What? No. Send your own regards and leave me out of this weirdness.
Send my regards to your daaaaaaaddd-yyyyy~
Remember to tell my Howard deeeaaarr~
tell all the gang at the stark tow-eer, that i’ll soon be there…er~!
I’m uncomfortable with everything about this.
You have to sing it too, or else it just ruins the moment.
Nope. There is nothing in this world that can make me sing with you.
A keg of beer and a karaoke machine?
…That actually doesn’t sound like a half bad night.
What? No. Send your own regards and leave me out of this weirdness.
Send my regards to your daaaaaaaddd-yyyyy~
Remember to tell my Howard deeeaaarr~
tell all the gang at the stark tow-eer, that i’ll soon be there…er~!
I’m uncomfortable with everything about this.
You have to sing it too, or else it just ruins the moment.
Nope. There is nothing in this world that can make me sing with you.
“It’s still going to happen sooner that i’d want it to…”
Glancing over at him, he sees him watching the security cameras and makes a movement like he’s about to smack him upside the head until he sees what’s on the cameras and tilts his head.
“…Things do appear to be getting interesting out there. I was under the impression that Barton was with that woman.”
He clicked his tongue, refusing to even mention Natasha’s name after how she had weaseled part of his plan out of him in that cage.
Tony turns his attention back to the cameras and gladly accepted this as a change of subject or distraction. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to sleep at night if he had to keep thinking about what Loki would do after he died.
“Who knows? Quite frankly I don’t give a shit what they do if this means they’ll stay out of trouble.” He let out a laugh. “Hell, that’s probably what they say about us? Stark and Loki? Who gives a shit as long as they’re not blowing stuff up, am I right?”
He grinned his famous Tony Stark grin and looked back at the cameras. On second glance, he narrowed his eyes and looked harder at someone who looked like his dad with Deadpool.
“What the Hell…?”
Loki’s gaze flickered back and forth between Tony and the cameras, at the look on Tony’s face as he gaped at the screens, and at the two men he was staring at, one of them being the Deadpool fellow and the other was a stranger. Lifting an eyebrow, he didn’t see any reason for Tony to be alarmed, so he turned his back on the screens to slide infront of Tony, blocking his view of the cameras as a distraction.
“Tony? What’s the reason for that look in your eyes?”
“That’s…Loki, i’m pretty sure that’s my dad who’s alcoholic ass is supposed to be dead…”
I hate you.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
……………………………………………………………………..what.
…Jarvis what did you bring home?
I still refuse to believe this is happening.
….That’s not funny. Who told you that? Clint? Was it Clint? That Hawkeyed gossipy bitch.
I pushed it last night. YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS IS YOUR OWN FAULT FOR GIVING ME THESE SET UPS. But no really I swear I haven’t touched your brother under his clothes yet.
That’s what Loki said last night. BOO YAH
I’m referring to Middle Earth?
…Are you talking about Lord of the Rings? Don’t you dare bring any Nazgul up in here.
….What kind of animals does Asgard even have?
Tony stares at Balder too because that’s really the last thing he ever expected to see and he assumes he’s going to have to accept that there’s something wrong with all the guys raised by Odin.
But Balder would have to wait because all of Tony’s attention was still on Loki and it was like a punch to the stomach because it felt like Loki was only upset because he was human and weaker and his concern was insulting.
“…You don’t think I could take Steve? What? You think he’d kill me or something? Hell no. He’s my teammate and a constant do-gooder. He wouldn’t kill me. He’d probably punch me to vent and then feel even for whatever’s butthurting him and move on. YOU however, he might not have a problem with actually trying to kill. You’re still the one I’m worried about.”
Loki seethed, twitching, fighting the reflex to turn around, grab Tony by the throat and throw him out the window again to show him just how mortal he was. He spun around, but kept his hands fisted by his sides for the moment.
