#anyway hope you like it @snarkyship

[bouncydragon]

Revenge Is Best Served With Catnip

Here it is now @snarkyship ! I hope you like it.

So, basically, this is a sequel to my original Random story and is based on a convo snarkyship and I had some time ago. Once again, I couldn’t get it out of my head so naturally I had to write it.

I hope you like this. It’s silly and soft.

***

It could've been such a nice evening. 

Tony and Loki were cuddled up on their couch, watching some silly movie to which they didn't pay much attention anyway. Loki was settled on top of Tony, with his head under his arc reactor and just generally very comfortable. Tony made for a good pillow. Considering that Tony was way shorter than Loki though, it should've been the other way around but this was their usual position. The likelihood of them changing it up was very small, almost non-existent. 

Tony, as he often did when they were lying like this, was running his fingers through Loki's hair. It was so gentle and soothing that Loki instinctively closed his eyes. And everything could've been so wonderful if not for one tiny detail that he hadn't considered. He really should've after what had happened with Captain Rogers though. 

You see, some weeks ago, Loki had finally given in and had accepted their cat's—Random—love and affection for him. And Tony had been happy about that on one hand. But on the other, he had been annoyed because Loki ended up spending more time with Random than with Tony. So Tony had turned an entire floor of the tower into a literal cat playground. Like the room Random had on Tony's and Loki's floor but with a lot more gimmicks, more than one cat really needed. It was an attempt at snatching some time with Loki. It had backfired though because Loki spent most of his time on that floor now. 

Plus, Loki was a shapeshifter and when he felt particularly bored, he turned into a cat and had fun on the cat playground himself. Of course Random was with him. Maybe, Loki thought, since Random originally came from Asgard, he was a bit magical. Maybe he had been able to somehow sense that Loki was magical and a shapeshifter and that was the reason for the cat's obsession with him. But on the other hand, maybe Random was just a normal black cat that had just picked Loki as his favourite human and that's it. Maybe. 

It didn't matter anyway. 

Loki, when in cat-form, enjoyed running around the cat playground. Especially because he made himself look exactly like Random. Every time Tony came to the playground and found two identical cats, he was a bit frustrated. Loki thought it was funny how Tony tried to figure out which cat was his boyfriend. He managed eventually, not that it mattered really.

And he would never admit to it outright, but Loki loved it when Tony picked him up and cuddled with him, or curling up in Tony's lap and purring while Tony petted him. 

Okay, maybe Loki enjoyed being a cat a tad too much sometimes. There were a lot of pros to it, alright. 

But because of that, Loki now found himself in an embarrassing situation. 

Because he somehow had forgotten he wasn't a cat right now. 

Tony's fingers running soothingly through his hair made Loki so relaxed and content that he started to purr. 

Purr. Like a cat. Like an actual cat. 

Like he had done dozens of times before. But this time he wasn't a cat. He needed to emphasize that minor detail. 

At first he didn't even register that he was in fact making those sounds. Until Tony stopped combing through his hair and started laughing. 

"I knew it!" Tony exclaimed, still laughing. 

Loki really could've kicked himself. And then Tony. And then also smacked him. Just for good measure, you know. He kinda deserved it right now. 

Why did this happen to him? It was embarrassing. 

"I… I don't…," he tried but Tony cut him off. 

"Don't even try, kitten." 

Oh no, he did not just call him kitten. Loki cringed and pushed himself up so he could look at Tony. The man was smirking! So smug. It would've been incredibly sexy if it didn't annoy him so much right now. 

"Did you just… call me kitten?" Loki asked in a dangerously low voice. 

Tony's grin widened. "Yes, yes I did." 

That man had no sense of self-preservation. Seriously, he was lucky that Loki loved him. If he wouldn't, Tony would be in hell of a lot of trouble right now. 

Instead of cursing or straight-up murdering him, Loki simply stared at him and then got up from the couch. Tony looked at him confused as he walked away. 

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, sounding confused and like a kicked puppy at the same time. 

Oh, that tone. Loki knew it. It made him weak, and Tony knew that. But it wouldn't work this time. 

"Nowhere," Loki just answered. 

"Lokes! C'mon!" Tony went after him. "I'm sorry," he said when he caught up with him and grabbed his shoulders. "But… you purred! That is cute as fuck." 

Loki looked at him for a moment longer and then wiggled free of his hold. "You're sleeping on the couch." 

Then he made his way to their bedroom and closed the door behind him. 

Tony stared in disbelief. "Oh c'mon! You can't really be mad at me now!" 

Silence. 

Of course. 

Damn. 

Tony slumped down on the couch and let out a long sigh. Why was Loki mad at him now? A bit upset he would've understood but outright 'you sleep on the couch' mad? That didn't make sense to Tony. Also, Loki had purred! Like a cat! That really was adorable as fuck! And funny, which is why Tony had laughed. Maybe that's what Loki was mad about? He had been ridiculed all his life and understandably wouldn't like being laughed about. But he should know that Tony didn't mean it in a bad way. 

There was no point in wondering about it now. Maybe in the morning everything would look different. 

So Tony undressed and lied down on the couch. 

***

Loki smiled down at his sleeping boyfriend on the couch. Well, half on the couch because Tony's upper body had slipped off it. He looked quite cute like that, to be fair. 

Loki had actually expected Tony to come to the bedroom in the middle of the night. He hadn't locked the door, after all. Waking up without Tony curled around him was strange and Loki didn't like it. Tony's weight and mere presence was comforting. 

Okay, so maybe he had overreacted last night but he just didn't like being laughed about. He'd had over thousand years of that from his supposed friends on Asgard, he didn't need it from his lover. He knew that Tony would never intentionally hurt him or make him uncomfortable. But in that moment Loki just hadn't been able to think rationally. He had been reminded of all the malicious mocking and bullying he had endured on Asgard. 

Loki sighed and let Tony sleep a few minutes longer. Instead, he walked to the kitchen to make coffee and feed Random. While the coffee was running, Loki thought about what had happened last night. 

He had actually purred, like a cat. He probably should've expected something like that to happen but it was still embarrassing. He had just forgotten that he wasn't in cat-form. Which meant that he really was spending way too much time as a cat to mess with Tony. 

It was so much fun though. 

But he understood why it frustrated Tony. Although, he didn't complain, at least not for long. Loki was sure that he secretly liked it, cuddling with Loki in cat-form. Loki certainly enjoyed it. Which was probably why he had purred last night. Each time he thought about it, he felt embarrassed again. 

Loki had made noises of content before. A hum or something like that when Tony was once again being so damn affectionate. It always made Loki weak because he didn't know how to handle it. Tony was the first person to ever be that affectionate with him. 

And Loki loved it. 

Of course he did. 

But purring… That was something completely different. It was… strange. Weird. Whatever. And he just knew that Tony wouldn't let it go. Not in a million years. 

How could he have forgotten that he wasn't in cat-form? Was it because he had been so comfortable? But he had been that comfortable before and hadn't purred. So that didn't make much sense to him. What other explanation was there though? 

Loki's thoughts were interrupted by the tell-tale beep of the coffee machine being done and got Tony's favourite mug out of the dishwasher. He poured coffee in it and fixed it with a bit of sugar and cream. 

His gaze fell to Random on the floor who was chewing very loudly. "Wretched creature," Loki mumbled, furrowing his brows. 

Random paused his eating to look at Loki and meowed at him. 

"Whatever," Loki grunted and went over to the couch with Tony's coffee. 

Great, now he was talking to the cat. He knew accepting its devotion and love for him had been a bad idea. Now it was too late. 

Loki sat down on the coffee table and put the coffee down next to him before he gently shook Tony awake. Or tried to, at least. How could that man sleep that tight in that position? 

Loki rolled his eyes and shook him awake a little less gently. 

Tony groaned and fell off the couch. 

He blinked a few times and it took him a few moments to register that, first of all, he was on the floor, and secondly, Loki was looking down at him with that signature raised eyebrow. 

And it took him another moment to burst out "LOKI!" 

"What are you doing?" Loki asked and crossed his arms over his chest. 

Tony furrowed his brows confused as he got up off the floor and sat down on the couch. "What do you mean?" 

"You slept on the couch." 

