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Tony should definitely not be doing this, he should not be here at all, he should have stayed in the dorm instead of coming to this club -however mortifying it would've been; classes were officially starting in the morning and it hadn't been part of Tony's plan to show up hung over, his plan was to actually do things right for once.
His father might take an active interest in him that way -however unlikely that thought was, if that fucking useless meeting he had with him was anything to go by, where the only thing he did was criticize his 'man-whore' ways, yeah, like he had the moral ground to talk about it…- but ugh, let's not think about Howard.
Instead, here he was, drink in hand, mind in a pleasant haze while dancing –or dry humping- with some girl or another; Pamela or Isabella or something leaned into him to whisper in his ear, only thing he caught was the word 'bathroom' and then watched her walk away, hips swaying rhythmically, he didn't know if it was an invitation, but followed her all the same.
Good news: it was an invitation
Bad news: she was terrible at giving head.
Like, really terrible, Tony had to force himself to come and save her and himself the embarrassment of going soft inside her mouth; his mind fortunately conjured images of silky, pale skin, vibrant green eyes and sinfully red lips, after that it only took the imaginary whisper of his name from those equally imaginary lips, before he heard himself moan loudly, and for him to grab a handful of Gisella's(?) dark hair (which, even in his state, he noticed it wasn't as smooth as it was supposed to be.) to keep her in place while he came down her throat.
He vaguely thought that that was kind of an asshole-y thing to do, but then she let go of his dick with a wet 'pop' and started licking whatever had leaked from her mouth, so he guessed she liked that.
Tony thanked her while doing up his pants, and got out of the filthy bathroom stall before she could rearrange her clothes and ask for his number.
Better than risking running into her again, he exited the club and went in the general direction of where he remembered parking his car, it probably wasn't a good idea to drive in his current state, but he was in enough of a state to not care.
It was just past two in the morning by the time he was inside his car and driving aimlessly through the city. He couldn't think of a single place he wanted to go, that horrible blow job had put him off the clubs for the night, apparently, and like he said, he didn't have that many friends, besides Rhodey, who would kill him if he showed up at this hour -and drunk to booth-, so, in the end, he opted for going back to the dorm and call it a night.
He hoped that Loki and Fandral had finished the make out session they had started mid-movie, the same that made him suddenly realize he really, really wanted to go out, and just generally not be there, especially when they decided to move into Fandral's room, because Tony had really good hearing and a hyperactive imagination (in hindsight, it had been a bad idea to christen their newly acquired sofa, and expertly installed DVD –by yours truly- watching Batman Begins, when Loki had just told them The Batman's voice always got her all hot and bothered);
he also completely forgot he had been starving and decided to order take out from the Chinese place just a few blocks down the street from the building; such was his rush for getting out of there.
He had been having urges in the past couple of days, like talking to Fandral's girlfiend, and touch his roommate's girlfriend, and punch his roommate in the face for kissing his own damn fucking girlfriend.
Which was ridiculous because he had only just met her; and Fandral seemed like a pretty cool guy.
He was just infatuated with her because she was beautiful, and she was off limits, and she was smart, and she was… it was nothing, he would get over it. And he was determined to keep repeating that until it stopped sounding like such complete bullshit.
He arrived to the building's parking lot at around fifteen minutes past three, and went up to the dorm.
He tried to be quiet, so of course, made the mother of all noises trying to get in, but he had realized in the past days, that Fandral could sleep through stampeding elephants and Thor's booming voice, so he wasn't worried; he swayed directly to the kitchen and looked around for something to eat, he distinctly remembers ordering a double portion of kung pao chicken, but the thing was nowhere to be found, granted, his vision was severely compromised at the moment.
There was a noise behind him that had him turning around expecting to see Fandral, however Tony didn't count on the fact that Loki would be staying the night (dammit, just don't think about what that means Stark, it'll probably be a regular thing now), so he almost shat his pants when he saw her silhouette standing a few feet away from him, looking at him with bright if a bit bleary eyes.
"Err… good night" He greeted feeling proud of himself when his words only slurred a little bit, Loki nodded once and opened her mouth, but paused. It was such a pretty mouth too.
"I apologize" she said eventually, Tony didn't understand why she was apologizing; she had done nothing wrong, no one had, for that matter, he was just being weird, "I…" she paused again.
Now, Tony didn't know her very well yet, he's aware of that, but for what he does know of her, she's not one to beat around the bush, so it's kind of worrying that she's hesitating now.
"…I ate all the kung pao chicken, I'm sorry" she said; there was a beat of silence where Tony only stared at her and she stared back at him, but then Tony snorted and started giggling (honest to god giggling) until it escalated to a full blown laugh.
He saw her smile, and move to turn the kitchen lights on while he was in the middle of his laughing fit; it only took him five minutes to regain control of himself, by then he had somehow ended sitting on a stool and there was a fragrant smell invading his nostrils.
When Tony was able to see straight(-ish) he noticed that she was standing by the oven, placing something on a platter, he noted she was only wearing one of Fandral's t-shirts (if the 'Asgard Warriors' logo was anything to go by, she didn't seem like the type to like football) and a pair of shorts that were way too big on her; he appreciated the sight, even if it made his stomach feel all sorts of weird and the itch intensify; but then suddenly she was placing the platter in front of him.
"You made this for me?" He asked, because no one has ever cooked anything for him before, except, you know, Jarvis, but by now we have established that he kind of gets paid to do it so it doesn't really count; Loki only shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
"I ate your food, it's the least I could do" she told him, "I hope you like it, dad makes this for us all the time when we are home, some people say it's weird to put green peas into an omelette, but it's really good" Loki explained when she saw Tony eyeing the food.
"Why green peas?" he wasn't against them or anything, he only wanted to know the story behind the (apparently) traditional green pea omelette in the Borson house.
"Thor doesn't like to eat green things, it's a peeve, so dad makes these, and I guess the cheese sort of hides them, but it's the only way he could make him eat vegetables, green vegetables" Tony stared at her and, not gonna lie, he was at the verge of another laughing fit, but he managed to push it down.
"Guess he doesn't like green eggs and ham either then" Tony said and Loki smiled at him shaking her (pretty) head.
"Don't even start with that, I used to recite him that all the time and he always got angry at me by the end of the story" she said, laughter clear in her voice.
Tony pictured little Loki saying: 'Would you like them in a house? Would you like them with a mouse?' and little Thor's eye twitching with annoyance, he let out an ugly snort, shook his head and took a forkful of omelette in his mouth; that was the most moronic peeve he has ever heard of, green food, but to each their own; he has no right to say anything though, he has a moronic peeve himself.
"It is really good" he wasn't even lying, but for the record, yes, he would have said so even if it was bad, no need to disappoint his new food making friend –friend, not crush, definitely not Crush.
Loki smiled proudly at him.
Definitely, definitely not crush.
Tony felt his heart falter at the sight.
Okay so, maybe he had a crush, or a heart condition, either way he was fucked.