Hello my lovelies! :D I'm just posting a ton of stuff that I found on my computer stuffed in to my notes! But this is my first chapter fic. I wrote this also for my girlfriend and Tony cosplayer. So this is based off an in character fight we got in to that uses things from our roleplay.
So for reference yes Loki's kids ARE mentioned in here but not actually here. Loki's mythological kids that is, no OC's. There is a slight mention of Annabelle which is a minor OC that we are using as Tony's surrogate mother. So yes, that normally means that if a woman is giving birth to your child that you will have an infant. However no need to worry child haters! The kid is only mentioned slightly as an excuse not to get a dog in future chapters! I think that's all. Please enjoy. ^-^ Reviews make me smile! :D Thank you!
"Anthony." "Loki. No." "Anthony." "Loki." "Anthony!" "I said no!" "But why?" "Because I actually own this place and I don't want to have to worry about tripping over some little crawling thing." "It is not a "crawling thing." It is a dog. A little one." "Exactly."
With a sigh Tony Stark looked up from the prototype of a new suit he was working on to throw a glance at his boyfriend. The said boyfriend was standing across the room arms crossed in a classic pout and was leaning forward slightly. "You are not making any sense Anthony. I would take care of it; you wouldn't even know it was there." Tony laughed and shook his head looking down to tighten a screw on the elbow ball joint. "Oh yes I would. It would bark and whine and like stare at us when we were having sex."
The genius smiled in spite of himself, the last remark was a bit off but the reaction made it worth it. "Oh Anthony honestly!" Came the frustrated flushed reply as the God looked down at his feet and blushed red. Yup. Just openly throw out a sex joke and his little prince would turn in to Steve caught crying during Titanic.
"I speak the truth, dear." Tony answered leaning back in his chair as he held up the arm to the light and flexed it checking it over for any problems. He knew from experience that if he turned around he would be faced with an angered and pouting Loki who would be biting his lip with narrowed sad eyes looking down at him with a stare that would probably make him want to jump up and run to the nearest pet store. Exactly why he does not look at his boyfriend during fights.
"Jarvis, what's the calibration status on the repulsion unit of the left arm?" "86% complete sir." Came the British AI's voice. "Why do you even want a furry little ball of noise anyways?" This time he did turn, his chair spinning twice before stopping, to look at him. Loki shrugged leaning against the wall in an all too casual pose that Tony had only just become accustomed to a month or so ago. It still seemed weird. "I'm bored." Tony snorted. "You're always bored." "Exactly!"
With a sigh he grabbed the arm and slid it on turning around to raise an eyebrow at Loki. "Read." "I've been through Harry Potter 9 times these past two weeks." "Read another book. I just bought you Alice in Wonderland." Loki looked down and chewed his lip. Oh great Tony you were awesome. The book had been a favorite of his kids that had just been taken and brought back to Asgard, neither knowing how they fared currently.
"Okay... Watch a movie." Another heavy sigh as Loki tilted his head back to rest against the wall and stare up at the ceiling. "I've watched many of your moving pictures to the point where if I have to stare at a screen for a moment longer my brain will melt." Of course he has. "Go for a walk?" "Anthony you and I both know that is not a good idea." Oh he knew that. Like Thor, Loki did not seem to understand the flow of traffic on the side walk or the street and if he did not have Tony to fallow, he would probably cause a wreck. Unlike Thor however, he found almost everything as a threat especially if he was in a disguise. Old habits die hard. Tony flexed his fingers watching for bugs. "Yes you do have a track record for maiming ticking parking meters." He only received a death glare and a few moments of being ignored.
After a beat Loki finally spoke up. "Besides I have no one to talk to." Heaving a sigh Tony turned back to his desk fumbling for a screw driver. "Me." "You always kick me out when you are working." "Annabelle?" He knew that Annabelle was probably Loki's closest thing to a friend besides him and Thor. She was a surrogate mother Tony had hired, his daughter was expected in 6 and a half months. "She comes here when she can." "Well isn't that enough human interaction for one God?" "Anthony, she has a life outside of this tower, unlike some of us. She comes once a month for her checkups and if she has an extra hour before work. And if she does that it is once or twice every month." "Talk to yourself." "I do." "Well that explains a lot."
