Wow, well hey guys~ I know, I actually wrote something else on this story! I haven't abandoned it yet, I promise. I can just never find the time to write, but I hopefully will soon. So yay, enjoy your new chapter~

There was calm in Tony's workshop when Jarvis walked in, not something that Jarvis sees often he assures you. It had been that way even since Loki turned up, and Jarvis thought it was for the better. Even though Loki and Tony were together Jarvis didn't mind, he had known about Tony's interest in men since just after Tony's 13th birthday when he walked into Tony smashing lips with his ex-girlfriend's boyfriend.

Most of Tony's relationships were just flings, things that had no emotional attachments, Pepper was an exception but Loki surpassed every other relationship that Tony had ever had. He seemed easy going around him, and almost free, like the recent loss of his parents had less effect on him. They were always constantly bantering with each other, fighting for the supremacy in the relationship. Jarvis thought it was the way that they complimented each other, the exact same but total opposites at the same time.

As Jarvis walked towards the couches he found Loki and Tony asleep, tangled together on the largest, leather couch with a few blankets thrown over them. He didn't want to wake them, it was going to be a stressful day for the both of them, but they had to get ready.

"Sir." He said, shaking Tony's arm in an attempt at waking him up.

Tony tried to bat him away from him, he wanted his sleep in and hey, he was a teenager, that's basically all they do. Jarvis continued to shake him arm, and after saying "Sir" a few more times Tony finally grumbled and opened his eyes.

"Yeah okay, I'm awake." Tony mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his hand over his face in an attempt to wake himself up.

"Rise and shine Loki." Tony cooed, kissing his god of mischief gently on the forehead.

Loki pulled up his hand and swiftly hit Tony on the back of his head.

"Hey that's not very nice! Jarvis, Loki's being meeaann!" He called to the man who had crossed to the other side of the room to place a breakfast tray on the cleanest workbench he could find.

"Is he now Sir?"

"I'm most certainly not." Loki muttered into a blanket.

"You totally are!" Tony told him, sitting upright.

Jarvis heard a thud and when he looked back to the couches Tony was lying face-down on the floor, and Loki was curled up in the blankets looking very smug with himself.

"Sir, are you okay?" Jarvis called out across the room.

"I'm fine, Loki's just being rude." Tony replied shaking his head slightly.

"Not to cause any offence Sir, but I was actually talking to Mr Odinson."

"I'm am fine thank you Jarvis."

Tony's jaw dropped, Jarvis was his butler! He's supposed to be helping to make fun of Loki, not him.

"This is so not fair." Tony complained pulling at Loki's blankets, which Loki was keeping a tight grip on.

The next thing Jarvis knew Loki and Tony were having the biggest blanket tug-of-war of all time, both of them ending up on the floor exhausted. Jarvis sighed silently in the way that butlers do; it was going to be a long day.

He managed to get both of the boys up off the floor and onto chairs, each with a plate of food in their hands, and glasses of freshly squeezed orange and strawberry juice which was Tony's favorite. It took him another half an hour to get both of the boys showered and dressed and ready for the press that would be surrounding the whole event.

When Tony saw Loki in his suit he was gob smacked, and even though he was trying to be discreet around Jarvis he just couldn't stop himself from kissing Loki passionately on the lips.

"Remind me next time we go shopping to buy you 50 000 more suits."

Loki laughed, he was glad that he could help Tony keep his mind off today.

Jarvis shuffled them both into the limousine right on time, leaving them in the capable hands of their driver.

"It's my turn to pick music." Loki said as Tony reached for his tablet.

"Hang on, aren't you supposed to be helping comfort me? Not make me sexually frustrated with good looking suits, and bored with your boring music choice?" Tony asked him, as Loki snatched his tablet from his hands.

"I'm pretty sure you were the one who bought me this suit, and my music taste is perfect thank you very much."

Loki ended up choosing something by Imagine Dragons, to which Tony agreed, was not that bad.

