Tony woke up in a moment of pure bliss. It was the first night he hasn't had a nightmare since the Battle of New York. It may also be because he had a very peaceful looking Tom in his arms. Memories of the night before came flooding back to him and Tony smiles to himself. But suddenly the thought were plagued by Loki. He found himself asking what the God's lips felt and tasted like… He couldn't help but notice the similarities between his boyfriend and the God. Not only do they look similar, but they also talk and act similar. Also, why doesn't Tom want Tony to see his room? The thing that made Tony the guiltiest, was that he found himself attracted to the man asleep on top of him because of those similarities. Stark sighed and looked at the ceiling-he was seriously messed up.
Tom opened his eyes slowly and looked up. He saw Tony sleeping peacefully and smiled.
'Silly mortal' He thought to himself, 'If you knew who I really was, you would loath me with all you soul. Would you still care for the real me? Or do you just love this me?' The early morning sun framed Tony's face perfectly, and Tom gently kissed his chest before standing up carefully as to not wake him, as he dresses, he thinks about how much he's changed since he attacked New York. The mortals he despised, he now somewhat cared for. He even protected them when the Avengers were too busy to notice the incoming threat. He didn't consider himself a hero. Hero's don't tear people's limb from limb, threaten to decapitate them if they try to attack again, and certainly don't hunt down villains and kill them one by one. Torturing them until their begging for death. Just as he's about to head to the kitchen, a hand grabs his wrist. He looks down and sees Tony holding onto him, his eyes still closed.
"Stark, let go now or you won't get any breakfast… And no coffee."
At the last comment Tony let's go like his been electrocuted.
"Your gonna make me breakfast?" Tony asks hesitantly.
"Yep. Unless you want to make it for me?..."
"Ummm, I don't think that's a good idea…"
Tom chuckled and walks into the kitchen. Finding left over bacon from yesterday's meal, he begins frying it while making scrambled eggs. While he cooks he hums an old Nose nursery rhyme that his 'mother' used to sing to him when he was scared. Once everything had done, he put the two plates of food on the island, and poured Stark a cup of coffee, and himself a herbal tea.
"It's ready!" He calls
"Ok, be there in a minute!" Tony replies.
He emerges from the living room moments later, fully dressed. He sits on the barstool opposite Tom and begins eating.
"My god… It's like I'm eating heaven!" He says as he eats.
"Its bad manners to talk with your mouth full." Tom replies absently.
"Sorry… You know you should come to my place sometime."
Tom chuckled, "If you thought I was that… Loki… person, than I'm sure your team mates will think the same thing."
Tony thought about this for a moment and nodded, "True…"
Just then the song 'Ghostbusters' filled the room. Tom's eyes widen slightly and Tony groans, taking his phone out his pocket and walking to the other room. Tom hears Tony voice raise, then a defeated sigh. Ton comes back to him with sad eyes.
"That was SHEILD. They need me to help sort out Doom… sorry babe."
Tom narrowed his eyes at the name but nodded.
"Of course darling. Have a good day."
Tony grins and kisses him on the cheek before walking out the door without a second glance.