Hi.
Loki
By the time I got back to the apartment building, the sun was dropping out of the sky. I had my schoolbag, Tony's and, a bag of simple groceries. I looked at his door. "Ummm Jarivs, I need in." I said, feeling stupid talking to a door.
"Yessir" Jarvis said as he opened the door for me.
"Thanks Jarivs." I smiled as I stepped in and tossed the bags on the couch. Tony was in his room, Jarivs told me a minute later. I put the groceries away and went to find the other male. He was curled up on the bed, not doing anything. He was just laying there. "Tony?" I asked softly, not quite in the room. His head picked up, his brown eyes flicking to look at me.
"I don't want to." He mumbled out.
"Okay." I nodded. I peered at the ceiling for help. Jarvis stayed quiet. Thanks for the help. I thought looking back to Tony.
"I don't wanna bury him." Tony added to his sentence, picking at the blanket. Ah. I nodded again.
"Well we don't have to right now but, we have to soon Tony." I told him softly, walking towards the bed. Tony didn't look up but, his body told me everything. Anger and sadness was swirling within him right now and, one of them could pop at any second.
"No, Loki. I don't want to do it." He repeated, his eyes narrowed. I kept myself just far enough that if he tried to hit me he couldn't reach. "I don't want a big, fancy one. Nice, little,calm." He stressed the last word, his eyes glaring at me.
"Okay, we'll have a little one." I assured him, kneeling next to the bed. He smiled sadly, not really a smile, just a tug of his lips.
"Good." He answered, sitting up. "How was work?" He asked, changing the conversation.
"Alright. Bruce and Steve came in, wondering where you were. I told them the basics and they send their love." I told him, moving to sit on the bed. Tony nodded. "You have a history paper to write." I smirked. Tony groaned and flopped back. "Hey, I have a paper to write on Chinese myths, due next Monday so don't start." I poked him in the belly. He giggled a little and sighed.
"Loki, can I quit school now?" He asked, more the ceiling then I. I shrugged.
"If that is what you want, I won't stop you." I answered truthfully. "Bruce and Steve might get mad at you for it." I shrugged again. He chuckled.
"Yea, they would be mad." He sighed, tapping his chest. "I just went to please my dad but now that-" He shook his head." I see no point in going. I'm going to be running Stark now so, I gotta focus on that, no distractions." His eyes got that fire in them that I loved.
"So, am I distraction?" I asked coyly, leaning over him. He smirked up at me.
"A giant one, I'm afraid."He sneered, reaching up to kiss me. I smirked on his lips.
"I guess I'll just have to leave then." I stood and started walk away.
"No, you're not going to leave." Tony growled, snaking an arm around my waist and yanking me back to him. "No no Darling. You don't go anywhere, you keep me sane." He argued, kissing me again. I relaxed into him, deepening the kiss. He moved so I was under him. "Yup, you're a giant distraction." He breathed out.
"It's my job." I sneered, yanking his head back down.
Tony
We lay, Loki's head on my chest, my arm tossed around his shoulders. His slender fingers traced random patterns on my stomach. "I'm hungry but so comfortable." Loki whined, looking up at me. I chuckled at him.
"Jarvis you think you could order some-" I looked down at Loki.
"Chinese." He filled for me.
"Of course." Jarvis replied. He already had what we liked saved and where from so he put it in as we laid together.
"Should probably put some sort of pants on." Loki grumbled as the door rang. I groaned and yanked at some pajama pants and put them on. The delivery guy was young. He flushed as he saw I didn't have a shirt on. I handed him the money, took the food and said thanks. Loki came wandering out of the bedroom, a pair of my pajama pants on.
"I have food." I called, setting the bag on the counter.
"Wonderful." He smiled, padding over. He grabbed a box and flicked it open. "Yum, orange chicken." He snatched some chopsticks and wandered to the couch. I followed, peanut butter chicken in my box. Jarvis flicked the T.V. on, a singing show on. I groaned at it and tossed my head back.
"I hate these." I said aloud, peeking at Loki. His eyes were trained on me, a little sneer on his face. "Don't tell me you actually like these?" I demanded, sitting up. Loki's head ducked down, he ate a piece of chicken. "You do!" I cried, jumping a little. Loki smiled sheepishly. "Oh Loki, I've got to teach you about T.V." I groaned, facepalming. Loki grinned at me.
"You love me anyways." He kissed my fingers and continued to eat. His words made me freeze. Did I love Loki? Loving someone was like they were covered in lights, angels singing behind them, right? Loki had no angels behind him, none at all. Maybe I love him. I have no idea. Loki drunk in my quietness. "Sorry." He mumbled, his face red. I hooked my arms around him.
"You did nothing wrong, alright? Nothing at all." I whispered into his soft hair, kissing it at the end. Loki sunk into me.
So, yup.