lightlypeppered:

coconut-and-metal:

lightlypeppered:

Well, all those brilliant new innovations aren’t going to invent themselves. Besides, think how great it’ll feel when you actually do get a day off.

Take the day off with me an it’ll feel even better. [grins]

Oh, really? *smiles* And what would we do on this day off?

Has it been that long since you had a day off that you lost your imagination for it? [winks, teasing, stepping forward to brush a bit of hair behind her ear and trail his hand down the side of her neck, then down her spine, stopping at the small of her back to bring her gently toward him and leaning forward to whisper] Don’t worry, I’ve got enough imagination for the both of us.

lightlypeppered:

Well, all those brilliant new innovations aren’t going to invent themselves. Besides, think how great it’ll feel when you actually do get a day off.

Take the day off with me an it’ll feel even better. [grins]

lightlypeppered:

YES, you star. Being your own boss should mean more days off, seriously.

lightlypeppered:

Do we have to?

trollwithapole:

If Tony was anything like Loki, he wouldn’t have believed it. Too much thought can drive a man crazy. He knew that was how it could be with himself, and the mortal had been on his own for over a week. Enough time to convince himself he deserved nothing. It was enough time for Loki at least. Yet he agreed, joked and attempted to let it slide. God of all things deceitful was not one you should attempt to lie to, but Loki could understand the idea of letting the matter drop.

His hand moved back, but grabbed hair instead of bristled skin. It wove into strong locks, pulling the mortal to him. “You have been thinking too much. Dangerous, Tony Stark. It is too dangerous for you to do so right now.” His lips twisted into a grin as he leaned in closer. There was barely inches between them now and Loki gave a moments pause, savouring the moment, before murmuring, “I think you need to be pleased more than I.” With that, his lips descended onto Tony’s, and his spare hand wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a lust-driven kiss.

Tony took a moment to be surprised at the change when Loki moved his hand into his hair suddenly, looking upwards to catch Loki’s eyes. It was so strange after the week he’d had to suddenly have someone standing this close, the contact, and it’d been even longer since he’d seen Loki this close. His gaze flicked from Loki’s eyes to his mouth when he spoke close to Tony’s, and back again, a slow grin spreading across his face just as Loki pulled him closer. He was very okay with being pulled around in these circumstances, and he tilted his head slightly to deeped the kiss, his mouth moving against Loki’s as he responded strongly.

“I’m happy to go with your thinking, instead,” he said, nipping at Loki’s bottom lip and wrapping an arm around Loki’s shoulders. “If this is the direction it’s going.” Even if it was just temporary, he could see the benefit of getting out of his head for a while, and damn but he did miss Loki, he thought, as he leaned close against him, kissing him again quickly.

trollwithapole:

“So did I … until too much of those stories were truths. I feel as though I have slipped to the end of a book before reading the middle. I cannot go back, it will not be the same.” His hand slipped down from the glass it was pressed against and it took far too much effort not slump. With a deep breath, he turned back to the mortal. “You do not need to apologise.”

Slowly he moved back to where the other stood. His composure was gathered and Loki attempted to not destroy something for once. “Tony Stark, you have people that love you, people that respect and admire you. You are renowned for your intelligence, people listen to you. You can make a difference, but only if you want to.” His hand moved to cup the other’s face and his mouth broke into a sad smile. Tony Stark was who he could have been if things were different. If there was no Thor, if Asgard didn’t only care about courage and strength. “We are most similar, Tony. Yet though it is painful for me to admit it, you are perhaps better man. Don’t … don’t lose yourself over this. As much as you like me, you do not wish to be like me.” His smile turned into a false smirk and his hand slapped the other’s cheek. “That is all the sentiment you will get from myself this eve. I already feel like an emotional maiden. If you do not listen to me this time I will do something horrid to you in return. We both know how much you hate magic.”

Tony felt pretty bad about the fact that a voice in the back of his head piped up with an argument to pretty much eveything Loki said— if you believe it’s true it will be true, yes I should apologise for bothering you unnccesarily with my shit, only Pepper probably loves me and look how I treat her, the people who think they respect me don’t know me, I’m too scared to try to make a difference, I don’t want to lose myself to it but I don’t know how not to— but he wisely kept his mouth shut, and listened. Might as well go for something he hadn’t tried yet, and he really didn’t want to make matters worse. Besides, if he listened this time, maybe Loki would another time.

