Loki has been sitting in a chair chain smoking and drinking glasses of Merlot for seven hours when George comes and tells them they've got an hour to get ready for their flight out of Orlando.
That gives Tony just enough time to finish Wendy.
Wendy is a twenty year old Gibson Les Paul Goldtop. By the time Tony's done with her gold paint gleams brighter than the entire overly-gold Giancarlo.
Tony presents Wendy to her mother with an uncertain little grin.
"Here you go, babe." He says and Loki takes the instrument into his lap and hugs it to his body. He looks like he's been handed the universe. He kisses Wendy's neck before turning his attention back to Tony.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" He ask softly. "She doesn't have any strings."
Tony wants to be mad but he has a feeling that's supposed to be a thank you because Loki is taking the time to slowly kiss every last one of his fingers like they've single handedly cast the heavens and sculpted the earth.
Tony wonders just how drunk he is and if he's on anything. He watches as Loki places Wendy on the floor and before Tony knows whats happening there are hands on his hips and he's being pulled into a lap full of kimono.
"Wine?" Asks Loki.
"Why not?"
Tony feels like he's wrapped in a silk cocoon and Loki's feeding him wine from a glass rimmed and striped with gold. Fingers are teasing the shaggy hairs at the nape of his neck.
He's almost fallen into a light doze when he hears the door opened.
"Mr. Lauff we've got-holy fucking christ what has he done to the room-Oh my god, he's fixed your guitar!"
Tony doesn't particularly like or dislike George.
He'd just rather never hear him speak again.
"I told you my baby could do it." Says Loki.
"But you sawed it in half!"
"I'm a genius." Says Tony and Loki laughs brightly.
George looks like he wants to doubt this but, facing the evidence, can't.
"Get dressed, the both of you. We've got to be out of here in ten minutes."
"Roger that. And get me some strings, George. you know what I like."
George nods and is gone.
Tony tries to extricate himself from Loki's lap but he won't let him go.
"Where are we going?"
"Hmmm."
"We're going to be getting on a plane in an hour. Where are we going?"
"Fuck me if I know." Says Loki and this time when Tony tries to get up he lets him.
"Got an extra kimono anywhere?"
"Always for you, darling."
Tony thinks there's probably something wrong with him.
Having a man get off the plane the second he and Loki get on because he doesn't want to spend four hours with a couple of faggots should probably not make him smile.
There's something about pissing people off that Tony finds deeply satisfying.
"You are the single strangest human being I've ever met." Loki tells him as he cradles his stringless guitar and pack of fresh strings. Tony's got a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other and when he shrugs he sloshes wine and spreads smoke.
"I'm not the easiest person in the world to lie to, but you seem to manage just fine."
The almost reverent look in Loki's eyes stops Tony from being offended. Somehow, he knows that that's a compliment.
He's also too busy being scared shitless to be offended.
"Know how to string a guitar, little liar?"
Tony is thankful for cigarettes. He makes a show of taking a long hard drag, stalling for time to clear his thoughts before he settles on a response.
"No." He eventually says, and wants to slap himself for taking a good three minutes to come up with such a nuanced and complex response.
"Well, I'm going to teach you. I'm sure you'll pick it up before you know it."
Tony spends almost the rest of the flight learning that he's tone deaf.
When Loki manages to have the damn thing tuned in a minute flat Tony wants to strangle something.
"It's really quite simple, darl-"
"If you want me to smash that thing over your head keep right on, darling."
Loki does that thing where he pouts and smokes at the same time and Tony can't help but smile.
"Darling is my word." Says the rock god. "You can't have it."
"You can't own words, Darling."
"I can own whatever I want, Darling. It's called capitalism."
"Actually Darling, I believe that means you own whatever you can afford."
"Or what you can steal." And when Loki kisses him it tastes like wine and Tony feels like he could die happy.
"This is your captain speaking, Letting you know that we'll be landing in Atlanta in approximately thirty minutes, over."
"I thought that place was underwater." Tony pours a smidgeon of wine into another glass and drops what's left of his smoldering filter in it.
"That's one way to describe it." Says Loki and Tony wants to ask what he means, but Loki's gone. He strumming and plucking at Wendy's strings and seemingly humming five tunes in and out of time, weaving them around each other.
Tony wonders if this is the song about him.
Stormy: Yeah, the way I look at it Loki is a bit of everything. My Loki is a combination of comics and films, and very heavily mythology based.
FGS: Reading smut in public is always a good time. It's like the second you try and read about some peen everybody wants in on it. lol. Hope you have a pleasant vacation.
Layla: Loki and Tony are like a blowtorch and a keilbasa made of dynamite. Glad you liked the chapter.
Nyann: What is 'wrong' anyway?
hulky: I just enjoy dom/sub dynamics. I like to go back to things I wrote from a couple years ago that I forgot existed like that and just ASDFSGDFGSDFGSDFJKL all over the place. Glad you enjoyed the chapter.
Loki'd: Daddy does what he wants.