We arrived outside Manhattan's Stark Tower, and paused to stare up at it. "Can't we just transport up there? I'm done with walking" Loki mumbles beside me. I sigh deeply and squeeze his hand, letting him know that there would be issues if he tried to run away. "Fine, but let us get inside the elevator first, Okay?" He mumbled his consent and we walked inside, barely glimpsing at the décor.
As we walked up to the front desk, a familiar voice greeted us. "And you come here for?"
Loki opens his mouth to speak, and I silence him with my finger. He glared at me threateningly, but stayed silent. "Hello Jarvis. We have arrived at the invitation of Mr. Stark."
The voice replied swiftly "I will let Mr. Stark know, you may proceed." We walked past the main lobby into Tony's private elevator, which opened as we walked towards it. We walked in, and I hit the button for the top floor. I stepped back beside Loki, waiting to be reprimanded for my actions. He did not disappoint. "Woman, I believe I told you not to tell me what to do," He pulled my loosely hanging hair back sharply until I was looking at his face. I inhaled sharply at the pull. "Did I not?"
I pulled his face close and kissed him. "I am sorry sire. Is there anything I can do to calm my lord before we enter the party?" He smiled, enjoying the moment, and then realized what he was doing.
"You little bitch." He said sweetly, before kissing me a little rougher back, releasing my hair. I smiled against his lips, knowing I had won this battle. I pulled back, turned facing the mirror in the elevator, and quickly fixed my hair. The elevator dinged and came to a halt as I turned and entered the room.
"Brother! Sister!" Thor approached us, crushing us with his embrace. A cry came from the back of the room "HEY IT'S THE NEWLY WEDS!" Tony Stark's came over, wearing a buttoned shirt and nice slacks. His greeting came with a heavy smell of alcohol. "Come on in guys, everything is clean, we swear!" He ran up to a side of Loki and tried to whisper in his ear. "So, have we gotten any yet?" He punched Loki's arm lightly.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Loki snarled. I rolled my eyes. I knew who wouldn't try anything here, at least, not with me right here.
Tony turned to the rest of the group. "HEY GUYS! I THINK I FOUND SOMEONE WHO NEEDS TO GET HAMMERED!" A rallying cry came up from everyone, except Rogers, who simply rolled his eyes. There was obviously some work that had to be done in order to get everyone here ecstatic.
I sat next to Natasha who's black dress, I have to admit, was exceedingly pretty, while Tony was trying to get Loki to taste all of the drinks at the bar. Tony had an idiotic grin on his face, watching Loki take the first shot of what looked like scotch. Natasha turned to me and tapped me with a bottle of vodka. I laughed and politely declined. "Sorry sweetheart, much more of a wine person."
"Did I hear someone say wine?" Clint sauntered over in his usual S.H.E.I.L.D uniform and sat on the other side of Natasha. "Here. Try this. It's Chocolate Wine.' He filled a glass and gave it to me. I sipped it and felt the thick liquid rush down my throat. I closed my eyes and exhaled in gratitude. I let out a chuckle, wondering if everyone was only drunk in order to be able to deal with Loki. I opened my eyes and looked over at the bar, at Loki, who seemed far more relaxed and was laughing with Stark about Gods-Only-Know-What. I walked over to the bar. "Can I get a shot for the gentleman sitting over there?" I pointed to Rogers. Tony laughed, "Good luck with him, we haven't been able to get him to drink all evening." As he was pouring the glass, Loki asked a question that until now I hadn't thought of. "So, where is the monst- doctor?" I inwardly applauded him for correcting himself. I gently placed my hand on the back of his neck, letting him know that his deed did not go unnoticed, nor would it go unrewarded. "Oh, the enormous green rage monster? Yeah, he 'politely' declined and decided to stay in wherever the fuck he is to do whatever the fuck enormous green rage monsters do." This earned a laugh out of my husband, and I walked over to Rogers with drink in hand. I place the scotch on the table beside him.
"It seems to me, you're the only one not having fun at this party. Why is that? Even a soldier needs to drink sometimes," He looked at me, his head tilted slightly to the side. "With all due respect ma'am, nobody needs to drink." I chuckled under my breath. "That is true, but everyone does need to 'let loose' from time to time, and drinking can generally help in that area." I offered him the scotch once more, and this time he took it and sipped. I heard a "WHOOOP" from behind me, and I need not even turn around to know who it was.
The night continued on with little problems. Capsicle, as Tony so charmingly calls him, smashed a few glasses as emphasize on a point on an argument I was not apart of, though this seemed to please the God of Mischief very much. It caused me a little concern, but my own drinks then drowned this concern out. Thor and Loki FINALLY weren't bitching at each other the whole time, which was definitely and improvement. And if you asked anyone there, it almost looked like they were snuggling. "Awww Look at them!" Natasha had said, which then started a little issue that was quickly squandered with more shots and rounds.
At 3, everyone but Tony left, saying their good byes and planning for another one, which was less likely to happen once everyone was sober once again. We waited for everyone else to get into the elevator, and as we we're to go in, Stark stopped us, and signaled for everyone else to go down.
"Alright, don't say anything, but I saved this bottle for you guys." He handed us an empty wine bottle, with a new cork inside. "Don't worry, in like 2 days I will remember what I forgot, and you can come back for the other part of that." He smirked drunkenly. "But for now, I am going to bed," he started stumbling back to his bedroom.
"Goodnight, Tony." I said, as the door to his room slammed.
The elevator opened as we turned, and Loki and I stepped into it. "See, not as bad as you thought it would be," I stated, jabbing his chest. I looked up at his face and what I saw there made me twitch a little. He had a smile that few people see, and those few people are most likely going to hate Loki for a very good reason. He ran his fingers through my dark hair, which had at some point during the night been thrown up into a braid.
"Not at all, Atrin. Not At All."