“Don’t be a vain idiot. You’re mortal. You’re breakable. I’m immortal. Get over it. Your life span is already too short and-“
Biting his tongue, he kept back ‘your life span is already too short and you’re already going to let death claim you and leave me sooner than I wish.’ Even if Tony stayed safe, his life would last another fifty years maybe, leaving Loki to have to figure out how to be alone again for an eternity after he was gone. That wasn’t something that Loki was going to look for ways to rush.
Tony has a bad feeling that some seriously weird shit is going on somewhere else in the tower and that he’s going to have to kill Deadpool but he’s not going to run off on Loki again so he sits down on the bed and watches the security cameras out of the corner of his eye. And sees some pretty interesting things.
“Is that what this is about Loki? Me dying? That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
“It’s still going to happen sooner that i’d want it to…”
Glancing over at him, he sees him watching the security cameras and makes a movement like he’s about to smack him upside the head until he sees what’s on the cameras and tilts his head.
“…Things do appear to be getting interesting out there. I was under the impression that Barton was with that woman.”
He clicked his tongue, refusing to even mention Natasha’s name after how she had weaseled part of his plan out of him in that cage.
Tony turns his attention back to the cameras and gladly accepted this as a change of subject or distraction. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to sleep at night if he had to keep thinking about what Loki would do after he died.
“Who knows? Quite frankly I don’t give a shit what they do if this means they’ll stay out of trouble.” He let out a laugh. “Hell, that’s probably what they say about us? Stark and Loki? Who gives a shit as long as they’re not blowing stuff up, am I right?”
He grinned his famous Tony Stark grin and looked back at the cameras. On second glance, he narrowed his eyes and looked harder at someone who looked like his dad with Deadpool.
“What the Hell…?”
Oh don’t thank me. Me and Loki are watching you on the security cameras.
…There’s no such thing as dragons. Who the hell did you bring home?
Fine.
I sleep next to a violent and apparently protective God of Mischief. Good luck with that.
You’re the second person that’s said that to me tonight. I must be having a good night.
Should I keep this a secret or should I make giant posters of you two snogging like you all made of me in drag and hang them up for everyone to see?
Ok, you have fun with that game. I’ll give you a gold star for trying.
There are on the landing space to make sure no one’s trying to sneak in and there are cameras in the hallway that show the bedroom doors and whoever might take company into their bedroom. What’re you kids up to in there?
HE’S NOT MY FRIEND AND I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY.
WHY AM I LOOKING AT A SECURITY CAMERA THAT LOOKS LIKE MY DAD STRADDLING YOU?
Thanks. I’ll call a contractor in the morning to get it done by the end of the week.
Just do me a favor and shoot Deadpool? I’ll sound proof your room like I promised but wasn’t actually going to do.
Tony stares at Balder too because that’s really the last thing he ever expected to see and he assumes he’s going to have to accept that there’s something wrong with all the guys raised by Odin.
But Balder would have to wait because all of Tony’s attention was still on Loki and it was like a punch to the stomach because it felt like Loki was only upset because he was human and weaker and his concern was insulting.
“…You don’t think I could take Steve? What? You think he’d kill me or something? Hell no. He’s my teammate and a constant do-gooder. He wouldn’t kill me. He’d probably punch me to vent and then feel even for whatever’s butthurting him and move on. YOU however, he might not have a problem with actually trying to kill. You’re still the one I’m worried about.”
Loki seethed, twitching, fighting the reflex to turn around, grab Tony by the throat and throw him out the window again to show him just how mortal he was. He spun around, but kept his hands fisted by his sides for the moment.
“Don’t be a vain idiot. You’re mortal. You’re breakable. I’m immortal. Get over it. Your life span is already too short and-“
Biting his tongue, he kept back ‘your life span is already too short and you’re already going to let death claim you and leave me sooner than I wish.’ Even if Tony stayed safe, his life would last another fifty years maybe, leaving Loki to have to figure out how to be alone again for an eternity after he was gone. That wasn’t something that Loki was going to look for ways to rush.