Twisting to send Loki a teasing smile to ward off his anger, it only faltered it and his cry of "Anthony!" was dimmed. Sighing and leaning back turning fully to face him again. He pointed up at the ceiling with both hands. "You could talk to Jarv. He would love to have conversations with you." Loki raised an eyebrow and tipped his head forward in a classic, really? Expression. "Yah! He'd love that wouldn't you Jarv?" "Of course Sir." Wow, if a robot could sound reluctant that was it. Loki noticed it to and opened his mouth to point it out when Tony interrupted him. "See! New best friend!"
With that he turned back to his work. He heard Loki approach him and prepared to be assaulted by more reasons to get a little life ruiner. Instead he felt him lean his forehead against the top of Tony's head with a heavy heartbroken sigh. "Yes your life is terrible I know." Smirking Tony let him lean on him like that as he finished tightening the ball joints and reached up to lightly tap Loki off with his screw driver so he could stand.
"I don't know Lokes. Find a hobby or something." "Name one." Came the stubborn reply. "Cooking." "I've tried it." "That would be the day the fire alarm went off, Sir." Jarvis pointed out helpfully and Loki nodded his annoyed thanks to the ceiling. "Knitting." "Done it." "Painting?" "Please..." The reply was more of an annoyed scoff that he would suggest such a "terrible" thing. "Learn a language." "I am fluent in all of them." "Oh yah?"
Looking back at him raising an eye brow for him to prove it. "Do German." "Sie sind ein Arschloch." Loki replied angrily. "Jarvis?" "Translation complete, Sir. You are an asshole." Tony laughed. "You would know. That was easy. Let's see some..." Looking around for ideas Tony caught sight of a painting Pepper had forced him to keep up of Venice. "Italian." "Io taglio la testa e nutrire il vostro cervello per Steve." Blinking Tony looked up from attaching the arm back to the prototype. "What was that about Steve?" "I cut off your head and feed your brain for Steve." Jarvis answered instantly.
Tony opened his mouth to say something but Loki cut him off, "Please Anthony? It does not have to be a big one." Another sigh, "I could buy you a bookstore or something. I would, Pepper might murder me but-" "I'm not interested in reading any of your books." Came the short reply. "I could get you another one of those outfits." "Anthony." Aww he had expected more of an outburst then that. Hm, duly noted...
"Hey I'm sorry alright? But a pet is a no. There should be no one but you and I breathing this air 24/7. In addition of my daughter in a few months..." With an aggravated scoff Loki turned on his heel and stormed out of the lab. Tony turned back to the prototype. He had just gotten a few toys that he had been playing with the past month or two. He did not know what Loki's problem suddenly was. He was just working, you know, being Iron Man means you have to keep up with everything. Not to mention Pepper riding him for press conferences and release contracts to be signed.
"Jarvis what are my hours working in the past week?" "84.376." Well that didn't sound too bad. When Loki wasn't here he had spent at least over a 100. "And on an average day?" Took off the right hand of the prototype and made his way back to his table to start screwing it tighter. "That would be 12 hours an average day with an 8 hour to 10 hour resting period, sir." Ah okay. Maybe a bit much to leave an attention needy god alone. But really he was not his only thing in his life. And he should understand that.
Hmp. Nope. No dogs. Mind firmly made up he went back to work on the arm. Though he did end working and go down to the living area to find Loki staring at the carpet waving his hand in concentration muttering before bringing his hand up and suddenly a flower sprouted from the carpet until it light on fire and burned down to nothing. The ash disappeared after a moment.
Okay. No dog. Another hobby, maybe. But no dog. "Come on Magic Hands. We're going out for dinner tonight."