, he would smugly admit later that he predicted this. He only kissed each corner of Loki's mouth, removing his hands and resting them on his waist, "It's okay, stop, we're not going any farther than this," he kissed him fully once more despite the outright trembling radiating off the body beneath him, "Sweetheart, breathe, it's okay," he kissed him again, "Let's sleep, I've got some comfier clothes than this suit. You just rest here,"

In Loki's alcohol addled mind he nodded, and soon he felt Tony undress him of his slacks and soon after that slipping sweat pants and t-shirt on he took a breath.

"I'm sorry," Loki mumbled against his will, despite his sudden sluggishness, feeling guilt.

"Stop it," Tony halted, "Let's get some sleep, I had a fantastic night, just seeing you smile was enough."

Loki knew the tears in his eyes were probably there because of the alcohol, but they were there none the less. They almost gained strength when Tony returned to the bed and gathered him close, "Close your eyes babe, and if you apologize again I'll change the Netflix password."

Loki nuzzled in, burying his face into Tony's neck, the wine still making him fuzzy, his arms fastening around his human's waist, "I love you Tony."

Tony leaned down just enough to find his lips, "I love you too babe, sleep,"

And despite Loki's objections, this date was the best Tony had had in a long time.