I decided not to change this chapter, but for the correction of one spelling and the addition of some lyrical goodness.
Trust that my feelings
are heavily shielded
and magnetically sealed
Lyrics -Nerf Herder
Loki hated this place. He only came here because Kurt seemed to like it so much. Loki hated the sticky booths, the red bar and stools. He hated the sickly sweet smell, the colours, the waitress. And above all else, he hated the people.
Loki took the milkshakes to their table and sat opposite Kurt, sliding a milkshake towards him. "Why do you like this place so much Kurt? It's perfectly horrid."
"Vy must you be so English?"
"You're not answering my question."
"It is a place of many colours. Both furnishings and people. Zhere is much to learn here."
"Why must you talk so philosophically?" There was a smile in Loki's voice as he took a slurp from his drink.
"Loki?" Kurt whispered. "Look to your left. Slowly." Loki did as he was told.
To his left and forward a bit, a figure sat alone at a table. As Loki turned and meet his gaze, the other man's eyes dropped back to the table.
"Every time he thinks you can't see, he stares at you. Do you know him?"
"It's Stark." Loki looked down at his milkshake. "What is wrong with him?"
"I think that he likes you. Vat is so vong vith that?"
"By why? Why does he like me?"
"Maybe he, like me, sees something good in you."
Loki snorted "I don't think that is quite in Stark's nature Kurt."
"Have faith Loki. And please excuse me, I need to use zee bathroom."
As Kurt left Loki sighed, looking down at his milkshake.
Loki's eyes flickered to Stark's for a moment before he looked down again. When he looked back up, Tony was sliding into the booth to sit opposite him. Loki opened his mouth as if to protest, but was met with two brown eyes.
They were a deep chocolatey colour, and Loki could almost imagine himself swimming around in the deep pools staring right back at him. He could pick out some slightly lighter, ocre specs in there, also some darker lines and some slightly more mahogany. The irises were slightly darker around the edge, only adding to the depth he saw there.
No doubt Stark was looking into his eyes exactly the same way. Loki was often told of the beauty of his own eyes, but he had never really seen it himself, they were just another reminder of how he was not related to the family he so wanted to be.
Loki hadn't really realised he'd been staring, nor for how long he and Stark had sat there. For those moments he has felt so drawn, so captivated by the man before him. Not a word had been spoken, not had it needed to be.
With one cocky grin, Stark was gone. He returned to his spot in the other booth a few moments before Kurt returned.
"Vhat vas zat all about?"
"I haven't the faintest idea." Loki watched as a girl walked in and sat with Stark. Once she'd sat down, Tony continued the quick glances at Loki every few moments. "Kurt, would you mind if we left? I feel really weird."
"Of course not. You do look quite pale. Shall I call your brother Thor?"
"No, I just need to go home I think."
Kurt placed a hand on Loki's forearm. In a moment they were gone, a small cloud of Kurt-and-Loki-shaped blue smoke was all that took their place.
Doctor Maz, Over and Out