Loki was wearing only a pale green shirt and some black suit pants, but it was an improvement. At least he was clothed enough so Tony could look the man on his face. He was pretending to be a rock singer of some sort and everyone treated him wonderfully. He did have a rockstar attitude, if he was honest, and Tony liked being with someone who enjoyed themselves for a while.

The first round was something called jenever, served in a tulip shaped glass. Local delicacies, Loki said, explaining the history of thing as if he were some sort of tourist guide. Then they went to dinner and had a table in a VIP space and Tony felt weird, feeling that he was having a first date with a crazed intergalactic criminal.

Loki asked for a bottle of wine and another of Bailey's and warned Tony that if he got too drunk he may become too honest and then have to erase his memory. Tony smiled, not knowing that they could even get drunk. But then again, he couldn't use Thor as a reference, because they were very different. Not even the same species.

"So, Anthony? Can I call you Anthony? I'm going to, so I hope you don't mind too much. Anthony, what brings you to my temporary home?"

"Business meeting. Brussels was fully booked. Now tell me how the hell you didn't die on Thor's arms."

"I was truly impaled by that creature, look" He said, putting up his shirt and showing a long vertical scar on his stomach. "But I healed my self after I pretended to die in Thor's arms. That way he was happier, thinking I'd died as a hero and I didn't have to go back to jail."

"Not a bad plan."

"Yeah, but I overdid it. Pretended to my not-father aka ruler of Asgard and when the glamour failed everyone turned against me." He took a sip from his Bailey's and looked at Tony up and down, probably wondering if this was a big mistake. "Should I be worried about your Avengers friends showing up to put me in a cell again?"

"I wouldn't worry about that. We aren't in the greatest of terms."

Loki smiled slyly and arched an eyebrow.

"Oooh, drama. Pour yourself a drink and tell your buddy Loki all about it."

And why the hell not?

"I'm starting to wonder if I ever was their friend. It's they're work friends, you know and we talk while we're saving the world and stuff but when the crisis ends no one cares anymore. Sometimes even in the middle of the crisis. I mean, I know I'm a bit over-dramatic and sometimes I don't handle things correctly, and I get stubborn but... I don't know..."

"Not having friends is a horrible feeling. Makes you sad and bitter." Loki interjected, sipping a grasshopper that had suddenly materialized. Tony took a sex on the beach cocktail that had materialized next to him.

"Well, I have friends, technically."

"Technically?"

"Outside of the Avengers friends, I mean, but sometimes I still feel... so alone, you know? Gods, why am I telling you this?"

"Maybe because you've noticed my excessive alcohol intake and figured I might be a kindred spirit? But yes, Anthony, I know how it is to feel alone. I am an authority on being alone and handling it poorly, if you please. Most of my life, I only had Thor, and there were so many things that Thor didn't understand, things he never tried to understand, couldn't understand..."

"And they just laugh or dismiss things as "Tony being flamboyant again and boasting about how smart he is" well, yeah I'm smart and I may be too flamboyant, but fuck it, can I guy not be a bit excessive and break down a little and without having everyone bail on them?"

He finished his cocktail and Tony didn't even care anymore. Another one appeared. Loki listened attentively, and he liked that, it was encouraging.

"This is because I spent all my life trying to have my dad notice me and became this attention whore, I know, but I always thought I good and well-liked on the inside."

"Ah, fathers. What a bunch of bastards."

"How do you go by, Loki? With all the hatred towards you, everyone telling you've always chosen wrong..."

"I do not go by. I hide and pretend I'm someone else, try to ignore everything I've done. It is funny, isn't it? How absolutely sure one is of their actions while doing them, how absolutely certain of being doing the right thing? But when everything falls apart, suddenly, you question all of it, all your reasoning is stupid, and you are stupid and all the things you did and were done to you come in pieces and they are all horrible, everything is horrible and today I'm not a happy drunk."

"Cheers to that."

There was something about Loki and all that liquor that put Tony at easy. Not only just that, partying with Loki exempted him of his sins. Partying with Loki meant he could say anything he wanted, think anything he wanted and he wouldn't be judged. Whatever he'd done, Loki had done worse. They would regret those things at a later time, work on their faults some other moments. Right now, they were allowed to be whiny and dramatic, and demanding and all those things, and were allowed some company who didn't call them out on it.

There was something about the cold in Bruges, about the centuries old buildings, stone, stone, all made of stone so little technology, so little space, there was nothing that they could relate to in that city and yet, it let them breathe. Breathe, so freely, in their drunken stupor.

"There are castles and cathedrals around here, old, so old and so befitting to us, friend Anthony, us who are kings and gods and all the haters can go to Hel!"

"Let them roooooott"

The air almost freezes at the crack of dawn when they are in a stone bridge, looking at the cannals and the horizons.

"It's a new day, Anthony."

"It's a new day, Loki, buddy."

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"We're gonna be so hungover."

A/N: Excuse the many mistakes. Civil war gave me Tony feels so I continued this. Reviews would be very appreciated, do tell me if you liked!