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Tony's POV

"What do you want to do now?" I asked Loki. We had watched a few movies and eaten Chinese takeout, which Loki decided he didn't like. It was past dinner time, but neither of us were very hungry, probably from the multitude of snacks consumed while we watched old horror movies. Loki rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Sleep."

"It's only eight o'clock!"

"I'm tired, though." I sighed and reclined on the couch.

"Well, I'm not."

"Don't go to sleep, then. Just read or work in your lab or something. Where do I sleep?" I scoffed at how confident he sounded, like true royalty, just expecting everyone to do what he wanted them to.

"Well, in light of the circumstances, I was thinking you would sleep in my room." Loki thought about that for a second.

"Okay, but I can only sleep with you on special occasions. I still need my own room, preferably close to Thor's."

"What? Why only special occasions?" I pouted. He smiled at me devilishly.

"I wouldn't want to spoil you now, would I?" I pouted deeper.

"Well, this is a special occasion. First night in the tower! Well, except for last night, I guess. Besides, I'll have to furnish you up a room, that'll take a couple of days, at least."

"Oh, I think you underestimate your abilities. I'll have my room ready by tomorrow night. Won't I?" I growled and buried my face in the shirt over his stomach.

"But Loki!" I whined. "I want you to stay with me!"

"You're spoiled."

"You're spoiled, Mr. I-have-to-have-my-room-ready-immediately!" Loki laughed loudly and stroked my hair. I pushed his hand away. "Don't tease me! You're so mean!"

"I'm an evil villain; what do you expect?"

"Not anymore!"

"Old habits die hard." I stood up and pulled him to his feet.

"Fine then, come pick your bedroom, Your Majesty."

"I love it when you call me that," he said, smiling sweetly. I rolled my eyes and led him to Thor's floor.

"There are three guest bedrooms on this floor."

"I want the biggest one."

"Good, because the biggest one is just adjacent to Thor's. See down there; that's a gym that Thor likes to run around in. You have your own bathroom, but down here is a little kitchenette. Mostly, everybody eats in the main kitchen, right by the living room where we just were. That's the second floor to the top, just so you know. The floor right above us is Steve's, and now Coulson's I guess. Below us is Clint and Natasha, and then Bruce below them. The medical floor is below his, then the labs. Got it?"

"Mmhmm. Can I have a TV in here?"

"Of course. It can go here, if you want, and we can have white couches put here in front of it."

"Can't I have black leather furniture? I like the marble counters in the bathroom, but I'd rather have gold faucets than silver."

"I don't think that's silver, anyway."

"The color, Stark. I know it's not real silver, but I wish it was golden colored. I could change all these things myself if you let me."

"Okay, sure, go for it." He pulled his sleeves up a little bit and extended his hands toward the bathroom. I speck of green light appeared at the center of the faucets and towel racks, and extended outwards, leaving the metal a shining gold color. Loki smiled proudly at his work.

"That should do. Then black leather furniture and a big TV are all I need from you. And I want a huge bed with a fluffy green quilt and black satin sheets and a lot of pillows."

"Uh!" I scoffed. "Since when do you get to suddenly be all demanding?"

"That's just one of the advantages to having a rich boyfriend," he replied, snaking his arm around my waste again and laying on my chest. "I'm very used to living a rich life. Living in that tiny apartment felt like having my body squeezed by a huge snake," he pouted. "I like living with you much better than my palace, though."

"Really?"

"Yes. Still, in my palace, I was allowed to go to sleep when I wanted to." I chuckled.

"Oh, alright, let's go." I led him up to the penthouse, proudly showing off that my floor was obviously the best. He collapsed on my bed when I showed him my room and moaned pleasantly at the softness of it. I laid down next to him and tugged on his hair until he looked at me.

"Leave me alone, Stark, I'm sleeping."

"Oh, so now it's 'Stark' again, is it?" He smiled and nodded. "Whatever, I have to go to the bathroom, so don't destroy anything, okay?" I jumped over him and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Okay, I did really have to pee, but mostly I just wanted to have a second alone. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times and tried to think things over.

In the last couple of months, I have found a super-villain hiding in an apartment, kept him a secret from my other friends, made friends with him, fell in love with him, stopped drinking for him, stopped having sex because of him, introduced him to my friends, slept on the couch with him, and now he was going to sleep in his big fancy bed with him.

This was not something he had ever premeditated in his existence.

Still, I was very content with how it had worked out. I sat there for a moment, processing things, thinking about everything and then nothing, until I suddenly felt the urge to have Loki by my side. I'd had this urge before, but now I could happily oblige myself any time I wanted. I smirked as I went back into the room and curled up next to Loki.

"What are you so smug about?" Loki said quietly to me. My smirk widened.

"I was just thinking how nice it was to know that I have everything I want right at my grasp. Not a lot of people can say that, can they?"

"So . . . you're really okay with us not having sex for a while?"

"Yeah, I'll live. It's probably good for me anyway." Loki curled up against my chest.

"I can't wait to wake up and have you still be here." I stroked his hair gently until I fell asleep.

I dreamed that I was in a military truck. I had this dream a lot. It was bright and sunny, and the young American soldiers around me were happily going about their business. This time was different, though; Loki was sitting next to me, holding my hand.

He was looking at me anxiously, like he knew what was coming. I did, too. I always did, and in every dream I did everything in my power to stop it, but it never happened. I had given up on yelling at the soldiers; they always ignored me, like they couldn't see or hear me. I had tried jumping out of the truck, but the doors were locked. I had suited myself up with protective gear and guns, but it always disappeared when I needed it. I even tried to stay in the truck, but I would always get blown out.

This time, I just held tightly to Loki and hoped it would be over soon. The bombs came, we were blown out of the truck, and I pulled Loki behind a rock. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to at least protect him, as a missile lodged into the ground next to us, bearing the Stark Industries trademark.

"Tony, wake up!" Loki said.

"No, I won't leave you . . . I'm scared . . ."

"Don't be; it's okay. I'm not there, I'm here. You have to wake up for me." I looked into my arms and found Loki was gone. My vision faded first to black, then to Loki's face above me. "Are you okay?"

"Loki? I'm . . . I'm sorry, I was having a nightmare . . ."

"I know. It's okay now, though. . . What were you dreaming about?"

"The time I got this," I answered, tapping my arc reactor. "You were there this time, though. I was trying to protect you." Loki leaned down against my chest and sighed.

"I'm sorry you had nightmares. I hate nightmares."

"Don't worry about it. Hey, by the way, what time is it?"

"It is 9:27 a.m. sir," Jarvis answered. "The weather is slightly overcast and breezy, expected to worsen this afternoon and clear up later tonight. Would you like me to start up the coffee machine?"

"Yeah, thanks Jarvs."

Not much happened this chapter, but it's of my average length and I have big plans for what's going to happen today, so I thought I'd break it off. REVIEW!