HELLOOOOO! :D Well! First off I am so very happy that at least some people are reading this! Really not my best but I can't stop thinking of like the song so. ^-^ Yay. A small sorry that I have not updated Dog Days yet! I cannot get this fic out of my head and I am low on inspiration for the next chapter. Until then I am also doing school but you know, writing calls! The ship must sail on!

~I like it here, beside you dear,

You're even more, than you appear,

And in the clouds, my head is clear,

Every time you say hello~

Tony paced back and forth in front of the tree, on the grass that was now a light brown there was a blanket and a few bottles of wine. The wine bottles were really just for his entertainment and nerves seeing as he had been waiting here sense noon and it was now 10 pm. He had been lying on the blanket and drinking all day sense Pepper's visit.

His CEO had stormed in at 9 am that morning. It really was amazing how suddenly that woman could just kill everything in your life in the 15 minutes it took to shut her up. Everything about questions with the press, questions about his drinking, questions about responsibility. Questions about who the figure he would sit with all night was. That was what she was most furious with.

Now he had never really got going with Pepper. Sure she was his like only friend, and they had slept together at least 3 times. Sure they told everyone about how they were dating. Sure he took her on expensive dates and bought her the best jewelry that any man or woman or machine has ever cut. Sure. But he had never fallen in love with her. And she had never stopped hounding him to get his "act" "together." Now they barely even tried. They had never officially broken up or anything. But the last date they had been on was 4 months ago. She never texted or called or stayed at his tower or mansion for fun and relaxation anymore. Hell, Tony couldn't remember the last time they had said that they loved each other. Which, surprisingly enough, is what Tony really wanted, what he really needed. To be loved and to love someone back. Of course he had never actually told anyone this. Could you just imagine, the ever famous play boy Tony Stark, Iron Man, confess that he was just a hopeless romantic struggling to find someone to live with. Haha… No.

So why had he came here? Why did he pack up his most expensive classy wine and best blanket he could find in his closets, to come and sit here by himself. Did he think that magically this tree was going to make him feel any better? …did he think that Loki would make him feel better? No of course not. In fact he was still scolding himself for not calling Shield. He had murdered Phil Coulson. PHIL. COULSON. That alone should mean death sentence. Could you kill a god….. Ugh stupiEd wine… Making his thoughts go everywhere.

With a defeated sigh Tony collapsed back on to the blanket leaning against the trunk and filling up another large wine glass with the strong red liquid. Bottoms up.

Loki had been having… a terrible day. This of course on low standers for him but still… It was a terrible day. He had decided to get a hotel room that night, a cheap run down one on the back side of a highway. But still. It had a clean enough shower and a bed with a blanket. Good enough. The god had settled down at about 2 am glad to get some rest.

He was woken at 7:14 in the morning by an angry and half deranged manager who was screaming about how he had not paid, though he really had. Just wanting to get back to bed and sleep until the stars came out again, Loki fished around the entire room for the wallet that he had bought that held Tony's money in it. However after 5 minutes of frantic looking, the manager grabbed Loki's coat through it at him and through him out.

So now worn to the bone, hungry rather lost and without money, he walked down the street with his suit jacket's collar pulled up desperately trying to block out some of the hot sticky rain that was falling. Angrily he muttered to himself as he wandered down the highway. Reminding himself that he was working on not talking to himself, because only insane people do that, he sighed and took a deep breath and stood up straighter, only to be smacked in the face and down his chest with wet sloppy mud that one of the cars picked up and splashed him with. He had wiped his face as best he could and snapped to teleport.

He landed in the normal spot 20 feet away from the tree, pleased to find it was sunny from the warm feel on his soaked back. Spitting out a mouthful of water that tasted like a rotting crow he stumbled over to the tree not yet having seen Tony as is he was trying to remove mud from his eyes.

Tony looked up shocked at the sudden sharp snap of a portal. He caught himself beaming as he watched the green magic work its way in to a doorway. Blinking he frowned lightly at seeing a rather worse for wear Loki stumble through. And whoa did he look like shit. What looks like the remains of his older green sharp suit on, only the shirt was hastily buttoned and the jacket was coated in murky water, his hair was dripping wet and looked as if he had just rolled out of bed with only 15 minutes of sleep. With a pang of sympathy, and before he knew what he was doing, Tony got up and took a hold of his arm leading him on to the blanket to sit down and helping him take off his coat.

Loki instantly reacted in a bad way. He jerked backwards and spat a curse in what sounded like some sort of European language at him. "Hey, hey. Calm down it's just me. Sit down you look like shit." Surprisingly after he made himself known the God sank to his knees and let Tony strip his coat off and throw it aside. They remained in silence as Tony used a corner of the blanket to help Loki clean the mud out of his eyes so he could see. When he finally did open it he smirked and dropped back on to his heels.

"Welcome to the world of the living then." Loki just blinked a few times and looked up at him from his half laying down position. Tony just smirked and poured him a big glass of wine and handed it to him, "A drink for your thoughts?" Looking at it shakily for a moment until he regained his sense and sat up, Loki took the drink and just tossed back a few gulps. That made Tony laugh.

"I thought I drank fast, but you burn through this stuff don't you?" Leaning back against the trunk of the tree Tony took another long drink. Another five minutes of quiet. This was different then it was at night. Granted it was almost dark but it was only 5:45 in LA time. And children and young couples still roamed the ocean and beaches below them. But up here they were safe from prying eyes and questions. "So." And with the normal Stark charm, Tony rolled his head to look over at the God who was also staring blankly at the beach. "How was your day?"

Loki blinked processing the question before tossing his head back and laughing breathlessly. Tony smirked proud of the reaction. "That bad?" The trickster shook his head, "You have no idea." Instantly challenged Tony leaned up a bit more, "Oh yah? Try me?" Deciding to bite Loki nodded for him to go first taking another deep drink and automatically pouring himself another one, which Tony liked.

"My…" He held up his fingers as best he could with a half full red wine glass in his hands to do quotation marks around the next word, "Girl….Friend…" Down go the hands. "Decided to have a loving visit to tell me how much of a loser I am. At 9 in the morning!" His comically exasperated voice made Loki admit a sound that he swore was a giggle. A GIGGLE.

Smirking Tony allowed himself to survey the God who still looked like a complete mess. But incredibly casual. With Mud covering his nose and his left cheek with a scratch or two on his right from a pebble that must have shot up and go him and his hair mussed up everywhere, no leather, no metal, no helmet, not even a suit. Just a t-shirt, suit pants and a messed up face that was growing a healthier happier shade of pink to match Tony's with the way they were suddenly laughing and drinking.

"That is pretty awful." Tony decided instantly he liked the conceding in his tone of voice and the small glance of pity in his direction, not enough to seem like he cared, just enough to make Tony feel like he did. Which made him feel fuzzy…. Or that could be the wine.

"But I can top it." The genius poured himself a new glass refilling Loki's to the brim and both of them slammed down another huge half glass. Tony nodded to show he was listening relaxing in to a laying position that Loki soon copied. Taking a moment before the story to bunch the blanket up as a mound that they could both laid against the two lay on the dying grass staring up at the cloudy sky that started to turn orange with a sun set.

"After I left you last night," Had it really only been last night that he had last seen him…? "I went to a place that I am not sure what the name is. But I've stayed there before, it always seems to rain." Tony smirked in to his drink as he sipped it. It was obvious that Loki loved to tell stories the way that he described everything. But he seemed so cautious in telling the story that it made Tony wonder if he had ever been truly heard before.

"Well I stayed at a rundown hotel behind a busy street. Went to bed around 2 I believe. And suddenly I was woken up at like 5 by this blubbering idiot!" Tony burst out laughing and took another drink missing Loki's pleased look at his sudden show of amusement. "He burst in without knocking and started going on about how I hadn't paid to stay the night! Oh do not give me that look Stark I did pay. It just was not on the record. Of course I just wanted to get back to sleep so I started to look for my wallet to pay again. But before I could find it this ape walks out and throws me out tossing my coat after me. When I started walking I got hit by some splash of mud that an arrogant fool through up at me with his machine!"

Tony smirked and just coaxed him in to taking another drink by nodding to the glass, his smirk only widening when Loki instantly downed the rest of it with no complaints. "So I was left on the side of the road as I am now. Soaked, dirty, without rest and with no money." They both sighed heavily and relaxed in to the grass, two bottles of red wine downed and forgotten; they laid next to each other staring at the sky with half lidded eyes feeling the world spin delightfully under them.

Loki, who was quite a bit more sober then Tony, just sighed contentedly and closed his eyes. Tony turned on his side and quietly watched through a daze as Loki slowly fell asleep. He let him stay that way, taking power naps every so often, until the mono was well in to the sky and everyone had gone home. Drunkenly and with a slight ringing filling his ears, the billionaire, reached over and prodded Loki awake.

With an indignant grunt Loki turned on his side and curled up a bit feeling disgusting and wet and tired. When he opened his eyes he found himself 4 inches away from Tony's face. But he did not move, they both sat there staring at each other in silence. That is until Tony smiled lightly and stirred a bit more to make sure the grass would not dampen his clothes.

"You know. I think you make my day better." Loki blinked a few times and pulled away a bit to stare at him more clearly. Tony seemed surer of his answer and only smiled a bit more as Loki looked at him confused. Eventually the God relaxed back in to the grass and closed his eyes muttering something in agreement as he dozed off again.

When Loki woke up, the sun was peering over the sea and there was 700 dollars lying next to him with a note folded over the bills. Sitting up Loki blinked a few times and picked up the note. He found himself smiling at the end of it.

~Hey there my magical mental patient,

Figured you should get a better hotel this time and a better suit. This money is just for food and clothes. I'm calling ahead at a place called the Hilton. Go and get cleaned up.

Next time you decide to show up, I'll be sure to bring some stronger stuff, test your sea legs a bit light weight. You make drinkers everyone look bad.

-Anthony Stark.

By the way. I meant what I said, drunk or not. ~