Loki's blog:
Strange Midgardians…
I keep getting strange looks outside. Am I not in proper attire for the sport of running? Hm, maybe I need to rethink my outfit options.
I do not see an issue though. Tony advised me over the right apparel (but I only took it slightly into consideration)….these women are starting to bother me. I should just keep running.
Tony's blog:
Oh good lord.
Loki, as much as I love you wearing what you're wearing…
Don't ever go out in it anymore, okay?
In fact if you want to go running can you just do it in our gym room?
Or just wrap yourself up in a huge black cloak when you go out.
Though it's completely fine to wear whatever you want when I'm out with you, and only when I'm out with you.
Loki's blog:
No need to be jealous darling. I even ran away from the advancing eyes of some group of gentlemen that were coming out of a…
"Gentleman's Club" I believe it was called.
Hm, very curious indeed maybe I should go inside and see for myself what is all the ruckus. I can hear music from outside and it reeks of alcohol.
Tony's blog:
Oh no, don't you dare. Come home now, you're grounded until I'm done making sure the world knows that you belong to me.
No, I don't care what you say.
You're grounded.
Loki's blog:
#U MAD?
But Tony they are so nice in here. All these ladies are quite lovely actually. Very polite though I am tempted to see if I can dance like them on those poles.
Why do you need a pole to dance?
Anyway, some man just handed me a bunch of your Midgardian money. I am unsure what he is asking of me though.
Tony's blog:
That's it. THAT'S IT. I'm coming down to pick you up right now. Give the man his money back, get out of there, don't talk to anyone.
If you want to try dancing on a pole, I'll install you one at home.
Loki's blog:
Darling, I have been sitting in the living room for two hours reading. I never went out.
Tony's blog:
#I HATE YOU ALL
Loki:
Liquor cabinet
I can hear Tony making a fuss downstairs. What else would he expect from the God of Mischief.
I know what else I can do…
Drink all his liquor. I may seem like a lush but I can drink as much as Thor. Almost. We ended up drinking ourselves under the table now let me see…
Whiskey first, bourbon, beer, red wine, white wine….
Where to start~
Tony:
Jarvis just informed me of Loki's actions…
LOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII STAY AWAY FROM MY LIQUOR.
Loki:
[Loki can't hear Tony over the sound of glass clinking. His magic is running amok with glasses floating around his head as he sips from each drink. Empty bottles strewn about his feet as he dances to sultry music]
Tony:
[Tony busts into the room where Loki is and yells at the top of his lungs, hitting down the floating glasses so that Loki would have less to drink.]
Enough! Why are you even drinking anyway?
God, my liquor!
[Tony picks up one of his empty prized bottles and hugs it sadly.]
You know, I was saving that for a special occasion!
Loki:
[Tries to say something but drinks from the bottle he has in his hand. Chugs it and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Tries to mouth something but gives up and continues to drink.]
Tony:
[Tony wrenches the bottle away from Loki's hand and glares at him angrily before slapping Loki lightly on the cheek.]
I want you to sober up and explain yourself!
[Tony's still sad at the loss of his fine, fine liquor, but he can mourn for them later.]
Loki:
[Loki lightly touches his cheek and sniffles a little. He shakes his head slowly from left to right.]
I…Mmnn…Nnn I do not know. Why? Why. Why not? Why….why? I do not know why? Do you?
[Loki is far from sober and he plops down on the couch and stretches his legs straight into the air then lets them go limp from the knee down.]
I~do~not~know~why~
Tony:
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
[Tony swears and rubs his thumb and middle finger of one hand to his temple, his other hand settling on his waist. He groans at Loki and rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to deal with this.]
I'm going to make sure you never come in here ever again.
[Tony picks Loki up from the couch and makes a start to their kitchen with the intention of sobering Loki up probably with some coffee.]
Loki:
[Loki whined as Tony picked him up. He pawed for the bottles that slowly drifted farther away. He looked up at Tony and started to whine for attention and sex. Lots and lots of really dirty sex according to his slurred, dramatic, and very detailed description. He started to trail kisses up and down Tony's neck and chest, nipping and licking as well.]
Tony:
[Tony swats Loki away, not wanting to take advantage of his lover while he was in this state, and not unless they had come to an agreement to have drunk sex before they got drunk. He rolled his eyes and sets Loki down properly on the kitchen counter, keeping an eye on him as he starts to brew the coffee before making Loki drink it.]
Loki:
[Loki hops off the counter with too much of a spring in his step and hits is head on the upper cabinets. He winces and holds his bleeding forehead and cries. He says Tony's name over and over while squatting down and hanging his head low]
Tony:
[Tony stares in disbelief before he actually snorts in laughter. He cradles Loki anyway, kissing the damage and not caring whether he tastes the blood. He tries to make Loki feel better by rubbing his back to soothe away the pain.]
Don't cry you silly god. Hush, hush now.
Loki:
Tony…I missed you..why do you gotta go and…hang out with Thor? I dun like it when you hang out wit Thor….no fair…my Tony…
[Loki sniffles to himself as he mumbles random things he wouldn't say sober. He curls around Tony and clings to him like a child while chanting his name. His Tony, not Thor or anyone else's Tony. He wanted Tony to himself.]
Tony:
[Tony chuckles as Loki spouts his silly, and kisses the drunk god on the top of his head, still rubbing Loki's back in small soothing circles. He carries Loki up again, deciding to forget about the coffee and bring Loki directly to bed this time.]
I'm here right now, darling. And I don't hang out with your brother because I want to, it's work, sweetie. I'm here and I'm all yours now, and I'll always be. Silly you.
Loki:
I love you Tony…I love you lots…Thor is not as fun, he is so boring….I am more fun. Lots more fun.
[Loki holds onto Tony and smiles widely with some intermittent giggles as they head to bed. When Tony finally puts Loki on the bed, the god scrambles under the covers and purrs while hugging a pillow.]
Tony:
[With the way Loki is behaving, Tony cannot stop shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He chuckles at Loki scrambling for the covers, purring with the pillow hugged, and takes his own shirt off before he slipped into bed next to Loki.]
I love you too, Loki. I love you lots, too. And yes of course your brother's not as fun. He's not amazing like you.
[He kisses Loki on the cheek and pulls him close in, cuddling him.]
Loki:
[The sloshed trickster smiled and cuddled close to Tony, purring and nuzzling him affectionately before falling asleep quickly and quietly. He would wake up in the morning with a massive headache and absolutely no idea as to why his head was bruised and cut.]
Tony:
[Tony falls asleep only half an hour after he's sure Loki's really asleep because he doesn't want Loki to suddenly get up and do anything silly again. He has his arms wrapped protectively around Loki for the night, hoping he doesn't let go of Loki halfway through the night, and he doesn't.]