"Something wrong, Silvertongue?" Tony asked again, raising an eyebrow at the god when he did not answer him right away.

"Nothing is ailing me, Son of Howard."

"Tony's just fine, y'know."

"As is Loki."

"Touche."

Loki grinned smugly, enjoying the small victory he'd gained. It had to be his first since his showdown with Thor, which resulted in his plunder through the abyss of space. "If it's an answer you're looking for, then I will give you one. I will not -no, I refuse- to clean up after such a piggish mortal who thinks himselfbetter than every other living thing. However, there are some things strewn about that I am not familiar with yet. I'll look around, I think. Curiosity is quite a tricky thing, you know."

"Then watch little Fluffkins there, your new buddy curiosity might kill the cat."

The god snorted, then shifted his weight evenly so that he could stand straight. He let his eyes take in the... The quaint feel that the misplaced items had given the once cold room. He only believed that, because Tony was there, the floor was temporarily interesting; homey, even. But if you were to be as new to the place as Loki had, you'd find yourself sitting, hands in your lap, in a corner, trying not to wrinkle anything with a mere exhalation of your breath. Now, Loki just meandered around, his mouth slightly agape with his expression of curiosity.

Tony watched for a bit, then returned. he couldn't seem to find the slender shape he'd been looking for. Moments later, Loki was holding up a piece of machinery that looked as if had been in disuse for quite some time. "What might this be?" He asked, voicing his question in the softest voice, his wonder tainting the edges of his words. Tony stood straight, then held out his hands as though he wanted Loki to toss it to him. And so he did, underhand throwing it to the inventor. Tony looked it over for all of three seconds before an almost goofy grin spread across his face.

"This is what you broke from my suit. My brand spanking new suit." Tony tossed it back, and Loki turned it over a few times in his palms.

"So you can tell what a think is, no matter how intricate it may or may not be, and know what it is?"

Tony nodded and decided to check another drawer.

"Hvé skemtiligr..." Loki muttered, loud enough for Tony, who finally found what he was looking for, to hear.

"Yeah uhh, what? Forgive me if I don't speak weird god language."

"How amusing. I said it's amusing..." Loki's attention was no longer on the metallic object, his eyes raked over everything in the room. Tony thought it was kind of strange, to see this man, tall, slim man who'd thrown him out of a window look so intrigued by everything. Loki suddenly stiffened, and turned to Tony, now aware that he'd been being watched the whole time. His eyes were shielded, and the looks of childish curiosity were wiped clean from his face.

"Hey, you're sure you're alright?"

"Stark, how I fare is no concern of yours." Loki heard a small mewling and he petted the kitten quiet, releasing the smallest of sighs. "But if it worries you to ask me twice, I could be better."

"Well now, I don't see how this could be bad. Especially since you're in my company." Tony winked, causing the god to nonchalantly roll his eyes.

"Yes, because yours is the company I'd favor any good day." Loki looked over to the shorter man, who was now drinking what looked like amber ale from an expensive bottle. "However, I suppose it could be worse."

Tony stood straight up now, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he casually neared the god a bit. "I can't imagine what'd be worse to you."

Loki shrugged, choosing to ignore the advance. "Well, you could always be Thor."

"Oh, ouch. You're not too friendly with Goldilocks, are you?"

"Should I be? Does he not annoy you the way he does for me? Do you not wish him silent, as I do for a certain mortal?" Loki's gaze was all ice with that statement, but Tony pretended not to notice.

"Well alright then. So I'll take it flighty blond demigods are on the bad list?"

At that, Loki's lips twitched in the corners. "Yes. But now I am curious once again."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

They were closer now, Tony's slow advances making it worth his while. But it wasn't that he wanted to be basically nose to nose with a guy who almost got him killed, because he didn't. But there was something compelling the genius forward, something was... Was drawing him closer.

"Why did you get so close to me? Do you like, perhaps, the way I smell? Speak? Something?" He suppressed his own giggle at the first suggestion; he was still quite tired and he got a bit silly when he went for long periods of time without sleep.

"Ahh, none of the above. Clever guesses though. No, I was wondering if I was on that 'bad' list of yours."

"And wouldn't that get a rise out of you if I said you were. I fear you associate the term 'bad' with yourself in ways the other does not mean it."

"I think you fear right, Mr Princess."

"Your names for me are quite annoying.

"Your attitude is quite annoying."

"I'm sure. Well, just so you know, you're at the top of the list. The ehm," Loki full-on smirked now. "bad list."

"Oho? Is that right? Well now that makes me feel rotten inside." Tony stepped closer, and Loki tilted his own face downward to close the space that was dwindling between them.

Loki had meant for it to be just a single chaste kiss, but soon it was propelled into something deeper, as his hands shook from their spot cupping Tony's jaw upwards. The billionaire slowly worked his hands from Loki's chest to his sides, to his back. Soon, he had a hand tangled in the rich, raven colored hair, yanking backwards on the hairs close to the nape of the god's neck, causing Loki to give out a sharp hiss of surprise. Tony bit and sucked his way down the column of Loki's throat, the pale skin marking with the small bruises that the inventor was inflicting upon him. The god decided it didn't matter what marks were left on his neck.

No one would be able to guess who had left them anyways.

Their lips connected once again, the kisses no longer tentative but harsh, all tongue and teeth and the constant battle waged in the others' mouth for dominance. The kisses became more passionate and contrasted between anger and softness and damn it why was Loki's mouth so cold. The god pushed Tony against the wall, gripping the collar of his shirt and tugging on it, as if he could rip it off. Tony took the liberty of crushing their hips together, and as the kisses were broken by frustrated pants and soft groans, Loki regained his ability to think. He abruptly pulled away, his green eyes boring into Tony's dark ones.

A whine of protest left the billionaire's lips involuntarily, but Loki just stared into his eyes with such intensity that Tony had no choice but to break the eye contact. Loki smirked a little, the small movement of his lips not reaching the strange sorrow in his eyes. He pulled Tony's hands from his waist and backs away, leaving Stark against the wall, wholly dissatisfied. "I shall wait for you to finish your ale quest elsewhere, seeing as though I am the distraction you spoke of earlier." He bowed ever so slightly, as if it were making his dismissal final. Tony just frowned and turned back to his bar where the almost empty bottle of scotch sat. He was going to have to go to the store.

But not alone.

No, Tony Stark's true mission was about to begin; Taking a Demigod to a liquor store.

Aaaaand if there's any dumb shit in here, don't hesitate to hit me up.

it took me the finishing of this chapteer to realize that that poor kitten had to witness all that gay makeouts and shizz.

Uhhhhm, soon it'll live up to the rating, and das all I'mma say. Mwaaaaah, All da loves!