"No cheating!"

"I'm sorry, is that what you call it? I just assumed I was making it easier for me to win."

"Well here it's called cheating."

They were driving home, and Tony proceeded to have a staring contest with Loki using the rearview mirror. He would dart his eyes forward every so often, just to check on where he was driving, but he could still see the trickster's unblinking eyes as he did so. Sometimes, it would look like something was hurdling in Tony's general direction, zooming in to his face and making him blink. Once he did, the object would disappear, as would the look of scorn Loki once wore.

"Is this like, payback for my whole 'I'm telling everyone you meowed in a liquor store' thing? 'Cause if it is, I'm sorry."

"Truly?"

"Not at all. If anything, that makes me more ecstatic to win. It'll be so much fun to see the look on your face."

"Not nearly as fun as me tossing you out of a window. Again." Loki smirked. "Successfully."

"Please talk slower."

Surprising the inventor, Loki leaned closer, so close that his lips brushed Tony's ear as he spoke.

"Pay... Attention.. To where.. You're going."

Tony shuddered as he realized the god was telling him to stop veering too far to the left, almost driving them off of a cliff.

He was lucky there weren't any other cars on the road.

"Jesus fu- freaking goodness gracious me, Loki I did not..." He swallowed, hard.

"Did not what?" The god had sat up straight again, a laugh clearly evident in his eyes.

"We almost died," Tony said, quickly changing the subject.

"Ah, correction; you almost died."

"Whatever, stop distracting m- Gaaah! What are you doing?"

"Hmmm?"

Loki slumped down, staring through half-lidded eyes at the genius. His legs were apart, and Tony had to grip the steering wheel tighter to keep his sanity from flowing out of his face.

"Is that what you believe me to be doing? Distracting you?" His eyes lazily bore into Tony, demanding an answer.

Tony felt as if his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth, as if he had eaten an entire jar of peanut butter. Which, considering what he liked to do in his free time - being women -, made speechlessness in such a situation damn near impossible. Especially, e-fucking-specially since Loki was, in fact, a man who looked at him and, correct him if he's wrong, men were not on his list of people to do.

Not to mention the fact that the Iron Man liked the way Loki made him fee uncomfortable, for the sole fact that it was a good type of uncomfortable, not the bad kind. In fact, it was so good that the inventor had to shift to hide the slowly forming excitement in his pants. Loki seemed not to notice, and for that, Tony was grateful.

They had approached Stark tower, and Loki seemed paler than usual.

"Hey, are you... Loki?!"

the god had fallen out of the car as it stopped, his breathing extremely shallow. Tony killed the engine and knelt beside him. "Jesus, what happened?"

"I used my reserves on the rage I felt against you."

"So your collapsing is my fault?"

"Almost entirely."

"Yeouch. My bad."

Loki laughed breathily and slowly rose onto his hands and knees, smiling to Tony.

"And you told me you'd never kneel."

Tony just rolled his eyes.

He finally stood and checked for his kitten, who was safely in the seat. "My apologies for the scare, Stark. Now, retrieve your items. I wish to temporarily forget my lack of strength."

"Yeah? Alright, I'll get to that."

As Tony grabbed the liquor, Loki picked up Lokitty, who mewed and butted his head against the god's hand. "You almost got me in trouble," Loki murmured to the kitten, scratching behind it's hears and setting him on his shoulder. They both walked towards the elevator, and Loki allowed himself the smallest of smiles. "You know you cannot hope to win against me."

"We'll see about that, princess."

They entered the penthouse, and JARVIS offered them a greeting. Loki looked up at the ceiling, unsure about the AI. Tony set down his drinks and grabbed two glasses, setting them on the table. Loki sat across from the genius and poured him, as well as himself, a glass full of the amber liquid.

Quickly they both downed it, as well as the next ten, and Tony began to feel really buzzed. Before, they had drank in silence. Now, they were laughing at each other's faces and JARVIS and Tony thinks Loki made some joke about Asgardian spider creatures, but he didn't know. After about five more glasses, Loki tried to stand, but ended up stumbling, leaning on the chair. Tony, who had given up on drinking from the glass and began swigging out of the bottle, guffawed at him, making the god look scornfully at him. Well, as scornful as one would get when his belly is full of rum. He looked up at the ceiling once more, and asked, "Wh- Why does your building speak t' me?"