Now it was Tony's time to raise an eyebrow. "You told me to, remember?" 

Loki sighed. "If I'd actually wanted you to sleep on the couch, I would've locked the door." 

"Loki." Tony moved to the edge of the couch and put his hands on his lover's knees. "I'm sorry." 

"It's okay," Loki answered looking down at Tony's hands. He unfolded his arms and put his hands over Tony's. 

"No it isn't. I upset you," Tony pointed out. "I didn't mean to." 

"I know you didn't." Loki looked up at Tony. "I overreacted. I just… I just don't like being laughed about." 

"I know."

Tony pulled Loki into a hug and kissed his forehead. So gentle, so loving. Loki sighed and rested his head against Tony's shoulder. Tony's hand gently ran up and down his back as he whispered sweet nothings into Loki's ear. 

"I'm sorry I laughed," he eventually said and pulled away a little to cup Loki's face in his hands. "But you purred and it was really adorable." 

Loki groaned and blushed. 

"Just as adorable as you blushing," Tony chuckled. "You really don't need to be embarrassed." 

Loki sighed and reached for the mug next to him. "I made you coffee," he stated the obvious as he handed it to Tony. 

Tony smiled and kissed Loki before he took the mug from him and took a sip, which was followed by a very satisfied sigh.

Loki smiled at him and shook his head. 

***

You know, after that morning, everything could've gone back to normal. But Tony, being the little shit he was sometimes, just wouldn't let Loki's accidental purring go. 

Of course he wouldn't. Loki wouldn't either, to be fair. 

That's why they worked. They were similar in a lot of things. They understood each other and knew what the other needed in certain moments. 

Loki loved Tony. More than anything. 

But sometimes the guy really got on his nerves. 

It's been a few days since Loki's accidental purring and Tony had apparently set his mind on making him do it again. But not in the privacy of their penthouse, but instead when they were with the other Avengers. 

(Just for the record, Loki was not part of the Avengers. He was "a villain that against his better judgment occasionally helped the heroes because they'd be utterly lost without him". He was a sucker for long titles, okay?) 

So far he hadn't succeeded and Loki wouldn't let him. He wouldn't let himself become that comfortable again when not alone. It was annoying and it had gotten so far that Loki refused to sit next to Tony when they were having a movie night, which bothered him greatly because he really liked to cuddle with Tony. But not if he was determined to make him purr in front of everyone. 

Tony thought his behaviour was quite hilarious. Jerk. Really, currently Loki was more annoyed with Tony than he was in love with him. 

And Loki was about to reach his boiling point. 

They were sitting on the couch in the common area waiting for the rest of the team. It was Friday, so movie night. For some inexplicable reason, Clint had picked a Disney movie for them to watch. Anyways, Tony and Loki had set up the drinks and snacks and had already put the disc in the player. Now Loki was sitting on one end of the couch while Tony was on the other end. 

"Babe, you're being ridiculous," Tony sighed and moved closer. 

"Stay where you are, you jerk," Loki told him but didn't move away either. 

"Lokes. Loki." Tony moved ever closer and reached for Loki's hand. "C'mon. I won't try. I promise." 

"I don't believe a word you're saying." 

Tony sighed and put an arm around Loki. He let the fingers of his other hand run idly along his shoulder and then moved down and over his exposed collarbone. Loki shuddered. Curse that man. Curse him and his skilled fingers. How did he always manage to make Loki feel so weak by just caressing some skin? That wasn't fair. Loki was already weak for that asshole. Why did he have to tease him relentlessly as well? 

"Loki, c'mon," Tony drawled in a sickly sweet voice. 

Aw dammit. The fingers and that voice? He really pulled all cards right now just to make Loki give in to him. 

Don't give in, Loki told himself. Easier said than done, really. 

Tony moved even closer, any more and he'd be sitting in Loki's lap. Loki felt Tony's lips against his ear, his hot breath ghosting over his skin and making him shudder again. 

Seriously, curse that man. 

Tony pressed a fleeting kiss to Loki's neck and then his arm disappeared from around Loki's shoulders. His hand found itself tangled in Loki's soft curls, gently playing with them. His other hand moved further down and settled on Loki's waist. A gentle yet solid grip. 

Oh no. 

Loki could feel it. He was melting into Tony. He automatically closed his eyes and leaned into his lover's embrace. The hand playing with his hair, the hand on his waist which was now kneading gently. It was like Tony wanted to seduce him and not just make him purr. 

Okay, maybe he did have that intention. That was even worse because they wouldn't be alone for much longer. 

"Loki," Tony whispered hotly against his ear. "C'mon. Please. For me." 

What was this? How To Seduce Your Upset Boyfriend 101? Loki really shouldn't give in to Tony. He really shouldn't feel as comfortable as he did right now. But Tony kept on caressing his neck with his oh so soft lips (curse them) and playing with his hair and slowly running his other hand up and down his side now (curse his hands too). Loki was a sucker for this. He loved it. He always had. And it was just truly evil and devious to use that against him now. 

When had this game between them gone from making Loki accidentally purr like a cat again to trying to seduce him? 

Maybe Tony was just horny. 

Well, but Loki was certainly not in the mood. Frankly, Tony annoyed him with his teasing. Normally, he'd like it. But these past few days it was utterly infuriating. Tony was being a little shit. 

And Loki had enough of it. He put his hands on Tony's chest and pushed him away. Tony looked at him confused. Loki just grinned at him wickedly and waved his hand which was glowing with green magic. 

And thus Tony was turned into a red tabby cat. 

Let's see how his dear lover would cope with that. At least Loki would get some peace now. No more teasing. 

Cat-Tony looked at him utterly dumbfounded and then at himself. He lifted each of his paws and inspected them, then his tail. He flicked each of his ears and shook himself, then turned around himself a few times before he sat down again and let out a tiny meow. It was just one meow but it was clear what he was trying to get across. 

"What the fuck have you done to me?!" 

Loki grinned and gently patted his head. "That's what you get for teasing me." 

The meow he got as an answer was basically Tony yelling at him. Then he put his paw on Loki's hand and looked up at him with huge green eyes. Loki was reminded of that animation movie Tony had forced him to watch. What was the name again? Shrek? Anyway, there was a cat dressed like Zorro in it and he often made those eyes. Tony probably hoped that this move would work on Loki as well. 

Well, he'd be disappointed. 

Tony jumped into his lap and stood on his back legs, pressing his front paws to Loki's chest and loudly yelled at him. The corners of Loki's mouth twitched as he tried not to laugh. Tony thought his accidental purring was cute? Well, Tony as a cat was even better. So Loki pulled out his phone and took a picture of him, causing Cat-Tony to paw at the phone obviously disgruntled. 

It was adorable. 

"Sir," sounded JARVIS' voice from above him. "Was this really necessary?" 

Loki looked up and grinned. "Yes, it absolutely was." 

He grinned at Cat-Tony and then removed him from his lap so he could get up and get a beer from the fridge. Tony protested loudly and followed him. 

As Loki opened the fridge and got out a bottle, he heard the elevator and the lively chatter of the other Avengers. He opened his bottle and took a sip from it (wonderfully cold), then looked at the others. 

"Anyone want one?" he asked, smiling. 

Clint immediately came over and Loki handed him an opened bottle. Nobody paid attention to the strange red cat that was now on the kitchen counter, glaring at Loki very displeased. 

Well, no one except for Steve. 

"Loki, where's Tony?" he asked as he walked over to get a beer himself. 

Loki grinned and pointed at Cat-Tony. Steve's eyes widened. 

"You turned him into a cat?!" he exclaimed shocked and stared at the cat that used to be his teammate. "Why?!" 

"He was being a little shit," Loki explained matter-of-factly, like that explained absolutely everything, and took another large sip from his beer. 

Everyone stared at him shocked and surprised. None of them would have ever thought that Tony could do anything to deserve this kind of punishment. They had thought that he had immunity because he was Loki's boyfriend. 

They had been wrong, apparently. 

"What did he do to justify turning him into a cat?" Natasha asked as she sat down on the couch. 

Loki was quiet for a moment and moved a few steps away from Cat-Tony, who was trying to climb onto his shoulders. 

"That is between him and me," Loki eventually answered and finished his beer in a few long gulps. He let out a satisfied gasp and put the bottle in the bin. 

