Tony, being Tony, doesn't mind the fact that his familiar arc reactor no longer rests within his chest, saving his life just as it plagues his life, and he finds other ways to be Iron Man-but not the Iron Man the world knows.
He does daring things now, creating new inventions that work almost identically the same as his Mark IV suit, and jumps off buildings just to see if they work, which gives Pepper a heart palpations. Trying to avoid his girlfriend's fright, he's taken up the habit of kissing her before he plunges to his certain-not-so-much death, and whether it makes her feel better or not, she doesn't say.
"Why do you keep kissing me?" Pepper asks one evening, the sky lit up with fire by the bright orange and pink of the clear sky behind them, and he smirks as he hugs her tight.
"It's for luck, babe," he murmurs, and brings her in for another lasting kiss just before releasing her, back flipping off of the roof just because he can, and the faint echo of 'show off' reverberates in his head, and he laughs as he plummets through the air-down, down, down.
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Loki doesn't like war, and doesn't like to fight, and hates killing things when he doesn't have to-or maybe just hates killing animals (or maybe he doesn't really hate any of it, or does now, since he's changed so drastically).
Either way, the hunt Thor has dragged him on will surely be perilous, with a man like Thor as a companion, and the blonde is already boasting about his future catches, grinning like a fool at the feast table. The juicy meats and mugs of mead don't appeal to Loki today, and he stands in a corner, swathed in shadow to avoid anyone's unwanted conversation.
A pair of hands snake around his waist and he smiles warmly, pulling Sigyn out from behind him as he hugs her, their chests pressed together in the darkness. She knows how much he hates these endeavors, but goes anyway because Thor is his brother and he loves his brother, would do almost anything for him, and so she stays quiet, basking in the feel of his icy hands upon her body as she cranes her neck to meet his lips, her hand reaching up to card through his tangle of ebony locks.
When at last they pull apart for breath, his green eyes are startlingly bright, vividly boring into her own silvery gaze, and she smiles teasingly as they hear Thor call for Loki, ready to depart.
"Just try to watch out for knives and flying hammers," Sigyn mutters, smiling up at her husband as he brings her in for another kiss.
"Wouldn't want you to come back with a spear sticking out of your foot or anything."
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Prompt: How about a kiss, for luck? (by krikanalo)