TITLE: a study in idiot {act xxi;it's violent secret-sharing time, idiot}
AUTHOR: Pepperrrr
RATING: PG-16 because i like my made-up rating hell yeah i do
PAIRING: Tony Stark & Loki Laufeyson
WARNINGS: fighting, angst, humour, gratuitous swedish, sexual tension, justin bieber mentions, i don't know what this chapter is doing someone hold me
P.O.V: Third person.
DATE WRITTEN: October 26th 2012 1:30 PM
SUMMARY: "You idiot. Is this what you wanted?" Loki snarled, and Tony couldn't react. He didn't know how. "Is this what you wanted?" The god repeated, and Tony closed his mouth, swallowing before gaping again.
AUTHOR NOTES: i think this may be one of my more dynamic chapters. idek. because i think that my best chapters are total shit. so maybe i'm delusional. idek idek.
also, this is inspired by the fact that sweet jesus that someday perfume by justin bieber just smells sO GOOD OMG IT'S SO PRETTY AND FRUITY AND IT REMINDS ME OF MY FIRST KISS WITH A GIRL. yeah. long story about that. i'll tell whoever is interested. But yeS IT'S LOVELY and as i was smelling my wrist, i thought of tony being confronted by a very clueless loki wearing girl perfume. omg and then random crap happened i don't know how this chapter ended up the way it did what
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'.

Tony turned in half-waking to end up with his face pressed up against a human-warm, fragrant wrist. He knew it was a wrist by the bone and the veins and the way those veins throbbed to tell of the life they helped support. He found the smell very pleasing. And.. feminine. Oh jesus.

Tony woke completely then, dream and sleep ripped away from him as he catapulted himself from the bed. He thought the wrist belonged to a random woman. And that terrified him. Because that meant he had betrayed completely and entirely Loki's trust in him. And oh fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck. He heard a low laugh and he could feel the soft, familiar intrusion in his mind.
"Frukta inte, Anthony. If that had been a-" Loki crooked his fingers in air quotes. It was still charming and unexpected.

"-one night stand-" His hands fell to his lap. "-a lowly trollop, the wrist against your lips when you woke would have been frigid and stiff. You may not have even woken." And Tony didn't exactly doubt that. And that was..not good in a relationship.

But Loki and Tony were not a normal couple. They were a psychotic, damaged, mischievous liar-god, and a genius playboy billionaire philanthropist. And a superhero. Who almost got stranded in space once. And not-so-almost-more-like-actually died.

Woah he totally forgot that he died. How do you forget that?
"You died?!" Loki hissed from the bed, snapping Tony back to reality. Tony looked up at him and shifted into a more comfortable no-i-didn't-fall-out-of-bed-i-just-wanted-to-be-on-the-floor-when-i-woke-up sitting position.

"Yeah, but it wasn't permanent, so-"
"Why did you think it proper to not tell me of this before?"
"Hey, you keep secrets too." The hero defended, gesturing in the god's direction.
"That isn't even worth being a secret!"

"Who cares?!" Tony shouted, not realizing that he was standing next to the bed now. How'd he get there?
"I do!" Loki agonized, jabbing a finger to his own chest.

Things fell quiet after that, Tony becoming lost for words all of a sudden. He didn't understand that. "I care, Anthony! Should I not care that you died?"
"I'm not- it's not- Loki-"
"Hur håller jag när ni stöter bort mig så?!"

Loki hissed, and Tony might have been glad that he didn't understand what Loki said.
"Well okay. Yonanayso bormay sug to you too." The hero said, and Loki tightened his mouth into a little displeased line. "Well you know a secret, I guess. So, how about one from you?" Loki made a noise and it sounded like it was from disgust, and he turned his face away from the mortal's eyes.

"Come on. You've gotta have something. Something about ..devil children? A bad habit? Murders? Your family?" He knew he was going too far. Loki turned back towards him. And all of a sudden, Loki was on him and they were crashing to the floor. Tony ended up on his back, staring up into red and orange eyes, Loki straddling his waist and hands on either side of his head.

Wait red eyes that's not- Tony blinked and took in the skin colour. Blue. Fucking blue. His mouth fell open and he stared with wide eyes at Loki.

There was no fucking way that this as actually happening. Loki was blue. A cross between midnight and chaser blue. And there were visible ridges, lines in the blue skin. He doubted Loki could get any more unreal at this point.

"You idiot. Is this what you wanted?" Loki snarled, and Tony couldn't react. He didn't know how. "Is this what you wanted?" The god repeated, and Tony closed his mouth, swallowing before gaping again.

"I.." He muttered, lost, and Loki pressed closer to him, teeth bared.
"I love you as much as I loathe myself." He gritted out, and Tony had nothing to say. Nothing to think.

What could anyone say to that? How do you react to someone saying that? Fuck. "This form is something I have tried to ignore and forget and keep from you. Is this what you wanted?" Loki growled, though he was a little less tense than he was before.

Tony recognized agonizing desperation lining his blue features. 'You must be so afraid of me now. This monster you've given your whole life to." Loki damn near purred, though he was still visibly angry. "Do you feel me?" Loki asked him, venomous.

All of a sudden, Tony had hands up his shirt. They were fucking freezing. Tony shouted. "Åh! Du bränner .." The god moaned.

Wait, moaned? His head fell back too. Okay that was hot. His hands clawed at Tony's chest, and the hero arched involuntarily. Before Tony could dwell on that, the weight on him was gone, the freezing touch gone.

And Loki had magicked himself back on to the bed, pale and emerald-eyed. The hero blinked, mind trying to catch up with the events and the foreign language Loki used when he felt like being confusing, or just let slip. He raised himself up on his elbows.
"So..what's up with that stuff you're wearing?" Tony asked, voice a little strained as he tried to feign nonchalance and change the subject and tone and mood.

"I cannot recall the name." Loki answered hollowly, and a bottle appeared in the inventor's hand. He looked at it briefly, not even seeing it. When he looked up for explanation he saw that Loki wasn't even looking at him. Instead, he stared off into some nothing on the blank tv screen.

Yeah, they had a tv on the wall. Bedtime movie viewing, duh. Tony looked down at the bottle and- Oh my fucking sweet jesus god damnit what. Tony busted out laughing

It was that Justin Bieber perfume. Fucking shit. Tony kept laughing, and Loki looked at him then, offended.
"What in the nine realms are you laughing about, Anthony?" The god implored stiffly, lips pursed and brows knit.

Tony wiped tears of mirth from his eyes.
"This is that Justin Bieber perfume, dude. It's for prepubescent girls. Oh my god-" The hero starting laughing again. Loki bristled. Tony tossed the bottle on to the bed and Loki caught it, clutching the pink-magenta-lavender thing with uncertainty.

"Don't be so mad Reindeer Games. I still love you, even if you're a gender-confused smurf." Tony grinned, and Loki couldn't believe how easily Tony had accepted his Jotun form. Tony felt the same way.
"You're not going to chain smoke because you told the truth again are you?" Tony asked, and Loki glared at him.

The hero grinned and sat on the bed, pulling an arm around Loki, still a bit tense from the skin changey thing. But Loki relaxed into his side, a sigh escaping him.
"What was that last foreign thing you said?" There was a pause until Loki realized what he meant.
"I said that you burnt. When I touched you in that form, where I am like ice, you are like fire."

He explained. Okay, his reaction made more sense now. Tony blinked and nodded faintly.
"Still hot." He said plainly.

Loki shoved him off the bed.

that chapter went completely out of my control woah

TRUSTY TRANSLATION TIME:

"Fear not, Anthony."

"How do I stay when you repel me so?!"

"Oh! You burn.."