Tony was woken up by the light streaming in through his window and rolled over, expecting to find Loki's warm body curled up next to him. But all he found was cold, rustled sheets, and was confused until he heard the sound of his coffee machine whirling in the kitchen.
Tying a sheet around his waist for someform of modesty, he walked out, where Loki was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, his back to Tony, sipping his soy coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Morning, gorgeous." Tony greeted, sliding his arms around Loki's waist and kissing his neck.
"Hey, you." Loki replied, spinning around on his stool so that he was facing Tony.
"Couldn't sleep?" He guessed, kissing Loki's forehead before going and making himself a coffee.
Loki sighed. "When am I ever able to sleep?"
"Well, you were out pretty quickly last night." Tony remarked, pouring the milk.
Loki smirked. "Well, certain, strenuous activities can have that affect on me."
"Really?" Tony grinned. "I guess that gives us the excuse to do them more often."
Loki snorted, but didn't object.
Tony left the kitchen, but instead of joining Loki at the breakfast bar he headed towards the couch. "Come sit with me on the couch, it's way more comfortable."
Agreeing, Loki stood up and stretched, and only then did Tony realize what he was wearing.
"Is that my Black Sabbath singlet? And my boxers?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
Loki nodded as he sat down. "Yeah, my clothes from last night weren't exactly comfortable. You don't mind, do you?"
"What? No, it's fine. You suit them." Tony complimented.
Loki took another sip of his coffee to hide his blush.
"So your flight's tomorrow, right?" Tony asked.
"At 2:30pm." Loki confirmed, nodding his head.
"So we have a day, then. What do you want to do?"
Loki sighed. "Not go home, for one."
"Aside from the obvious."
"Hm, what's the weather like? There's no point in going out if it's cold." Loki asked.
Tony reached over to the table beside them to grab his phone and glance at the weather. "Yeah, it's gonna be cold, so do you wanna just stay in? Unless you need to go out for anything?"
Loki shook his head. "No, staying in is fine. I don't have anywhere else to be."
"Cool. So, wanna watch a movie?" Tony suggested. If they were going to stay in, they may as well do an activity that involves them being as close as possible.
"Sure, but I'd like a shower first. Is it okay if I use yours?"
"Mm hm. And feel free to wear more of my clothes, I like seeing you wear them."
"Okay, thanks." Loki said standing up and heading towards the bathroom. But when he reached the door, however, an idea hit him and he stopped and turned back around to face Tony. "Oh, and feel free to join me." He said, winking and walking into the bedroom.
Tony blinked at Loki's suggestion, before grinning to himself, and waiting until he heard the shower start running and taking off to join Loki.
After a very long and, er, steamy shower, both boys emerged; Loki with pink cheeks and wearing a black jumper with grey track pants (both Tony's) and Tony looking very pleased with himself in jeans and an AC/DC shirt.
"Don't fall asleep on me again." Tony joked, as they sat back down on the couch, Loki closing his eyes and resting his head in Tony's lap, his long legs hanging off the end of the couch
He opened an eye. "I'm just resting my eyes." Loki mumbled, closing his eye again.
Tony chuckled. "I'm sure you are, babe."
"So I'm your "babe", now?" Loki asked, amusedly.
"You can be anything, as long as you're mine." Tony grinned.
"How sentimental." Loki remarked, and Tony knew he would be rolling his eyes if they were open.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're only with me because of my body." Tony quipped.
"It is a lovely body." Loki replied, half-agreeing.
"Can I get that in writing?"
"As if your ego needs any more inflation."
"Hey now, a little self-confidence is good for the soul." Tony responded defensively.
Loki snorted. "Little being the operative word."
"I don't like sleepy-Loki. He used to be cute but now he's just rude." Tony complained, absently running his fingers through Loki's raven locks.
Loki let out a hum and wriggled slightly at the touch, then slid his hand under Tony's leg as if to use it for a pillow. "Keep doing that and I'll be nice." He promised in a murmur.
A smile started to form on Tony's face as he continued. "You're adorable."
Loki scoffed. "I am many things, Anthony, but adorable is not one of them."
"You are. You're like a cat. Loki the cat." He said, before a genius name sprung into his head. "Lokitty!" He gasped in excitement, pleased with his own joke.
"Please, no." Loki groaned, clearly irritated. "Don't call me that."
"But it's cute!" Tony objected.
"Which is exactly why I dislike it, Stark."
"Oh, so now I'm back to Stark, am I? That's not what you were calling me in the shower." Tony teased, taking pleasure in both embarrassing and annoying Loki.
