When Tony wakes up he's on a plane and he feels like he's died.
He's curled up in Loki's lap like a child and a hand is playing with his hair. The dirty looks of the other passengers in first class are like physical daggers through whatever the hell he's wearing. It feels silky. He feels the silk over his skin for a long minute. He drags his fingers over it.
It's so soft.
Tony can dig that.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees a man in a grey suit look nearly purple with rage in their vague direction, and just to spite him he slowly lifts his weary head and softly kisses the sharp underside of Loki's jaw.
Before he can appreciate the firework display of disgust turning the man's face violent colors there's a curtain pulled around them.
"Don't move. I've got my ash tray on your hip."
It's as if Loki's words can literally will physical objects into existence, because Tony can suddenly feel the tray's little clawed feet resting on his skin as it balances precariously on his hip bone.
"How are you feeling?" Asks Loki and his voice sounds tight and unsure.
"Food." Says Tony. "Lots of food."
He feels Loki's chuckle more than hears it and suddenly a tiny bell is ringing. The curtain is pushed aside and a flight attendant appears.
"Yes, Mr. Lauff?" She says and her eyes are wide with idolatrous glee. Tony wonders if she volunteered to do this, because he's pretty damn sure that that's not how flight attendants work.
"Tell her what you want, baby." Says Loki and Tony thinks that if he had the energy to move he'd totally be flirting with her, because she has perfect tits.
"Food." The prospect of food seems infinitely more appealing than anything in the universe. His mouth starts to water. "A cheeseburger." He wonders if his body is confused or just that out of whack because even he has never almost gotten hard thinking about a cheeseburger.
"Did you keep it warm like I asked?" Loki asks the flight attendant and she nods emphatically.
"Yes Mr. Lauff! Of course!"
"Fantastic. And bring us some Merlot."
"Yes Mr. Lauff. Right away Mr. Lauff."
The curtain is put back and Loki sighs.
"Here, have a drag. It will fix you right up."
Tony takes a drag of the cigarette between his lips and swears he can feel the glorious calm flowing through his entire body.
When the flight attendant comes back with two cheeseburgers, a mountain of fries, two wine glasses, and a tall bottle of Merlot on a tray Tony realizes that this really isn't how one night stands are supposed to work.
"Problem?" Asks Loki as he fills both glasses to the brim and knocks half of one back.
Tony looks between the rock god, the glasses of red, and the cheeseburgers.
"These are like all of my favorite things."
"How dreadful this must be for you."
Loki decides to sip the rest of his wine and savor it properly. It makes his lips deliciously red.
"No, I just mean, how did you know?"
Loki shoots him a quite unimpressed look. "Either I am a being of awesome and terrible power masquerading as some sort of rock and roll whore, or you told me."
"I'd believe either."
"Flatterer." Says Loki and Tony feels like he's heading off of a cliff toward a nervous breakdown. Biting into that cheeseburger feels like a cheesy meaty retroactive bungy jumping cord.
"And you're not a whore."
Loki smiles warmly.
"You're a prostitute. People lob off their arms to spend a night with you."
Loki looks like he wants to be offended, but he can't quite manage it. Tony dips a French fry in his wine. An another. Halfway through his third fry it occurs to him that Loki should probably be killing him right now, but if Loki's not feeling it than Tony isn't going to give him any cause to. He can feel the tension in Loki's body, feel it like it's ready to snap, but whatever Loki's playing at, Tony's happy to play along.
"There is so much wrong with you."
"What? It's kind of like a malted." Insists Tony and Loki shakes his head fondly.
LouJ: Thanks. I actually have plans for her. It's just not going to happen for awhile. The way I'm writing this, it's supposed to be over the course of a handful of weeks, but feel like a much longer time has passed. I'm kind of trying to stretch and shrink how time feels accordingly.
Stormy: Ummmm, plot twist? Punishment is coming though. When Loki snaps he fucking snaps. I feel like a lot of people try and forget that he's fucking crazy so they can put cat ears on him and try to cuddle him. Not this bitch.
Sue: I like that you didn't even say 'someone is in trouble' but, 'someone is trouble'. So accurate. hahaha
Cheesy: Thanks so much! Loki is actually a glam rock god (dess), a la ziggy stardust, the immortal early 70's martian rock messiah created and played by David Bowie, who I am actually in love with, and when I try to explain what his music means to me to people I start to cry. And not even just when I'm stoned. Like all the time.
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