"What the hell?!" Tony gasps panting, kept upright solely by Loki's arms around him. His head was spinning violently he was battling the urge to hurl, as his blurred vision focused in on, what appeared to be the interior of some lofty, average-size apartment.
"Steady now," Loki coos setting him onto a green, cushy sofa.
"Where are we?"
"Safehouse. I've many, naturally," he walks off.
"…You could just…The whole time?!"
"When it suits me," the god calls over his shoulder. "Mind you it's not easy so I can't quite take us anywhere else for a while," disappears into some room. Tony stares after him incredulous for a long moment, listening to loud ruckus as Loki dug around for whatever and contemplating his poor life-choices,
when Loki returns, tossing a golden Apple from hand to hand. He leans against the backrest, and holds it out to him with a wide smile.
"All of it. Even the core," he says. And Tony has a right to study it with suspicion. Loki rolls his eyes. "Come on love, we've established already I could far more swiftly than poison kill you." Tony gives him a look.
"Super reassuring," he deadpans and Loki smirks. He takes it. "What does it taste like?" Loki gives him a look in turn.
"Like apple, silly."
"…Big risk, you're taking. Far as I know, not only would this make me live longer, it'd make me stronger. I could kick your ass," his wolfish grin Loki mirrors smoothly.
"Doubtful." And oh he could do with super-strength, for a great many reasons. Living long wouldn't be a bad plus, if Loki'll offer him space-exploration on a silver platter. It certainly didn't seem past the trickster, who could teleport in and out of existence.
Rather excited now Tony sits up on his knees so they're properly face to face, Loki still towering by two inches. It doesn't annoy him as much as it should and he says: "We'll have to find out," very much intent to, and Loki responds in kind.
"That we will," gleaming mischief in his eyes his wicked smile. Tony kisses him, because he wants to because to hell it all he's this far-gone, might as well. And Loki's quick to catch on a hand slides up his arm the other at his back pressing bringing him closer and Loki's thin, pink lips tangle eager with his. Yet it was strangely gentle and brief, little kisses that made the air hum pleasantly around them, before Tony'd wrapped both arms round his neck, apple still in grip. He tilts his head and the kiss deepens and Loki's low moan makes his head spin in want.
"This is insane," he murmurs huskily between them. Loki smirks, points out:
"I think we're both past sane." Tony nods.
"Agreed." Their lips lock once more.