Tony has a bad feeling that some seriously weird shit is going on somewhere else in the tower and that he’s going to have to kill Deadpool but he’s not going to run off on Loki again so he sits down on the bed and watches the security cameras out of the corner of his eye. And sees some pretty interesting things.
“Is that what this is about Loki? Me dying? That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
No. Just no.
This is all some elaborate joke from you all isn’t it? Oh ahaha let’s steal Stark’s technology that he used to make Jarvis and re-make his dad. Hilarious. You guys are a real laugh riot.
GET OUT.
THAT IS NOT MY DAD. WHAT IS THAT THING JARVIS?
THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
Turning to throw him a glare, Loki side-stepped out of the embrace, turning to walk back towards the bedroom, away from him.
“Hm. Yes, well I used to have other urges about you but then you deemed other things more important and ran off.”
Tony sighed and let his arms drop to his sides as he turned and watched Loki leave.
“You’re mad… I get that. Would it make things any better if I tried to tell you that I did it to make sure Steve didn’t pull anything stupid and try to fight you?”
“No, of course not. I’d rather Rogers confront me and attack me with his problems instead of going through you. You need to stop forgetting you’re mortal and remember that I can take a much stronger punch than you.”
Tensing, he straightened out the sheets on the bed, needing something to occupy his hands and mind before insanity caught ahold of him again and tempted him to go and find Rogers and offer the man the fight that he seemed to so dearly want from Tony. Loki may be a lying magic user, but he fought his own battles, and he didn’t need anyone getting hurt on his behalf, especially not Tony.
Not to mention the fact that he’d heard rumors about Coulson surviving and he was sorely tempted to go find out for himself.
*Awkwardly and stealthfully crawls out from under the bed and sneaks away so they can have their private*
Tony stares at Balder too because that’s really the last thing he ever expected to see and he assumes he’s going to have to accept that there’s something wrong with all the guys raised by Odin.
But Balder would have to wait because all of Tony’s attention was still on Loki and it was like a punch to the stomach because it felt like Loki was only upset because he was human and weaker and his concern was insulting.
“…You don’t think I could take Steve? What? You think he’d kill me or something? Hell no. He’s my teammate and a constant do-gooder. He wouldn’t kill me. He’d probably punch me to vent and then feel even for whatever’s butthurting him and move on. YOU however, he might not have a problem with actually trying to kill. You’re still the one I’m worried about.”
Tensing when he hears Tony approaching, he isn’t sure how he’ll take this, as boredom or as a sign of weakness that he’s the one that came crawling back. Shifting away, he looks at him out of the corner of his eye, smirking.
“Ever get the urge to thrown someone off a balcony?”
“Nope. Can’t say I have. However, if it’s anything like the urge to throw someone out a window I should feel flattered that you’re having so many urges about me.”
Tony dared to grin and dared to go even further as he slipped an arm around Loki’s shoulders.
Turning to throw him a glare, Loki side-stepped out of the embrace, turning to walk back towards the bedroom, away from him.
“Hm. Yes, well I used to have other urges about you but then you deemed other things more important and ran off.”
Tony sighed and let his arms drop to his sides as he turned and watched Loki leave.
“You’re mad… I get that. Would it make things any better if I tried to tell you that I did it to make sure Steve didn’t pull anything stupid and try to fight you?”
After arguing with Clint about the bird and lion and whole zoo situation he didn’t even bother to look for Wade to see if he found Loki. Instead he went back to his room for lack of anything better to do at the moment. With Jarvis’ body finished and functioning he was out of projects at the moment which meant back to bed to daydream until he thought of another one.
But it was a good thing he went to his bedroom because he saw something far better on his balcony. It was pleasantly surprising to see Loki’s familiar tall and dark frame outlined by the night sky through the glass doors instead of having to hunt him down or continue to worry about where he was and oh god, Tony was getting clingy. He took a deep breath and thought that maybe Loki wasn’t here to be with him and wanted some privacy but that was the opposite of what Tony wanted so he joined him out on the porch and let the silence drift between them as he stood next to him and leaned on the railing.
