Sleepless (FrostIron)

by IronFrost701

'Where were the reasons where had his reason gone to, when he'd went up to his room that first night, when he'd reached to soothe his pain when he took him by the hand, when he let himself listen like he always to him listens, of his past of his intellect or just nonsense, he let himself care, let impulse control him and risk, the only reason he bothers getting up in the morning.'

3. Unusual

He wakes with a jolt. By him glanced and, Loki. In, his bed, where Pepper lays and before he can think Loki states: "She left earlier. It's seven-thirty I think," turns, then a cool hand's placed to his cheek, a warmth prompt floods his being, the sheen of sweat on his skin and clothes dries. Loki's arm retracts as Tony's pants even out, and he turns, shifting closer, chasing the warmth of Loki his presence, solid and real.

"…Lokes," murmured so downcast greens return, and Loki moves and slowly moves him, to his other side so Loki'll situate along his back, drape an arm at his torso and pull.

"Sleep," he says, as Tony's rapid heartrate settles quickly and his heavy eyes drop. He doesn't think he just drifts off.

XXX

"Mr. Loki. Mr. Barton is approaching." Tony stirs at the voice and the withdrawal of the solid warmth behind him. When he looks Loki's pressing a finger to lips as he slides off the bed to the corner of the room, behind the door seconds before Clint barged in.

"Rise and shine, sleepin' beauty! You sick or something? It's noon, man," Barton rambles as Loki, at threshold of the room, shoots him a sly wink, before gliding away. Tony smiles.

Days carry on as usual, like what they're doing is all but unusual, like it doesn't beckon more, wide smiles playful pokes or tugs or punches, proximity, obviousness, to which some turn blind eyes, some know, and some start to catch on.