"Anyway, how about we start the movie now? What's it called?" he said as he walked over to the couch, with Cat-Tony hot on his heels, and sat down next to Clint. 

Cat-Tony jumped into Loki's lap, turned around himself a few times and then curled into a ball there. Loki raised an eyebrow and then shrugged. That's fair. He'd done the same thing several times. Maybe turning Tony into a cat hadn't been such a good idea. He wouldn't change it now though. He'd let him live like that for a few days. See what would happen. 

They started the movie and Loki absentmindedly started to stroke the ball of fur that was his boyfriend in cat-form. Cat-Tony started purring almost immediately and curled further into himself, if that was even possible. He was a knot. Typical cat. 

***

A week went by with Tony being a cat. And Loki realised that it really might've been a stupid idea. 

Cat-Tony was much like Random. He followed Loki around everywhere he went and very persistently demanded pats, cuddles and belly rubs. 

He especially liked to do that when Loki was settling down with a glass of wine and a book. Give it five minutes tops and he had a loudly purring red cat curled up in his lap. If he was especially unlucky, Random joined in on the fun. 

Loki wasn't sure what was worse. Tony's relentless teasing because he had accidentally purred once, or this. Cat-Tony was even more irritating than Human-Tony. How was that even possible? 

He was also quite convinced that Tony enjoyed this a little too much. He was being a little shit, again. Loki should've really expected that. 

Loki was lying on their couch, his legs on the back of it and his head dangling over the edge of it when he was greeted with the cute, upside-down face of Cat-Tony, who decided that this was the perfect opportunity to run his rough cat tongue over Loki's face. 

Of course. 

Loki cringed. "Alright alright. Stop," he sighed. "I'll turn you back. Just stop licking my face." 

His hand started glowing green with his magic and with a wave of it Tony turned back into his irritating, lovely, ridiculously good-looking human self. 

"Oh thank God!" Tony exclaimed and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Loki was still upside-down on the couch and looked at Tony. He made for a good view from this angle too. That wasn't fair. 

Tony crossed his arms over his chest. "You never complained about me licking you before," he said, smirking. 

Loki fell off the couch. 

"That's something totally different!" he pointed out as he got back up. 

"Uh-huh," Tony hummed. Then he rather violently poked Loki in his chest. "Why the fuck did you do that to me?!" 

Loki shrugged. "You deserved it." He slumped down on the couch. "In retrospect, I should've turned you into something less… infuriating. A cat fits you too well." 

"So you regret what you did?" 

"No, not at all," Loki said grinning up at Tony. 

Tony raised an eyebrow and then climbed into Loki's lap, straddling him. Loki wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer as Tony ran his hands through his hair. Tony leaned in close and kissed Loki softly before he rested his head on his shoulder while Loki ran his fingers slowly and soothingly along Tony's spine. 

It really hadn't been his intention. He had just missed having his human boyfriend in his arms. That's why he ran his hands over Tony's back, that's why he let his lips brush against the nape of Tony's neck. 

But he hadn't expected what happened next. 

It was still extremely satisfying though. 

Because Tony slowly melted into Loki's embrace and then… he purred. 

Purred like a cat.

Loki froze and just stared blankly ahead before he burst into laughter. Oh how the tables had turned. Tony groaned and Loki didn't need to see it to know that he was blushing. Tony pressed his face into Loki's shoulder. 

"Revenge is sweet," Loki chuckled and held Tony close to him as he shifted them until Tony was lying underneath him on the couch. "Say meow, love," he teased and grinned at his lover. 

Tony rolled his eyes. "You first, kitten." 

Loki raised an eyebrow and then started laughing again. He lay down on top of Tony and rested his head next to Tony's. 

Tony was silent for a moment and then chuckled. He wrapped his arms around Loki and kissed the top of his head. 

"You don't tease me and I don't tease you?" Tony suggested as he gently ran a hand over Loki's back. 

Loki hummed non-committal. "I enjoy teasing you too much though. And we both know that you do too." Tony nodded. "So how about we only tease each other when we're alone in our own space." 

"Sounds fair," Tony agreed smiling and snuck a hand under Loki's shirt. "Shall we start now then?" 

Loki pushed himself up to look at Tony and smiled down at him. "Of course," he said and then claimed Tony's lips in a passionate yet soft kiss. 

THE END

#fanfic #writing #silly and soft #possibly crack #marvel #the avengers #loki #tony stark #frostiron #loki x tony #idiots in love #tony is being a little shit #but so is loki #random black cat #this was so much fun to write #it's gonna be a series #also it was supposed to be short #anyway hope you like it @snarkyship #i will definitely write more for this universe

[sukorakurai]

@snarkyship is a true genius. I commission this Stark Family Portrait and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote a little fic to accompany this fabulous Picture. hope you all enjoy.

Stark Family Picture Day

 By Sukora Kurai

  Tony sighed over the counter in the communal kitchen. He had been there since dawn when he asked Jarvis what day it was. Then his trusty AI informed him of an importance of this month. Now he was stuck with what to do now.

 “Hey Tony what’s got you down?”

 “Hey Capsicle, I’m doomed.”

 “Oh come on Tony, it can’t be that bad you are an Avenger.” Steve smiled as he got out food to make omelets for the Team, and greeted the in coming members. “Morning Nat, morning Bruce.”

 “Morning Steve, what’s wrong with Tony?” Bruce greeted heading to the stove to put the kettle on for his morning tea.

 “Not sure I found him like this.” Steve stated cracking some eggs into a bowl.

 “His and Loki’s anniversary is this month and he has no idea what to get him.” Nat answered pouring a large mug of coffee.

 Tony shot up in his seat and stared slack jawed. “How could you possibly know that?”

 “It’s my job as a shield Agent and Pepper’s PA to keep tabs on you. So it is well documented when you clumsily asked Loki to be your boyfriend during the Lord of the Rings Marathon where you bought out the AMC Theater for the day.” The Spy shrugged ignoring the fact that all her team mates stared at her in horror. All were now wondering what she had on them in those SHIELD files.

 “So Tony, you have and anniversary coming up? Have you though about what Loki might like?” Steve coughed drawing the conversation back to the main topic.

 “No, I don’t. What does one give a god especially one that has magic and can make anything appear out of thin air?” Tony waved his arms in frustration.

 “That is a tough one but I’m sure anything you get him will be fine. Loki loves you Tony.” Bruce tried to be supportive.

 “I hope you will be putting more thought into the gift you give me next month for our anniversary.” Nat gave the Gamma Doctor a pointed before wandering out of the room to start her routine before heading out to work.

 “Ha, I’m not the only one in hot water now!” Tony crowed at the look of devastation in his science-bro’s face.

 “Tony, knock it off. Now in my day it was the thought that counted most. You should find what Loki cherishes the most. You find that then you can present to him in a meaningful way. It’s true he’s a prince and probably has had his other lovers throw jewels and meaningless expensive trinkets at him to win his affections. You know Loki better because you love him and he loves you.” Steve pointed out.

 “Yeah, Lokes complains a lot about his life in Asgard and that there were many who wooed him just to get to Thor. At night when it’s just the two of us and RC snuggled between us he sighs soft and says what a perfect night it is. He never elaborates but I think it means that he likes just the quiet nights with us.” The genius eyes went glazed as he recalled the many nights he cuddled with his god. Then the idea hit him. “Hey Spangles, can you paint or do you just draw?”

 “Huh,” Steve was caught off guard and almost dropped the omelet he was flipping. “I paint from time to time.”

 “Don’t lie babe you are in your studio whenever can get the chance.” Bucky laughed entering the kitchen. “All the paintings in our apartment Stevie did.”

 “Great! Can you do a portrait if I get you a picture?” Tony asked digging in to the ham and cheese omelet.

 “Yeah, it might take two weeks maybe less depends on if we get called out or if SHIELD needs me.” The captain estimated placing another plate in front of his boyfriend.

 “As long as it’s done before the end of the month we’re good.  Jarvis start looking through my photos and pull out any possible portraits.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “Delicious breakfast as usual Capsicle. I’ll get you the photo as soon as I find one.” Tony dumped his empty plate in sink and ran off to his lab.

 Two hours later…

 “None of these are good enough J.”