Tensing when he hears Tony approaching, he isn’t sure how he’ll take this, as boredom or as a sign of weakness that he’s the one that came crawling back. Shifting away, he looks at him out of the corner of his eye, smirking.
“Ever get the urge to thrown someone off a balcony?”
“Nope. Can’t say I have. However, if it’s anything like the urge to throw someone out a window I should feel flattered that you’re having so many urges about me.”
Tony dared to grin and dared to go even further as he slipped an arm around Loki’s shoulders.
After bouncing away from Wade, he figured his fun as a ferret was over, morphing back into his normal body and reminding his body to walk own the hallway to Tony’s bedroom, cracking open the door to peek inside.
On the bed, he could see a lump of sheets, having no idea if Tony was hidden underneath or if it was just a messy pile of the blanket, but neither option stopped him from crossing the room to the outside balcony. Sure, the living room had a nice balcony, but it was public to everyone in the tower. Anyone in the living room could see him with his back exposed to him, and considering the people that could be in the living room, he didn’t want to give anyone an open or vulnerable spot to shoot.
Here was private, here was close to Tony…or his sheets, Loki still didn’t know which and he wasn’t about to go poking them to find out. To do that would be to admit that he came back. To lower his pride and say ok, he missed Tony and needed to be close to him again. Even if he refused to actually be near him and was just going to stand out here on this balcony sulking as he stared up into the stars, damning Heimdall who he knew could see him right now, and wondering what the others on Asgard were doing right now.
Most likly still glad to be rid of Loki the liar. He couldn’t help but think that maybe that was why he was so drawn to Tony, and so willing to be docile and domestic. Because at least he wanted him around.
After arguing with Clint about the bird and lion and whole zoo situation he didn’t even bother to look for Wade to see if he found Loki. Instead he went back to his room for lack of anything better to do at the moment. With Jarvis’ body finished and functioning he was out of projects at the moment which meant back to bed to daydream until he thought of another one.
But it was a good thing he went to his bedroom because he saw something far better on his balcony. It was pleasantly surprising to see Loki’s familiar tall and dark frame outlined by the night sky through the glass doors instead of having to hunt him down or continue to worry about where he was and oh god, Tony was getting clingy. He took a deep breath and thought that maybe Loki wasn’t here to be with him and wanted some privacy but that was the opposite of what Tony wanted so he joined him out on the porch and let the silence drift between them as he stood next to him and leaned on the railing.
… no.
I’ll make it a nice birdcage.
But… I like my room… and my bed.
Which reminds me of something that’s been bothering me…How is your room not covered in birdshit?
I keep the birds in a cage. Two very big cages that takes up my whole room.
Then WHY do you want another one? You’re like one of those crazy cat ladies but instead of tuna you smell like a farm.
… no.
I’ll make it a nice birdcage.
But… I like my room… and my bed.
Which reminds me of something that’s been bothering me…How is your room not covered in birdshit?
I dunno… maybe a Canarie… those really loud ones.. The ones that look like tweety bird? Or a Parrot and teach him to say some stuff like “Tony Sucks” Or… maybe an Eagle…
Will you at least let me soundproof your room? Or better yet, I could build a giant birdcage on a section of the roof.
Soundproof my room?! Awesome! Do it!
On second thought, maybe i’ll just go with the birdcage option and lock you up there with them.
… no.
I’ll make it a nice birdcage.
I dunno… maybe a Canarie… those really loud ones.. The ones that look like tweety bird? Or a Parrot and teach him to say some stuff like “Tony Sucks” Or… maybe an Eagle…
Will you at least let me soundproof your room? Or better yet, I could build a giant birdcage on a section of the roof.
Soundproof my room?! Awesome! Do it!
On second thought, maybe i’ll just go with the birdcage option and lock you up there with them.