Twenty minutes later the limo pulled up outside the function hall where the funeral was being held. The path leading inside was surrounded by news people, all pushing and shoving to get a good picture of Tony Stark; the orphan.

"Are you ready?" Loki asked him, he didn't want to rush him but they really had to get inside as soon as possible.

Tony took a deep breath and nodded as the driver pulled open his door. As he stepped out he was blinded momentarily by the flash of about 20 cameras going of simultaneously. It was something he was used to, but this time he didn't have to smile and wave, but screw it he was going to anyways. People started to try to gather around him more to ask questions but security pushed them out of the way just as Loki hopped out of the limo, and everyone craned their heads to catch a glimpse of him.

"What do they think this is? A wedding?" Loki muttered under his breath, obviously displeased by the amount of cameras in his face.

Tony, who was used to this kind of thing happening quite often just walked towards the building, allowing the security to lead them through the crowd.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it anyways." Tony told him as they entered through two double doors and into a large space that was already filled to the brim, mostly with people that Tony didn't even know.

They were both ushered up the front where seats had been reserved for them; Obie stood and greeted Tony with a pat on the back and a grim smile on his face. It made Tony feel sick, as if what had happened to his parents just caught up with him. The pressure of the crowd and the slight sniffles in the room created one of the worst atmospheres for Tony, I mean; he was Tony Stark nothing was meant to make him upset.

Tony glanced around the room and his throat caught when he caught sight of the two mahogany coffins up upon the raised platform that made the stage. He grabbed at Loki's hand, trying to grasp some comfort from the man, as soon as their hands met the lump eased away.

"Tony", Loki whispered; "listen to me."

Tony pulled his eyes off the coffins to meet Loki's, he instantly felt calmer, almost like he was slowly drifting through the deep green forests that gave Loki's eyes their vivid colour.

"Tony I am here for you; when you go up to present your speech just remember that I'm right here ready for you if you need. Okay?"

Tony nodded in reply, "Okay."

Soon the ceremony started; there was a lot of crying and serious business going on. People talking mostly about his father, and the great inventions he had created, and how kind and caring his mother was. Tony subconsciously curled his lip in disgust when Obie mentioned how his father raised Tony so well.

"He was an excellent father, who always looked out for Tony. He raised him into the great man he is today, a genius like his dad, who will go on to live out his father's legacy."

Loki looked over to see Tony was a mix of nervousness; about his speech he presumed, and disgust from Obie's lies. Loki knew the feeling, of people telling him how lucky he was to have such a considerate father, when really he was nothing of the sort. Maybe they really were both boys with daddy issues all along, he laughed internally and ran a hand softly up Tony's leg to calm him down.

"Good luck" he whispered, as Obie finished his speech and called him up to the podium.

Tony climbed the steps, shaking slightly. He had never liked his father very much, no matter what he did he could never impress him, and Tony was always a disappointment in his father's mind. His mother was hardly around, always out with her various friends. How was he supposed to give a speech on parents that he hardly knew? He had the words written out on the cards in his sweaty palm, but they seemed fake and childish.

Tony placed the cards back into his jacket as he reached the podium and stared out across the expectant crowd. He saw the flash of cameras as they tried to capture the "truly brave face of the sad, orphaned Tony Stark".

"I had a very touchy and heartwarming speech planned but I'm going to give you guys a bit of real heart to heart because, I never got to see much of my Dad, or my Mum. And while I have some great things to say about them I also have some shitty things."

People in the crowd started murmuring and Tony could see Obie standing up from where he had just seated himself.

"So put your bullshit camera's away, because I'm not saying them here. Go off and write your stupid news articles on the "rudeness" of my speech, but what I have to say on my parents can be said in private. Or to my parent's graves, but not to a crowd who's mostly made of idiotic reporters who want to get a pay rise by covering this story."

Obie's hands were pulling at him now, but he shrugged him off to send a final, almost overly sarcastic "Farewell Mum and Dad" out onto the now completely silence crowd.

He stormed off stage, and out through the side doors with Loki slipping out behind him quickly and quietly.