 “Sir, might I suggest you take a new photo of you and Prince Loki.”

 “Yeah and RC too, because she’s our baby. We can’t have a Family Portrait without all the family members. Where’s are RC now?”

 “She is currently with Alpine in his play room.”

 “Cool, I think I got the perfect outfit in mind.” Tony grinned as he ran to his emergency closet in the lab. Tony had put in the closet when he realized he destroyed a lot of his clothes during his inventing and building phases. Also there was a suit or two for the days he forgot he was supposed to be in a meeting and had to make a rush to the board room.

  In the penthouse…

  It had been a quiet morning with no call outs, no calls to Asgard and no need to go anywhere. Loki decided to enjoy the peace and quite lounging in his soft Asgardian casual clothes on the couch reading his mother’s spell journal.

 “Hey there, Bambi! It’s Picture Day!”

 “Anthony, what are you on about?” The prince looked up from his book to see his lover carrying their cat into the living room.

 “Well Picture Day refers to the day school kids take pictures for the yearbook and photos are bought for family distribution. Anyways I want to have a family picture that was honest. I never had that growing up because Howard was an asshole and Maria, my mother, was frail. She loved me but she couldn’t express it because she was always ill. Now we have our own little family and I want a picture to put in the lab.”

 “You want to take this picture now? Anthony, I look a mess and how did you get the bow on the cat?”

 “Aww, you look gorgeous, love, as always. Anyways, I put a bow on our baby because RC loves to look pretty for her daddies. Don’t you sweetie.” Tony scratched under the kitty’s chin as they sat on couch next to the god.

 “Mew,” RC purred.

 “Fine, you win, where would you like to take the picture? Also what are you wearing? I don’t believe I’ve seen that outfit before, and what is on your feet?” Loki set his book aside and took in his lover’s appearance.

 “Oh you like? I dressed in red and gold to match my shoes. I had these shoes made based on my Iron Man suit. I thought maybe putting them on the market for kids but I liked them too much to share. So I have a life time supply in the lab. If you want I can have a pair made for you.”

 “No thank you. They clash with my outfit. Now let’s take your picture.” Loki said taking the cat in his arms.

 “Okay, okay. Let me get out my phone.” Tony fished his Stark Phone out of his back pocket and held it out to make them all fit in the frame. “Okay say cheese!”

 “Click”

 “Okay let’s see how that one turned out.” Tony looked at the photo to see him smiling a black blur and a bland look on Loki’s face. “Nope we got try again. This time smile Loki and RC you need to stay still so we can see you.”

 And it went picture by picture they have yet to take a family portrait.

 “Shit I only got half your face.”

 “Anthony your thumb is on the lens.”

 “RC Stay still!”

 “Achoo! Ow! I dropped on my foot!”

 “Do not eat my hair you Retched Creature!”

 “Okay I set it up on a tripod. Now say cheese.”

 “CHEESE BROTHER!” Thor popped up between the two men who stared at shock at the blond god.

 “Next!” Tony rolled his eyes as Loki vanished his brother to where ever. Tony didn’t ask where the Loki sent Thunder god. He rather liked staying in the tower and wanted to keep it that way.

 “Meow!”

 “No RC! Don’t chase the bunny!”

 Three Hours Later…

 “Okay, this is it I can feel it. Now Jarvis is going to take the picture the bunnies are secure in their room. The penthouse is locked down, so no unexpected guest and RC is filled of milk to keep her calm and relaxed. And I promise after we get this picture I will have Jarvis order you favorite meal from the Thai Palace down the street and I’ll rub your feet, while we watch you favorite Harry Potter movies.”

 “Oh Anthony you spoil me. I love you.” Loki sighed as a soft smile graced his face and he leaned into his lover as Tony joined their hands together. RC who was seated now on the god’s shoulder leaned in and purred soaking up the love of her people. The genius couldn’t be happier in that moment as he had his to precious family members with him and the grin on his face was wide and bright.

 “Click.”

 Two Weeks Later…

 “Sir Prince Loki and Mr. Odinson have returned from Asgard.”

 “Great, I got everything ready. Tell Loki that I have dinner ready and waiting.”

 “Yes, sir.” Tony had the table set with Loki’s Favorite food from the five star steak house, they go to. He paid extra to have the chef come over and cook for their anniversary.

 “Ding.”

 “Thank you, Jarvis. Evening Anthony, never in my life had been so glad to leave Asgard. He talked for hours at the council over stagnant topics. What’s all this?”

 “Well my hard working God of Mischief, today is our one year Anniversary and I have planned the perfect evening. Dinner, a bath and I installed a movie screen in our bathroom so we can enjoy the movie of your choice during the bath and then I plan on us making love until dawn.” Tony pulled Loki over to the dinner table, watching as the god’s magic removed the armor and replaced it with comfortable Asgardian wear.

 “You lovely little man, you spoil me so; I don’t deserve it or you.” The Raven pulled the billionaire into his arms and planting kisses all over the man’s face.

 “Yes you do, because I love you and I got you something, well I got Cap to make it, but it was my idea.”

 “You didn’t have to, dinner is more than enough.”

 “No, I wanted to. Now close your eyes and I’ll get your present.” As Loki closed his eyes Tony ran out of the room and grabbed the portrait from where he hid it. He placed it on the wall then Jarvis turned on the lights illuminating the painting. “Okay open them.”

 “Oh Anthony! It’s wonderful.” Loki’s eyes became all misty seeing their little family together and there was so much love radiating from painting. “It’s perfect.”

 “Happy Anniversary Reindeer Games.”

 “Happy Anniversary, my Man of Iron.” Loki whispered pulling Tony in to the sweetest kiss they ever shared. They didn’t hear the click sound of Jarvis capturing the moment with the sunset background. Another memory to save for another day.

 The End.

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Something recent i did for these two cutie pies... you know how difficult it is to find the right images to put together for them? Hope you like it anyway 🤗

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That Damned Gazebo

Frostiron Holiday Wishes Challenge ❆ 🎅🎄 Prompt by @snarkyship Fic written by @worstloki Note: AH! So sorry this is a late post, tumblr messed up and I didn’t receive this on Xmas day! Ah! Thank you @worstloki for resending! TwT <3333

Wish (Prompt/Idea): Human/no powers AU. Sort-of-enemies to friends to lovers.Tony rents this house/bungalow by the sea for the summer, with a kind of private beach where there is also a cute gazebo. Only that the gazebo is exactly halfway with the other property (by some mistake?). And the tenant of the neighbour bungalow is Loki, who's not so keen on sharing. So Loki&Tony will start a "war" to gain possession of the gazebo, doing their worst using the excuse of "this is my half, I can use it as I want". ((Optional: there is a table right in the middle, so at the beginning they sit at their own side glaring at each other, before starting deploying more convoluted tactics)).Mischief after mischief, they will start to know each other and of course everything will end with one of them inviting the other to their half for a romantic dinner and they'll end up sharing more than the gazebo <3((I hope it's enough clear and but also not too detailed??)) 

Stupid cute bungalow. Stupid cute gazebo. Stupid cute neighbour.

All Tony wanted was a vacation; a break from running a business and having to argue for his ideas to get accepted by the marketing teams and just some time to lay low and relax.

All Loki wanted was a break from being upstaged in his section of the family business by his brother; some time off to cool down and de-stress and lay low and relax.

But instead only half their regular favourite beach house was available no matter how much cash they offered to throw at the real estate company renting it out. Could they have picked a different place to stay? Maybe. But none of the other decent rentables this far west have a gazebo, and they would have nowhere to sit alone and admire the waves from afar if they took a place without one.

And, of course, that’s where it all started— that gazebo.

That damned gazebo.

———

Day 1

Tony Stark, genius, entrepreneur, philanthropist, makes his way unsteadily down the sandy-grassy slope from the bungalow to the beach, arms filled with an excessive amount of floating supplies, a personalized towel, sunglasses only half on, a fun-sized bottle of the finest sun lotion, a laptop because he may leave the stock market but the stock market may not leave him, a black Prada shirt over khaki Hawaiian shorts, a speaker for music, hot-rod red flip flops, a bag of snacks, a thin multipurpose blanket, and a polaroid.

