If traveling with Loki Lauff and the Age of Frost has taught Tony anything, it's that once you've found the people hauling shoes, you've basically found Loki Lauff. The man has more pairs of shoes than half of the shoe stores in the country combined.
They are always easy to spot, as they complain the loudest. Tony helps a guy with a box, and the next thing he knows he's standing inside Loki's dressing room.
Loki's laying across an old wooden vanity, smoking a cigarette. He's still in his flannel and jeans, and the images refuse to coalesce in Tony's mind. Even dressed simply the man still has the mannerisms of a peacock.
"Well?" He asks blandly on an exhale of smoke. And Tony walks toward him. In stead of speaking he plucks the cigarette from Loki's mouth and takes a long drag. It's not finished, but Tony stubs it out on the vanity right next to Loki's hand, leaving a little burn mark.
"That's an antique van-" Loki begins but before he can finish Tony's got a finger under his chin and is tilting his whole head up and back. When he kisses Loki he devours him whole, and their dueling tongues send sparks of light and fire shooting through their limbs. Tony only breaks away when he feels his lungs burning, in desperate need of air. They break apart with a mutual gasp.
"I wish you hadn't-" He begins and Loki's entire body stiffens. Tony begins to card his fingers through his hair. "I wish you'd waited until the end for that song. What am I supposed to do for the next three hours?"
Loki's grin is wicked.
"Wait."
Tony wants to die.
"Can't handle three hours, baby?"
"Not after that, you asshole."
"That's not a very nice way of thanking the man whose bared his soul to you."
"After I get my private concert later I'll thank the living fuck out of you."
"You better."
Tony wants to kiss Loki more than he's ever wanted anything in his entire life, and when he looks at Loki's mouth he sees that there are suddenly no scars there at all. He is incredibly confused.
"It was a metaphor." Says Loki as he gestures toward the flesh toned bits of wax on the vanity. Tony doesn't get it, but he wants to. He needs to know what Loki meant.
Everything is artifice with Loki Lauff. Everything means something else. Everything is allusions and and smoke and paint.
"Either help me get ready or get out." Loki's manner has changed so quickly that Tony thinks he feels his neck snap. "I've got a show to do."
"All right your highness, cool it a second."
Tony unbutton's Loki's shirt, starting from the bottom, and when he reaches the very top button their eyes catch.
They remain in that dim room, hanging in the balance together for god knows how long.
The ensuing two hours will be humidity and wind and cloud cover and the first whispers of thunder over the water.
Tonight there's going to be hurricane.
Stormy: Thanks darling! It will actually be a song. I'm in the process of writing it. Eventually I'm gonna play it for y'all on guitar.
xD: Gracias!
Arbitrary: YAY. That makes me indescribably pleased!
Nyann: I plan on it man. Before I finish writing this fic I will have a song up. And considering it started out as plotless porn this got way heavy man. I mean, there's definitely sex eventually though.
FGS: Yes I did. I was in a classic rock revival band for two years so I can pop out lyrics like they are already written on the insides of my eyelids. You should be nicer to your soul man. I ply mine with weed and yoga and it kind of does things, I guess. I love you too, man.
spacey: SO ON IT.
hulky: Oh god, if you're crying now...
RANT: IT'S FINALS WEEK AND I HATE LIFE AND I HATE MYSELF AND I WROTE AN EIGHT PAGE PAPER AND PUT A PROFESSIONAL WEBSITE PORTFOLIO UP YESTERDAY, I ATE PASTA WITHOUT EVEN COOKING THE FUCKING SAUCE , I WENT TO BED AT 6 AM AND I WOKE UP AT ONE AND I'VE BEEN WEARING THE SAME CLOTHES FOR A WHILE AND NOW I GET TO GO TO STARBUCKS AND GET FOUR SHOTS OF ESPRESSO IN A CUP AND HAVE THEM JUDGE ME AND NO ME FUCKING GUSTA. NOPE. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAD TO DO THIS RIGHT NOW FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCK