About a thousand years or so ago, man believed the stars where the only thing in the universe that would never change. They believed they were stagnant, bright gods in the sky that lived far away. They needed to be worshipped, sacrificed to, and praised. The cosmos was one of life's greatest mysteries but they rationalized it with religion. Their gods were strong and absolute.

There was a time when Loki believed it. Foolish he was to.

For one, he wasn't Asgardian so he wouldn't exactly count in as the rest of his adoptive family. Two, he wasn't absolute. He wasn't perfect, none of them were, nor great, and Heimdal wasn't entirely all-seeing. It was so ironic of a race that thought so above themselves to accept the stories the very creatures they so-called triumphed over.

Loki was not a god, neither was Odin or Thor. No one in Asgard was a god, and it was so sad that the Midgardians figured that out way before them. They were just another group of lost creatures out in the universe. Though they knew of many other races and realms, they still barely scratched the surface of the universe themselves.

The frost giant was laying on the bed that Stark had lent him. The one was very well furnished and large, including a large array of technology and included a bathroom. One wall was just a giant window overlooking the city. He had pulled the blinds closed when he first walked in, not wanting to see the day light.

It was a bit too overwhelming on Loki to tell you the truth. He was so used to his tiny cell where he only had enough space to pace about five feet. Here, it seemed endless space.

Not wanting to strain his head too much, he had flopped on the bed. On his back he settled his unfocused gaze on the ceiling. Eventually, he managed to drift asleep.

Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste.

A few lines from a peculiar song somehow drifted into Loki's dream of darkness. The whole dream he had done nothing but stand in pitch dark, unsure of where he was. But then the sound of music drifted in, an anchor to him. He listened to it for a while, not sure what the hell it was. But then the melody abruptly changed into something louder and heavier.

See me ride out on the sunset on your color TV screen!

What?

Cause' I'm TNT I'm dynamite!

The music shook the room, and Loki's eyes shot right open as he was jolted away. The music continued blaring, helping him lose whatever sleep he had left. The frost giant listened with his eyes on the ceiling, the music nearly bursting his ear drums. But then...he heard another voice along with it. Was someone..singing along?

"JARVIS!" Stark yelled, sounding out of breath. "Turn this party up! DJ get it going, JARV!"

Crazy ass human, Loki couldn't help but think. But then he quickly scolded himself for the thought as he was getting cared for by Stark. Respect was needed from him so his tongue remained bitten.

Then the music changed again, becoming more upbeat.

Starships were ment to fly

"JARVIS! I said turn the party up. That means don't piss on it."

"Sir, I believe this is the appropriate music for parties as well as clubs."

"Shut up, JARV." Tony said, and started singing along just for the hell of it.

Finally, Loki dared to roll over on his side so he could see Tony. A light blush immediately crept onto his face. This was...not what he was expecting. Really, he was so surprised to how open Stark was. It shouldn't have shocked him, as on Asgard it was usually worse as men were sometimes plain naked, but coming from a former enemy...wow.

Tony Stark was a few feet away from his bed, dressed in only his boxers and a tight tank. He was dancing quite spastically, even throwing in a lewd move. He was definitely enjoying himself, as a genuine smile suddenly came to his face.

"...are you...drunk?" Loki asked after the song ended and another upbeat followed.

That was when Tony finally stopped dancing and noticed Loki was watching him. He gave a chuckle before waving his arm for the music to stop. It did on his command and he slowly shook his head, no.

"I'm sorry. I tried to shake you awake, but you wouldn't wake up. So I played some music and just decided to dance. Glad you can join me, Bambi."

That wasn't really true. About twenty minutes before waking his guest, Tony sat down and tried to figure out a way to open the Asgardian up a bit. It wasn't good for Loki to stayed holed up in his room as much as Tony wanted to stay in his workshop, plus if the iron man really thought about it, he needed the company. So he spoke with JARVIS, had a pointless conversation, and then started his "dance party".

"I don't dance...not any more." Loki responded, eyes going down to the floor.

"You'll be dancing once I start working on you."

Oh, that came out wrong. Tony hoped he didn't take it the wrong way. "I mean, I will definitely get you back into it."

"Why aren't you wearing pants," Loki mumbled, eyes still on the ground.

"Why haven't you been out of your room in two days?" Tony countered.

Loki blinked, very confused. What? Was he really asleep for that long. He suddenly noticed he was thirsty and hungry. His hair was also pretty greasy if that was an indicator. So, he had spent two days dreaming about standing in darkness. It must have been a sign.

"Come on, Horndog. I got takeout for ya'." Tony said again, this time holding the door open for the "god" to follow him. Loki got up, ignoring the fact that he was wearing his clothes from before, and left for the kitchen with Tony. Neither of them noticed Pepper Potts sitting at the bar with a stack of papers.