He almost slips a few times on his way down, and he thinks he sees a crab and swears, but he does make it down to the brilliant white-sand beach of Malibu unharmed.

His plan is simple: spend the day in the shade of the wooden gazebo, sneak a peek at how his business is holding up, check his emails, play some Tetris, sunbathe around noon when the sun is highest, back under the shelter till the sun starts going down, into the water for some splashing, drying off as the sun sets, listen to some tunes while laying under the stars for a while.

Just a regular day off at his favourite beach.

He walks to the shaded gazebo area and draws the curtain to enter, and dumps the entire contents within his arms over the table in the center. He turns to open up the curtains on all sides but is interrupted by an ahem.

Tony turns, and, in the curtained darkness, makes out the figure of a person.

He must be the one who booked out the other half of the house, Tony thinks, eying the stranger sitting at the opposite end of the table with only a book and bottle of water. Show-off minimalists, Tony thinks, saltily.

“I would prefer if you didn’t open those,” he says, and Tony doesn’t recognize the accent, but there definitely is one. Maybe it’s a blend?

“But what’s the point of sitting under a gazebo on a beach if you can’t see the view?” Tony asks, pulling one open, letting in some light.

The man practically hisses at Tony for doing it, which, okay, weird, but that’s normal when you’re assaulted with bright light and have been sitting in the dark.

“How were you reading in the dark anyway? Don’t you know it’s bad for your eyes?”

“I assure you I was able to read just fine.”

“Yeah… I’m opening the rest of these too…” Tony says, reaching for the curtain by the other side.

“Not if you wish to share this table, you won’t,” the man threatens.

“Are you… trying to bribe me?” Tony asks, shocked, because who does this guy think he is?

“Compromise with,” the man has the gall to say. “And with table space, yes,” and Tony sputters. What can he even say to this. He’s here for a vacation, not to argue with strangers who are taking up half the gazebo space that should be his!

“Half,” Tony suggests, because he will not sit in the dark all day and miss out on his beach-view just so he gets to use the table. “You get half of this space, and I get the other half, and we can do whatever we want on our sides.”

The man sighs. “Fine. That sounds fair.”

The two of them spend the entire rest of the day sitting at opposite sides of the table pretending they’re not intentionally glaring and making crazy faces and trying to telepathically get rid of the other when they’re not looking.

Tony doesn’t comment on how the man barely gets any reading done and the man in turn doesn’t comment on how much equipment Tony brought down that he doesn’t use at any point in favour of using the laptop to retain his spot under the gazebo.

Schedule be damned, Tony is going to enjoy his vacation, and that means enjoying his duplex bungalow, even if someone else is renting half, and enjoying his gazebo that may be in-between the properties and they both may be paying for but is 100% actually his.

They wait each other out, and both head up to their houses at the same time; around midnight.

———

Day 2

Loki wakes at his usual time, showers, pointedly gets dressed into anything but the black shirt he has that matches what the man had on yesterday, and grabs his book before he heads down to the beach.

Having to share the same table was, simply put, incredibly awkward, but Loki has faith in it not happening again. He’s just going to make his way down to the gazebo and spend the day relaxing and rereading his favourite series without a pretentious-bearded neighbour showing up and making things weird.

“YOU!” Loki hears, and turns to find the same man from yesterday rushing down the slope towards him, “WHY ARE YOU UP AT THIS TIME?!”

Loki takes in the sight of the man dressed in a half-buttoned-up hawaiian shirt and pajama pants, with only a laptop and towel in hand, hair clearly fresh from bed, and, before he thinks better of it, counters eloquently with, “why are you half dressed?”

The man waves his arms in frustration, “I was tired! And in a rush! You don’t get to judge me, you’re the other f*ck who woke up this early!”

“I… normally get up this early…” Loki informs him, backing away slowly.

He can’t believe he’s going to have to deal with this guy again.

At least his sweatshirt has a green hood so he can block the guy out of his sight, right? He won’t spend the entire day rereading paragraphs because the man at the other end of the table is making him feel anxious, right? Surely the man is bringing the towel to lay in the sand which means he won’t be needing the gazebo, right?

Loki literally booked this bungalow because it’s in Malibu, and no one pays for a place like this in Malibu when you can rent a lower quality place and spend the money on beach parties and drinks. The fact that it’s far enough from home to make him feel safer was a bonus, but he really just wanted to be alone for a few days.

Loki takes a seat, and crosses one leg over the other, getting comfy so he can lean the book on the table. He tries not to get annoyed that the curtains are still parted halfway. He wouldn’t mind if the ones on his side were open too, but at this point he’s not acquiescing a point to the stranger.

The man pulls the wooden chair out and sits down opposite him.

Of course he does.

Why wouldn’t he.

“So you’re really going to keep reading in the dark?” he says, flipping open his laptop.

“Yep, and that suits me just fine, thank you,” Loki answers neutrally.

“Does my no-light-reading-neighbour have a name?”

“Do you?”

“Tony.”

“Loki.”

“Nice to meet you, Loki,”

“Thank you.”

Loki uses his bookmark to flip to his page, and starts reading. He will not get distracted by this Tony. It’s totally normal to share this table. It’s not huge, but it’s built for at least six, so there’s space. Maybe not enough to lay on, but it’s enough distance to ignore the clicking of Tony’s keyboard as he frantically presses keys.

Loki is two hours into enjoying his reading time, and he thinks he was doing well.

He’d smiled every time Tony yawned because with eye-rubbing and deep sighs that man was not used to getting up early, but he’d actually gotten through nearly three chapters without incident.

Then, the infuriating man had plunked a speaker onto the table and started playing AC/DC.

Now he’s reread this one line at least fourteen times and still doesn’t know what the red-head was doing with Jon.

“Why?” Loki asks, “Why must you do this? You can see me reading, you’re blocking out the distant sound of waves hitting the shore, it’s not even at a decent volume, so, why?!”

“Sorry, what was that?” Tony answers, “Did you say something? Because I couldn’t hear you over the music, but it sounded like you had an issue with what I was doing on my side.”

“Your music is not staying on your side!” Loki argues, but only receives a shrug and an increase in volume.

He presses his lips together.

Fine. If you’re going to be petty about this, then I can too.

Under the table, Loki kicks Tony.

He hasn’t got shoes on, but he’s always had a knack for aiming very well, and Tony’s whimper (?) (it’s hard to tell with the music so loud) assures him he hit the shin bone well enough.

By the time Tony is done cradling his leg and looks up at Loki with a mix of anger/betrayal, Loki is already reading again, the perfect image of serenity.

Loki tries not to laugh as Tony discovers his legs are not long enough to kick back.

———

Day 3

Tony didn’t bother trying to wake up before Loki this time.

He went at his own pace, and remembered to change out of the pajamas, brushed his hair, had coffee, and took the time to make himself a few sandwiches to enjoy through the day.

Yesterday he even went for a quick swim around ten at night and headed straight back up to his side of the bungalow, because he’s a responsible adult who doesn’t need to out-do a stranger’s sleep-schedule. Or leg-length. Or laugh.

It isn’t a competition or anything.

By the time he makes it down to the beach, he finds Loki sitting under the gazebo, alone, with all the curtains tied open.  

He’s also... wearing a black Prada shirt which matches the one Tony threw on this morning?? What?! Taking up half the space on his side of the table with 1 (one) bottle of water wasn’t enough, he also has to taunt him by wearing the exact same thing?!

He storms to his side of the gazebo and slams his palms down, taking satisfaction in the fact that Loki was startled and drops his book onto the table. Tony hopes he’s lost the page he was on.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Hello, neighbour,” Loki greets, gingerly picking up his book again and giving a hesitant smile. “I didn’t realise you would be wearing the same shirt again, but I was hoping we could get off on a different foot today?”

Huh, well, would ya look at that, Tony thinks, I actually won. The sucker is gonna admit I’m too much and wave the white flag.

“That... actually sounds great,” Tony answers with his award-winning client-smile, sitting down opposite him. “This whole thing with splitting the table and curtains in half was a bit ridiculou—”

Tony yelps and stands up and starts frantically rubbing his hand over his butt which is stinging— he looks down at his seat and sees the culprit —a crab, menacing in all it’s crabby glory.