When Loki slapped his cheek, he pulled his expression into a quirk, appropriate smirk, he supposed, and tilted his head to the side as if pretending to avoid another. “Got it. I’d really rather stick to my own gender today if that’s okay.”

trollwithapole:

Loki sighed with frustration and removed his hands, almost tempted stalk off. They would go in circles. Telling each other possitives and hating themselves even more so. He would no stand for it. He could not constantly deny and through back points like a game of mortal tennis. “You will continue to hate yourself, you mean. I will not stand her and list out reasons for you to believe in yourself just for you to through them back at me, Stark. I did not come for that.” With a grunt, he turned and moved over to the window. It was rare that he went elsewhere than New York, he had little reason to. The city below was quieter, almost calm. He could not see Tony enjoying such a place.

“I am … I am not good at this,” he started. “You know this and insist on thinking I can help you. When I try, you throw it back at me. As if I am a fool, as if I do not see.” His hand moved to the glass pane, feeling the cold smoothness that echoed himself. “Asgardians … Our lives repeat … it is a cycle. Unless it is broken, I will bring Ragnarok. There is no use avoiding it.” He laughed them, a hollow, humourless laugh. “You are more free than I, yet you cannot see it at all, can you? You can choose. Your life is not destined, not written in books and stone. Just live, do what you wish and live to be happy. Perhaps that would be what I would do, if I could.”

Tony stayed where he was, apart from turning so that he could still see Loki when he moved to the window, crossing his arms slowly as if to hold back the sinking sensation in his stomach, the feeling that he’d just managed to make one more thing worse as he stared at Loki’s back. Loki was kind of right, Tony was deviating entirely from the reason he’d asked him to come, and it’d done more harm than good. He was a little surprised when Loki showed up, but he was even more surprised that he was actually staying after that.

“I didn’t know,” he said quietly, willing himself not to roll his eyes at how pathetic that sounded. “I didn’t think it was real, I thought it was just stories…” He couldn’t exactly choose, either, not when he was as torn as he was, but Loki didn’t need to hear that either. No matter what path he picked, someone was gonna get hurt, and if he could he’d pick nothingness— it was tempting— but there was no point in dragging Loki down with him when it was his own decision to make, on his own. He probably shouldn’t have phoned to begin with. “Sorry.”

trollwithapole:

He frowned, but didn’t drop his gaze. “Asgard is Odin’s. To Rule anywhere would be something Odin had done before. The Odin force is more powerful than any magic in all the nine realms. Do you not see? If I look at it the same way as you, it will all be his as well. I will always be trying to fill his boots.” It was true. He would always be compared, whether it be Thor or Odin. He could be king of nothing of everything, and he would still be a failure in someone’s eyes. “All I am good for is deceit and destruction. I am foretold as the bringer of Ragnarok, as the destroyer of worlds.”

He paused, no longer knowing how to continue. How long ago was it when he read them books. Tales of Norse myths, some so true it hurt. The books penned his destiny. One he was forever to repeat every life cycle if the books were true. A continuous disappointment. Never changing. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. “You created your suit, you created a hero for this realm. You attempt to protect innocents from destroyers like myself. Is that something he created? You do not need SHIELD to be that man, Stark. He existed before them.”

Tony’s train of thought was whacked sideways when Loki mentioned Ragnorak. He’d heard those stories in passing, after doing some lazy homework when he met Loki and Thor, but he didn’t think it was true, just like Loki had mocked and scoffed at some of the ridiculous artwork and other stories. “No,” he said quietly, matter-of-factly, with another short shake of his head, frowning. “I don’t think so. You only think that about yourself ‘cause that’s what they wanted to think about you. They were telling stupid stories and they needed a villain, Loki. That’s it. They didn’t know anything.”

He exhaled gently, frown deepening when Loki closed his eyes. It was weird, that he could think somewhat straight enough from an outsider’s point of view to tell Loki that he didn’t have to be something just because it was expected, when that was pretty much what he did, himself, with most of his life. It felt a little hypocritical, but he still believed he was right. “I didn’t create a— I made it to protect people from destroyers like me, from my weapons, and his legacy. To try to correct the stupid mistake I made that innocent people were paying for. If you’re only good for deceit and destruction then I’m only good for revenge. What good is that when it’s pretty much directed at the people’s actual good guys?” He gave a quiet sigh. “I’m just— thinkin’ in circles, trying to figure out where to actually go from here. SHEILD poked their fingers in my life, picked it up and played with it and threw it back with all this shit to think about.”

trollwithapole replied to your post: [magically appears] Dare. [pulls him into a fierce kiss then pulls back] Don’t. Say. Anything. [grimaces then wraps his arms around him, cradling Tony to his chest] Just, don’t.

[sighs] With you it actually means something. Others it is merely a joke … but this … [sighs]

Was a hug. [pats] It’s okay, calm down.