"I made it m'self, Lok-he he dokie." Tony snorted and Loki giggled softly.

"Can it lower the temperature?" Loki asked, suddenly realizing something about blueness from before.

He forgot about how self-conscious he'd felt when someone beheld his Joutun form. Tony nodded, taking another swig from the bottle and offering it to Loki, who took the neck in his slightly shaking hands. "Mister... Misser buildin'... Make it cold'r please?" He batted his eyelashes, and it immediately dropped forty degrees in the penthouse.

"What'cha doin' Princess?"

"'M blue..." Loki muttered, tilting back the bottle as his skin turned deep blue. Tony didn't seem to notice.

"Wha?"

"I saaaid..." Loki turned to Tony, his orangey yellow eyes digging into the inventor's. Intricate lines marked areas of his face, and his hair grew seemingly darker. Tony blinked a few times, then stood and wobbled over to him. "'M blllluuuuuuuuue!"

The god hiccuped and tried to get his kitten to drink some scotch from the dregs that remained. Tony stood and snickered at the sight of a blue Loki trying to get his cat drunk as him, wobbling towards him. Loki slowly set his cat down as Tony began tracing the markings on Loki's face.

"Is th's why you were so cold wh'n we kissed?" Having no barriers to stop him, he spoke freely about what had transpired earlier. Loki nodded, then trapped Tony's hand to his face, closing his eyes.

"You're so warm..." He opened his eyes slightly, peering up at the Iron Man through his long, dark lashes. "I long for this warmth, yet I can..." He stumbled and fell down, right on his rump. Tony spluttered. The seriousness had gone away with the fall, and Tony soon joined him.

"How did you even? Ahaha! You were standin' still, how'dya fall?"

"Be sssilent~" Loki said, slurring his words and snickering to himself. "You unbalanced me you... Buckethead." Loki broke into a fit of super manly giggles at the name, and Tony flopped backwards, laughing. Loki slowly stopped laughing after a bit, the smile falling off of his face. In the man in front of him, he saw the people who'd called him different, who'd made fun of him for how he'd never ascend to the throne, never be king, never be better than his brother.

His rage flew through him, and the ground around him began to freeze. Tony sat up slowly, then widened his eyes, his smile dropping into a look of horror. In the shorter mans eyes, he saw himself, his own eyes flashing in anger and hatred, his fists clenched and a deep set snarl etching it's way onto his face. "L-Loki?"

The god crept forward, digging his nails into every spot he had touched Stark to get nose to nose with the man. Tony winced in pain as the frosty nails bit into his skin, charring the flesh around each wound. Loki's left hand stopped at the arc reactor, his right reared back for a viscous blow that would have connected with Tony's face had the god not seen the terror in his brown eyes.

So, instead, he aimed the blow lower, imagining Odin and Thor and everyone beneath him, screaming in pain as he kept pummeling into Tony's abdomen, his ribs, anything but his face and the pulsing blue light covered by his left hand. Tony cried out in agony at the final hit, one that dug deep into his stomach that he could taste the blood in the back of his throat, threatening to spew forward. All the while, Loki had been muttering under his breath, but no matter how much it hurt, Tony did not stop him from delivering each blow, each searing, frosty fist digging into him.

Finally, Loki stopped and clung to Tony weakly, his cheek resting on the arc reactor. Tony gasped quietly, the sudden movement making him wince.

"What have I done...?" Loki asked softly, looking up at the man. Tony patted his head lightly, and Loki flinched, expecting a hit. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry,I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry..." Loki continued, his litany of apologies lulling Tony into drowsiness.

"I's okay, Loki.." Tony smiled and tilted Loki's face up, kissing him softly before falling back, asleep.

I didn't meeean to make you wait for a whoooole day, I swear! -Pleads forgiveness- Not what you expected, huh? Next chapter, I promise. Explicit stuff. promise. AH PROMERS. I uhh. I didn't mean for Loki to be so sad/angry, but the song Nothing And Everything by Red came on and I just... Yeah. Look forward to tomorrow! 3 Mwaaaah my lovelies!