“Are you... okay?” Loki asks, far too confused, far too innocently, far too worried for it to be genuine, “what’s wrong?”

Tony, outraged, yells at Loki, “DID YOU FRICKIN PUT A CRAB IN MY SEAT?!”

“I— what?”

“WHO THE F*CK CALLS A PARLEY AND CRABS SOMEONE?!”

“No! I didn’t— are you okay??” Loki says, and he’s gotten up and rushing over and...okay, MAYBE he didn’t mastermind the crab.

“NO, I AM NOT, BUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING,” Tony screams, backing away from Loki, and running towards his bungalow.

Running in sand is hard, but Tony discovers it’s much harder when your butt is stinging.

———

Loki… did not put a crab on Tony’s seat.

He’d honestly wanted to draw up a truce, maybe have an actual conversation with Tony, and he even brought a towel and wore a change of clothes underneath in the event that the man wanted to go for a swim and wouldn’t mind if Loki joined.

He’d even brought snacks to share.

But now he feels bad.

Had kicking him under the table every time Tony had put the volume too loud or managed to slide low enough to kick him back or played We're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard been bad? Had it been too much? Why else would Tony assume he’d actually try and hurt him?

The glare-offs had just been fun, faces when they thought the other couldn’t see wasn’t bad-intentioned, the kicking hadn’t meant to injure. Loki had thought they were getting along. Perhaps he had misunderstood? Perhaps the other had not felt they were fun little pranks?

He owes Tony an apology.

———

Tony has been icing his butt for an hour. If he had any duct tape, he would’ve duct taped the peas to his butt.

Tony is thinking about how if he had any duct tape he would’ve duct taped the peas to his butt by now when someone bangs at his door.

Gee, I wonder who it could be, Tony thinks, as he goes to answer the door. Just so many people who visit this private beach residence. In all honesty it’s kind of sweet that Loki would turn up to check on him at all really.

Tony leaves the pea packet on the nearest counter and goes to answer the door. Good thing about this bungalow: it has many spare counters for things like dumping peas. An excessive amount of counters, even, and he questions what the designer had been thinking.

Tony swings the door open, “Hey there, crab-man.”

“I’m sorry,” Loki blurts.

“Hey, it’s okay, it doesn’t even hurt that much anymore, but at least you’re owning to it.”

“I didn’t set that up! I wouldn’t actually try to cause any lasting damage,” Loki explains.

Tony sighs.

“Yeah, I figured, I was just caught up in the moment and shouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Would’ve been a very Shakespearean betrayal too…” Loki muses.

“So… anything else you came to say?” Tony asks. Although he’s not sure why.

“Would you be feeling up to sharing the table like normal people?”

“Oh, come on, where would be the fun in that?” Tony jokes.

“You… weren’t hurt or offended when I kicked you or said your music taste is dumb?”

“Course not. We’ve all had wild college nights out, believe me, kick to the shins was nothing.”

“Crab grabs though…”

“If you want to share the table like normal people we will not be mentioning the crab grab.”

“Deal,” Loki says, and he’s beaming as if he’s won a prize. Which is really cute. Which is why Tony doesn’t regret slamming the door in his face.

Stupid cute neighbour.

He needs to change anyway.

———

Loki and Tony hang out under the gazebo, and they share the table.

Every so often Loki will read a line or two aloud and Tony will find himself snickering in response to Loki’s comments on the lines if not the lines themselves. Every now and then Tony tells Loki to look over at his screen as he invests in either the stock market or a round of Tetris.

Around noon Tony asks if Loki would like to sunbathe with him and Loki sees no reason not to join in. He doesn’t have any sunscreen of his own but Tony has plenty and is happy to share.

They talk about their work, and what they’re avoiding (family) in their little getaways from home, just things about life generally.

The sun is going to set soon when Loki asks if Tony would like to spend some time by the water with him.

The two of them spend a good thirty minutes hitting each other with floaties when they aren't sitting around in them, and, despite wading in till their knees, and flinging water at each other, they manage not to get too wet.

They sit in the sand watching the sun set in beautiful streaks of purples and orange as they dry off their feet.

Loki brought two towels in case of such a scenario (which Tony finds very endearing and sweet) and they lay on them as they watch the sky darken to reveal the stars. Loki tries to point out some constellations but Tony is convinced he’s making them up. Maybe he is.

The two of them share sandwiches and chips and chocolates and decide to head up early at around nine.

Tony invites Loki over for a movie, and how can Loki say no? He only just met him, but he’d rather be stuck sharing this bungalow and beach and gazebo with him than have to return home in a few days.

The house is huge, and there is plenty of room on the couch for them to be spaced out, but they choose to share a blanket and stay close because they want to.

Loki hadn’t planned on sleeping over, but he stays late and falls asleep in the middle of a movie and Tony doesn’t mind at all. It’s hard for him to mind when he’s also fallen asleep.

———

Day 4

Tony wakes early.

Not Loki-early, but earlier than usual, because he’s looking forward to spending time with Loki.

Hmm. Maybe it is technicallyyy still Loki-early. Whatever.

Except, Tony wakes up alone and walks down the slope to the gazebo, and finds it empty. A quick scan of the beach also yields no results. Which is concerning, but not overly so. Maybe he just has something else to do today?

Tony gets through a few hours by rotating through Tetris, League of Legends, and Galaga, before he gives in and walks up to Loki’s half of the duplex bungalow.

He bangs his fist on the door and waits.

About a minute later, Loki answers, in green-plaid pants and a vintagey AC/DC band shirt, hair looking only half brushed.

“Are you seriously wearing that kind of shirt as pajamas?”

“Yes. And good... morning?”

“Morning!” Tony cheerily greets in return, before his expression gets less so, “why aren’t you out today?”

“Good afternoon? I... just wasn’t feeling too well, a bad day I guess,” Loki explains, which Tony understands. “And I already over-lived my stay with you yesterday, so I thought you could have the gazebo all to yourself today, since I’m not really in a beach mood anyway.”

And that’s a big no in Tony’s book because no he didn’t go too far or over-stay anything and no he doesn’t owe him anything and no in general because Tony liked spending time with him! He’s fun and caring and Tony’s wondering where this guy was for every other vacation he spent here because Tony considers him a friend!

“That’s sweet,” Tony lies, “I’m not really in a beach mood either.”

“Ah. Would you… like to come in?” Loki asks, hesitant.

“Of course buddy, if my friend wants to stay home I’m sticking with him.”

Loki stands aside, letting Tony into the bungalow that he’s used to owning on his own, but, shockingly enough, doesn’t mind sharing anymore.

“Would it be bad to ask what kind of bad mood?” Tony questions, taking a seat by the TV. It’s off and he doesn’t see a remote.

“A bit, yes, but I value the thought,” Loki answers, checking the kitchen cupboards.

“So what were you doing in here all alone without me, beach buddy?”

“Reading.”

Hmm. Tony considers. They did do what he had wanted yesterday.

“Can I join?” Tony inquires, “if you have any spare books, that is.”

“I didn’t know you could read.” Loki says with half-hearted disgust, walking behind the couch to a small bookshelf.

“Harry Potter, you got me,” Tony states in the driest tone, “Ha ha.”

“I’ve got the second Game of Thrones—“

“There’s a book?!”

“And the series hasn’t updated in years.”

“Bummer, hate when they do that, but at least the show ended?”

“Yeah, badly,” Loki points out. “I’ve got the Lord of the Rings trilogy.”

“I thought you didn’t like the hobbits being taken to Isengard,” Tony pouts.

“Not when it’s on loop and happening the sixth time in a row,” Loki says, dropping the book into Tony’s lap roughly.

Yeah, okay, the man isn’t feeling well, maybe he should leave? But Tony doesn’t want to leave him alone if he’s feeling bad either!

Tony opens the book, skipping through the contents and prologue-y pages. He will enjoy the book and he’ll do it while sitting on the opposite side of the couch because if Loki doesn’t want to lay across and tangle their legs under a blanket that’s up to him. Besides, that’s more an afternoon activity, and Tony isn’t tired at all, so he’s sitting up properly. Which contrasts with Loki’s slouchy leaning-into-the-couch.

“You know, if it’s too quiet, or the book doesn’t interest you, you can just watch something, I won’t be offended.”

