Tony closed his eyes and counted to ten opening them he looked down, but still two furry paws met his still startled gaze. Well shit this suck he thought, but looking on the bright side at least it got him out of going to that boring SI Gala.
Well time to try getting up again, I'm a genius walking on four legs instead of two can't be that hard. Proving that even the great Tony Stark could on occasion get things wrong.
Just as he contemplated giving up, he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and tossed onto the nearby sun lounger. Letting out a loud yowl as he flew through the air, he landed on all four paws and surprisingly managed to stay standing.
"As much as it amuses me to watch your pathetic attempts, I have more important things to do". snarked Loki.
"What the hell are you playing at Loki, change me back now and I might not blast you skinny ass all the way back to Asgard".
"I don't think you have a kitty sized suit of armour to hand, or should I say paw Stark, so I'm not exactly quaking with fear over that threat".
And with that he disappeared.
JARVIS! JARVIS! JARVIS! He shouted as loud as he could. Why the hell was he not answering? By now he should have alerted the other avengers about Loki's appearance. He knew for a fact Steve and Bruce were in the tower.
Bloody magic, that's why, he realised. Also JARVIS might be the most advanced A.I in the world but even he could not speak or translate cat. What he needed was Thor and his All Speak he could be his own personal Doctor Dolittle.
Without thought Tony began to lick his fur, it felt sticky and uncomfortable. His tongue rasped against something hard in the centre of his chest, looking down Tony saw a familiar blue glow. He must be drunk if he had forgotten his arc reactor.
Tony carried on grooming his fur he felt that he should be more disgusted that he was licking his own body, he usually left that to his dates.
Suddenly he sat up a stunned thought reached the front of his mind, Oh my God! I could lick my own Balls!