TITLE: a study in idiot {act xii, i shall graciously reveal my feels, idiot}
AUTHOR: Pepperrrr
RATING: PG ish? man if it's not G or M then I just don't fucking know what to rate it sheesh
PAIRING: Tony Stark & Loki Laufeyson
WARNINGS: fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, angst too oh god the angst, smoking, drinking, our boys have bad habits, loki is still a fashionista tsundere, loki gets cute and loving when he's tired, other things
P.O.V: Third person.
DATE WRITTEN: October 12th 2012 2:15 PM
SUMMARY: "Wh-What?! You-k-killed Odin?" He wanted to say 'when did this happen' but Loki gave him the 'no you idiot' low chuckle and smile and then he spoke again.
"Laufey. Laufey, king of Jotunheim was my father. And I killed him so I could be more to Odin and Frigga than I had been."
AUTHOR NOTES: Guys i just love these two more than most things ugh they're just so ugh help
INTRODUCTION: Idiot. The word idiot is used to imply that one is stupid, daft or dumb. Some people use it as a term of endearment. Loki is one of those people. He uses the word idiot as freely as Tony drinks.

This is a collection of times Loki called Tony 'Idiot'.

"I have some things I have not yet told you." Loki said, voice like velvet as he exhaled smoke. Tony looked up from his vodka, interested. He looked over at Loki, who sat on the counter of the bar, clad in leather and cashmere and silk, a glisten of gold at the throat and swiveled the armchair to face Loki and he inwardly praised himself for getting these chairs because fuck they were so rad.
"Alright, Reindeer Games. Shoot." Tony prompted, and Loki arched an eyebrow.
"I doubt you want me to do that." He said, chuckling, and Tony shot him a look.
"You know what I meant."

"Of course, Stark, I am no fool." He said, then his face turned very serious. He took another drag and Tony braced himself for the worst.
"I killed my father." He announced, and Tony almost choked on his vodka because that was worse than worst..

"Wh-What?! You-k-killed Odin?" He wanted to say 'when did this happen' but Loki gave him the 'no you idiot' low chuckle and smile and then he spoke again.
"Laufey. Laufey, king of Jotunheim was my father. And I killed him so I could be more to Odin and Frigga than I had been." He said, and then he looked somewhere far off, eyes clouded. "It did not work."

Oh okay. Ouch. That hurt. Tony's eyebrows knitted and he felt awkward all of a sudden. Right after that moment of awkward, Loki appeared right in Tony's lap, cigarette still in hand, both hands braced on the body of the chair on either side of Tony's head.

He shoved himself as close to Tony as possible and the billionaire was still trying to recover from that appearing out of fucking nowhere thing.
"D-Don't do that. It's really freaky.." He said, breathless, and Loki lightly raked his black painted fingernails down Tony's cheek. He shivered. Then he regained consciousness and awareness.

"Why did you tell me about your army of children before this?" He asked, and Loki's eyes darkened.
"Because I did not think it to be the right time. I didn't know if I would be able to tell you." He said, strangled and unsure. His eyes were cast downwards.

Tony brought his hand up to cup Loki's cheek, and that's when the tears fell. That was new. The inventor gulped and his mind raced
"Look at me." Tony implored, and Loki's eyes flickered up to his face, his eyes drowned with shining little tears.

It actually pained Tony to see it. "There's more you're not telling me that's upsetting you." Tony said softly as the tears kept rolling down Loki's pale cheeks. The god blinked away a few more salty little droplets and he shook his head.
"Now is not the time."

Loki said, and Tony decided that it would be best to leave it at that. He sighed and moved his hand from Loki's cheek to the back of his neck, pulling Loki's face into the crook of his neck. He let Loki cry until they both fell asleep, pulled up against each other in that rad-ass swiveling armchair. Tony was woken a little later by JARVIS.
"Sir, you should move to the bedroom."

The AI said quietly, and Tony nodded.
"Thank you JARVIS." He said, and he gathered Loki up in his arms and carried him to the bedroom with slight difficulty. He layed the god down on the bed, and he woke slightly, and a soft smile bloomed on his face, eyes heavy and half-lidded.
"Thank you Anthony."

"Go back to sleep, Reindeer Games."

yay angst i love angst but i hate it too ugh