“Not so fast, crab-man, I’m doing this to have fun and try something you enjoy, because I like spending time with you, and think that’s fair,” Tony states, and oh sh*t Loki looks devastated. Quick, something fun, something fun, “So I will definitely be trying to read it... at least a bit, before I do anything else… because I may vehemently not-like reading, but I do enjoy your company.”

“Okay,” Loki verbosely replies.

Tony tries to figure out what he’s done wrong but Loki’s opened his book up already.

Tony manages to get through the book in about two hours. Which means he didn’t actually read through it, he just tried, and kept skipping to pages further along that looked more interesting. To be fair, there is a lot of exposition and world building that he knows doesn’t matter because it’s not in the movies.

Loki’s been shifting how he’s sitting at twenty minute intervals, but Tony hasn’t moved lest he come off as restless and not loving the book.

“You can put something on,” Loki suggests, having noticed that Tony is done.

“It won’t disturb you?”

“Not if you don’t have it unreasonably high.”

Tony looks around for the remote, and doesn’t see it. “Any idea where the remote is?”

“Eh, it’ll be lying around somewhere. Maybe check the kitchen?”

And so, Tony sets out on a quest to find the remote.

He doesn’t find it.

He looks through every inch of the couch and in every kitchen cupboard but all he finds are pop tarts and pennies.

At some point Loki puts his book aside and decides to watch him look. He’s even smiling a tiny bit which Tony takes for a good sign.

“Hey, so, I couldn’t find the remote.”

“That’s a shame,” Loki says, and he’s definitely smiling, “would be horrible if someone knows where it is.”

“YOU!” Tony says, rounding in on him, depression be damned, he’s been looking everywhere for an hour now! “Where is it?!”

“Wh— why do you think I would know?” Loki says, turning his face away, his arms crossed pretentiously.

“You’re laughing!” Tony says, pointing a finger at him. “I spend ages looking for this legendary remote and find out you’ve been playing me the entire time” —Tony pokes a finger in the center of his chest for emphasis— “and you’re laughing!”

And okay, it’s a little funny, and Loki’s having fun, so Tony huffs a laugh too.

“I’m not laughing,” Loki tries to say flatly, face turned away, as he clearly tries not to laugh.

Tony being Tony does the only respectable thing in this kind of scenario and jumps onto the couch, straddling Loki, so he can turn his face back towards him.

“Where’s the remote!” Tony yells, to no avail, not even a reaction to having sat on his legs. Is Loki even breathing? His smile is clearly becoming harder to hold…

“Tell me where the remote is” — Tony grabs the thick novel Loki had been reading — “or I’ll take out your bookmark!”

“No!!!” Loki says, trying to grab hold of his book. “Not the bookmark!!! That’s my one weakness! Please, no! Anything but the bookmark!!!”

“Don’t make me do it!! Because I will!!”

Loki chuckles.

“Fine, you win, here” —Loki reaches a hand under the pillow behind him, and holds up the remote.  

Tony snatches it immediately, and gives Loki a peck on the cheek thanks before getting off and going back to his side of the couch.

If Loki looks a little confused about the quick kiss, it’s gone by the time Tony is done flicking through the channels and decides a nature documentary is something they could both enjoy. When Mr Attenborough mentions otters holding hands when they’re happy and Loki asks if he can hold Tony’s hand of course Tony says yes.

Later, when Loki insists on cooking for the two of them he throws together some instant noodles and adds in carrots and peas and egg and mushrooms, and he asks if Tony would like to share the meal down by the beach, he agrees.

“You sure you’re up for this? I don’t mind eating back in the bungalow, and if you’re feeling uncomfortable I’d rather just go back,” Tony makes clear.

“I don’t actually know why I thought staying home would make me feel any better,” Loki says lightly.

“Hey man, sometimes you’ve just gotta stay home, it happens, don’t worry about it,” Tony consoles, carefully going down the sandy grassy slope to the beach, his huge bowl of noodles held in both hands. It smells great. “Besides, focus on the date for now.”

“This isn’t a date, I just asked you out to the beach to eat some comfort food with me.”

“The very definition of my ideal date,” Tony says, listing, “I was invited, there’s comfort food, we’re both already in our sexy pjs, there’s a beach, I think you’re a great friend and we could be more if you wanted, I’ve got my speaker in case we want some romantic classical music, the sunset will happen soon, what more could I want?”

“We also held hands for ages earlier and you kissed my cheek.” Loki winces, “this is totally a date.”

“Sure is.”

“How did I miss that?”

“If it’s any consolation, I was kidding, but you seem on-board, so… it’s a date?”

“It’s a date,” Loki confirms.

“Noodles on a beach is actually one of my secret fantasies,” Tony says, deadpan.

“Well,” Loki suggests, also deadpan, “there’s plenty of space under the gazebo.”

“Table is kinda obstructive,” Tony points out.

“Only if you’re not creative,” Loki counters.

Tony wriggles his eyebrows, and they both laugh.

———

Loki twists the last of his noodles and stabs his last carrot on his fork and puts it in his mouth. He looks into Tony’s bowl, and finds he’s actually finished first.

“You’re an even slower eater than me,” Loki notes aloud.

“Am not!” Tony blubbers out through a mouthful of noodles, “I’m just taking my time to savour it.”

Loki hums, and puts an elbow on the table to watch him finish up.

“So, what do you want to do now?”

Tony slurps up the rest of his food. “Well, now that I’m done, kiss?”

“I was thinking we could stand by the shoreline and get our feet wet, maybe walk up and down the beach a bit…”

“I mean, I’d rather walk up and down you,” Tony says, making a show of looking over Loki, who in turn snickers.

“I’m sorry, that was terrible,” Tony laughs, “it’s just, walk on the beach, that’s so freakin romantic, yeah I’m up for that.”

And it’s nice knowing that they can still hang out as friends, even if Loki is admittedly also intent on the kissing part.

They leave their bowls and flip flops in a pile in the sand and walk to the shore together.

Tony’s hand is warm in his as they swing their arms gently and just take in the salty air and talk about things; just facts about themselves and stories about life and things they like.

Loki’s not sure how much time has passed but it’s dark and only the night sky and it’s reflection on the water provide any light when he presses a hand under Tony’s chin to tip his face up so he can kiss him. It’s slow and sweet, and Tony— even though Loki finds it hard to believe in the moment —kisses back.

They pull apart, and everything is irrelevant in the face of the happiness they feel in having found each other, even by chance.

They kiss again; slower, deeper, and with an urgency ill-befitting of the time and space they have available.

———

Day 5

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RANDOM

@snarkyship Here you go! I hope I’ve done it justice. And I hope you like it, of course. :)

***

Tony was in his workshop tinkering on a part of his suit when he heard something fall behind him. He had almost thought it had been DUM-E but the bot was right in front of him. So Tony turned around to see Random on his desk, and apparently he had pushed the stapler off it.

You see, Random was a black cat, named Random because Thor had brought him to the Tower from Asgard under the impression it was Loki. He still believed so sometimes, even though Loki literally lived at the tower, and has been in the same room with Random before. But that's Thor for you.

Tony smiled and walked over to the cat on the desk. "Hello, Random. What are you doing down here?"

Random responded with a hearty meow, then looked around the workshop like he was looking for something. Or someone. Tony's smile grew as he knew exactly who the cat was looking for.

"Are you looking for Loki?" he asked and gently petted Random's head. As answer he got a loud meow. He chuckled. "He isn't down here. But I don't know where he is right now. He's probably reading somewhere."

Random tilted his head and looked at Tony for a moment before he jumped off the desk and strutted out the workshop again. Tony chuckled again and then returned to his work.

***

Random walked around the different floors of the tower looking for the tall cat called Loki. That one was his favourite of all the tall cats that lived here. He had been looking for him for what seemed like hours now but still hadn't found him anywhere. Instead he had run into all the other tall cats.

There was the one named Thor. He was always loud and also was convinced that Random was his brother in cat form, for some reason? Random usually stayed away from that one. He scared him.

Then there was the one named Natasha. Random liked her. She played the most with him. She called him Grigori though. Kind of a strange name but Random didn't mind. Apparently every tall cat had a different name for him but he saw Random as his true name.