Loki opened his eyes again and scowled, before sitting up and pushing himself off the couch and walking over to Tony and Bruce's shared DVD collection. Both boys, being the scientists that they were, took an general liking to sci-fi films - a genre that Loki wasn't a huge fan of – and the few movies that didn't fall into that category, Loki had organized into a pile next to him.
"I didn't know you were a fan of Titanic." Loki said amusedly, holding the film up in his right hand.
Tony lay down on the couch, taking up Loki's recently vacated spot. "I think it's one of Pepper's that somehow made it's way into my collection." He said, missing the frown that appeared on Loki's face when he mentioned Pepper.
"Romeo and Juliet?" Loki questioned, holding up the film.
"Yeah! Let's watch that! You being into Shakespeare and all. Tragic love story, right up your alley."
Loki snorted and rolled his eyes. "Tragic love story? Have you even read the play?" He asked, shaking his head.
"Well, no, but I get the idea. Two star-crossed lovers that can never be together, and end up dying in order to be with each other." Tony said, watching Loki to make sure he'd given the correct answer.
"That's the glamourized version, what society has turned it into. If you read it carefully, it's actually about a thirteen year old girl, and a seventeen year old boy that fall in love with each other instantly, Romeo instantly forgetting about Rosaline, the woman he previously called his one true love, and replacing her with Juliet, a Capulet, after glimpsing her at a party. They then get married after knowing each other for less than a day, and three days later they commit suicide for each other. Tragic? Yes. A love story? Yes. Realistic? Perhaps, but not in my eyes." Loki finished breathlessly. One subject in particular he loved in high school was English Lit, and he developed strong opinions of plays and books that they covered throughout the years.
Tony looked on in admiration. "You're very passionate about Shakespeare, aren't you?"
Loki shrugged. "You like engineering, I like reading. I am positive that if I mentioned something to do with a car engine I'd have to put up with your incessant babbling for hours."
Tony laughed. "Touché. So what are we going to do now, then? Your distaste in my movie collection is fairly obvious, so unless you want to watch Doctor Who or something, I suggest we see who else is still here and do something with them."
"No!" Loki pouted, looking like an insolent five year old. "It's my last day before I go back to Chicago and face my charming family, and I want to spend it with you, and you alone." Loki declared, his eyes searching Tony's face for any sign of disagreement.
"Fine by me. So Doctor Who it is?" Tony asked, heaving himself off the couch and joining Loki on the floor by the pile of DVD's. Loki nodded in response. "Which season, then? I only have seasons from Christopher Eccleston onwards."
"Er, season four? I just love Donna." Loki decided.
"Of course you do." Tony grinned. Loki and Donna were very similar in the way the joked, sarcasm and wit often being mistaken for rudeness.
After starting the series, and arguing over which episode to start with, the two teens managed to get themselves comfortable on the couch, Loki's legs draped over Tony's lap and his top half resting against the arm of the sofa, whereas Tony just sat normally, except for the hand that remained entwined with Loki's for the duration of the afternoon.
They hadn't spoken much about Loki returning back home, it was obvious to Tony that he wanted to enjoy the time he had before he left, so he let Loki do so, but when they arrived at the airport the following day, and Loki paled and sprinted to the bathroom, he had to say something.
"You want to talk about it?" Tony asked softly.
There was no need for him to clarify what "it" was, but Loki shook his head anyway. "I'll be fine, I'm just a bit anxious, that's all."
"Look, I probably should've said this earlier, but you're welcome to stay with me, if you want." Tony offered, feeling like a complete idiot for not saying anything sooner.
Loki let out a dry laugh. "Now you offer. But I think my family would be more upset with me if I didn't come home, rather than if I did."
"It's the thought that counts, I suppose." Tony admitted, as they pushed Loki's trolley through the baggage check-in queue.
They stayed in silence for the rest of the checking-in process, neither of them quite knowing what to say. They would miss each other immensely, but both believed that the other would shoot them down if they voiced this aloud, they had only really been together for two weeks, after all. But actions can speak louder than words, and as Tony pulled Loki in for a good-bye hug, he didn't really need to say anything at all, as they gripped each other tightly, inhaling in the familiar and comforting scents of one another desperate to memorize every detail, quirk and even flaw before they parted.
"See you in a month." Tony said, his voice muffled by Loki's shoulder.
Loki nodded. "Skype and text me, okay?" He responded.
"I promise." Tony vowed as they finally broke apart.