Then there had been the tall cat named Steve and his friend Bucky. Steve was very nice and usually the one to feed him. Random didn't know what to think of Bucky. He was nice enough, even gave him pets sometimes but that was it. Well, Random rarely saw him alone. He was always with Steve who usually took it upon him to pet him then.

He had also ran into the tall cat named Clint. Random didn’t trust him. It was a mutual feeling. Though Random wasn’t sure why he didn’t trust Clint.

He had also visited the tall cat called Bruce. He was really nice. He gave Random lots of pets and treats. Other than that, he was really quiet and didn’t actively seek Random out. He left it up to Random if he wanted attention or not.

There was a junior tall cat named Peter. He was great company. Always playing with Random and petting him. Random had even stayed with him a while and watched him "studying"—whatever that was—before he had continued his endeavour to find his favourite tall cat.

Well, and then there was Tony. He had been the last one Random had visited in search of Loki. He was Random’s second favourite tall cat. He was also the one who had given him his name. Random really liked Tony and spent many hours watching him in his lair. Also, he had the best desk. Full of stuff that just asked to be pushed off.

None of them had been able to tell him where Loki was. But he would find him. 

Loki was Random's absolute favourite. Even though Loki didn't seem to like him that much. Random had no idea why but he was determined to make the tall cat love him. Any means necessary.

***

Loki was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. He had a bunch of pillows in his back and a book in his hands. He liked those hours of peace and quiet when he could just relax and read. Everyone knew not to disturb when reading. By now it was an unspoken rule of Avengers Tower. At least after he had turned Clint into a hawk and had given Steve an eagle's head once. It had been hilarious. Clint apparently hadn't minded much. He had said that he'd always wanted to know what it was like to fly like a bird, now he knew.

Still, no one dared disturb Loki when he was reading. Not even Tony, although Loki had told him it was okay when he did it. That's why Loki was so surprised when he suddenly heard the elevator doors open and close. He shrugged. He figured it was Tony about to get a snack or some more coffee. The coffee machine in his workshop was broken thanks to their irritating feline company named Random, who had actually managed to push the machine off the counter.

Random had been with them for about two months now. Tony had given him that ridiculous name because he was literally just a random black cat that Thor had picked up somewhere on Asgard and brought to Midgard with him. His oaf of a brother had actually thought that the random black cat was him, Loki. He still thought so sometimes, even though it should be clear by now that he wasn't the cat. But sometimes his dear brother was a bit dense.

When Loki didn't hear anything coming from the kitchen though, he furrowed his brows. Tony rarely ever didn't make any noise when he came up here to get coffee or snacks, or both. At the very least, Loki should've been able to hear the coffee machine. Loki doubted that Tony would leave his workshop to get some rest here. He had a couch down there and usually would take a quick nap there when working.

But when the door to his reading room was pushed open and Loki didn't see anyone, he knew exactly who had come. He resisted a sigh and focused on his book again. But the looming presence of the cat distracted him.

Random, for whatever inexplicable reason, had taken a liking to Loki. He was always trotting after him, demanding pets and cuddles and treats and whatnot. Loki didn't oblige. Or rarely, at least. The cat irritated him and his demanding nature was infuriating. Loki wondered why, of all the people living at the tower, Random had picked him as his favourite. By all means, it didn't make sense to Loki. Honestly, the cat annoyed Loki. His constant begging for his attention and affection. It was a cat, not a dog. Why did it behave like that? Or were Asgardian cats different? Loki had never thought about that. Well, it seemed rather ridiculous.

Anyway, Loki usually ignored Random which should've made the cat realise that he didn't want anything to do with him. Cats were supposed to be quite smart, right? Well, this one was an exception then. Okay, no, he wasn't. He was quite smart to be fair. How else would he have been able to push the coffee machine off the counter? The issues with Random was that he was persistent and stubborn. He just didn't give up. And that although he had a bunch of people he could annoy and get pets and treats from. So why Loki? Why was he so obsessed with him?

Tony thought it was funny and endearing. Why couldn't Random have picked Tony as his favourite? Tony loved Random. He should be the cat's hyper-fixation. He spoilt him with endless pets and mountains of treats (not literally though, thank the Norns) and boxes full of toys. Hel, the cat even had his own room on Tony's and Loki's floor. It was a cat playground, really. Lots of places to sleep on, more scratching posts than one cat probably needed, hammocks, walkways along the walls and under the ceiling, and a fish tank for entertainment. It was like TV for cats, Tony had said when he had set it up. Sure, because a cat needed that. It was ridiculous.

Loki didn't have anything against cats. No, he just had something against this cat. Like mentioned, Random was irritating and annoying.

And now he was sitting on the floor next to the couch. Loki deliberately ignored him, of course. Maybe he would leave and Loki could continue reading his book in peace. But he should've known better.

He felt Random pawing at his arm and meowing loudly. Loki just turned the page and tried to concentrate. To no success, unfortunately.

Loki genuinely shrieked when Random suddenly jumped on to him, causing him to drop his book.

He sighed. "Oh you wretched creature," he growled. "What do you want? Go bother someone else."

Of course Random wouldn't be persuaded. No, the cat started kneading and Loki hated to admit it but that was actually a pleasant feeling. Soon Random turned around himself a few times before he eventually curled up into a ball in Loki's lap. Great.

Loki stared at the cat in his lap who now started to purr like a freaking lawn mower. Loki sighed and surrendered to his fate, placing his hand on the cat and gently petted him. He had really soft, fluffy fur. Alright, one time couldn't hurt, right? This meant absolutely nothing.

***

A few hours later, Tony craved for coffee. So he left his workshop and took the elevator up to the penthouse. He wondered if Random had found Loki by now.

Tony chuckled. It was really adorable how fixated Random was on Loki, although Loki usually ignored him and didn't pay him any kind of attention really. Tony didn't really know why Loki was like that with their cat. Random clearly adored the God. It caused quite a few funny moments. Like when Random demanded Loki's attention and walked around his legs or jumped on to his lap when he was sitting on the couch. Loki would set him down on the floor again, only to have him on his lap again after a few minutes. Random just didn't take No for an answer. It wasn't like Loki hated the cat or so, he was just indifferent towards him. But Tony—like Random, apparently—was determined to make Loki like the cat. He just hadn't figured out a way to achieve that yet.

Anyway, Tony arrived at their penthouse and quickly headed for the coffee machine. As it worked its magic, Tony looked towards Loki's reading room. It was ridiculous how much time the man spent in that room. Although, to be fair, the same thing was said about Tony and his workshop. Usually Tony wouldn't disturb Loki when he was reading, even though he knew he wouldn't suffer any consequences. But he was starting to get hungry and wanted to ask Loki if they wanted to order something, or go out.

So, while the coffee machine was running, Tony made his way to Loki's den and quietly pushed open the door. He was greeted by the probably most adorable sight he had ever seen. There was Loki, sitting on his couch with a bunch of pillows in his back like always. But his book lay disregarded on the floor (something Loki would probably have a heart attack over; books were sacred to him) and in his lap was a loudly purring Random, curled up in a ball. But the best part was, Loki was asleep. His hand resting on the "wretched creature", as he called Random, and his head resting against the back of the couch.

"JARVIS," Tony whispered while pulling his phone out of his pocket without taking his eyes off his sleeping boyfriend and their cat. "Please tell me you have a video of this."

"Of course, Sir," came the whispered answer from above him.

"Excellent." Tony grinned and quietly and carefully moved closer to the couch to take a picture. "Oh, that's a keeper," he mumbled as he set the picture of a sleeping Loki with a sleeping Random in his lap as his lock screen. Then he just as quietly made his way out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"JARVIS," he asked as he returned to the coffee machine. "Send the video to my lab, please."

"Right away, Sir."

With a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hand, Tony made his way down to his workshop where JARVIS had already put the video up. Tony sat down and asked JARVIS to play it. Tony smiled softly as he watched Random jump onto Loki's lap and curl up there, then Loki apparently giving in and petting the cat before he rather quickly drifted off into sleep.

"Damn, that's cute," Tony said when it was over. He would definitely tease Loki with this. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe Loki would eventually come around and love Random like everybody else. Tony was hopeful.

He ate a few blueberries and then went back to work.

THE END

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