Unexpected Development.
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teofseTitle: Unexpected Development.
Author: Teofse
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Loki/Tony
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
Rating: G.
Word count: 753
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Marvel (both comics and movies). No money is being made out of this work.
A/N: Unbetaed. Post Avengers AU, disregards Iron Man 3 and Thor: TDW. This is the next installment of my adventdrabbles 2014 series No Time For Sentiment. Prompt 12: Fairy lights
Summary: "That was... unexpected" He whispered, searching the mortal's gaze with anxious green eyes.
Unexpected Development.
From all the decorations they'd strewn about the place a few days back, Loki liked the fairy lights that hung on Stark's terrace the best. The wind made them dangle softly in their little rope of cables and Rogers had managed to convince Stark to hook tiny bells in them, so they jingled melodiously as they swayed, bringing a smile to his face.
He stretched out on one of the chaise longues and studied them idly, trying to imagine a universe where only they existed, entire galaxies condensed in these gently rocking strings of twinkling lights...
“I knew I'd find you here. You seem to like this place a lot, Reindeer.”
Loki startled, breaking away from his whimsical thoughts to smile shyly at Stark.
“What's not to like? It's beautiful out here.”
His host wrinkled his nose in disgruntled accord, huddling deeper into the coat he wore and muttering:
“It's bloody cold, too. I keep thinking we're probably roasting you alive with the heating. That's why you come out here so often, isn't it?”
Loki shrugged, watching the engineer approach with wary green eyes.
“I'm a sorcerer, Stark. Very few things ever bother me, unless I wish to be bothered.”
“Handy, that. Could you make the cold I'm feeling disappear or is that a big sorcerer no-no?”
Loki's breath caught in his throat and he moved forwards in the lounger, body tensing into a half-sitting position as he tried to assess the sincerity of that bold request.
“You'd trust me to perform magic on you? That's... unusual, to say the least.”
Stark shrugged and sat at the edge of Loki's chaise, trapping him against the cushions by the simple act of leaning slightly over him.
“I'm an unusual guy, snowflake. Some folks think I'm totally crazy, but they're wrong. I'm a genius, you see? And all geniuses are... intuitive.”
Loki swallowed as he pressed back against the cushions, attempting to keep proper distance between them.
“And what does your intuition tell you?” He whispered, looking up into those beautiful amber-colored eyes and losing himself inside them.
“It tells me to trust you like I wish you would trust me. It tells me to lean forwards just a little closer and brush your lips with mine. It tells me we could be bloody amazing together.”
Loki's stomach fluttered with nerves as Stark suited actions to words. The mortal's head moved closer, approaching his own oh-so-slowly. Soft lips brushed his in the next second: tentative and gentle, warm beyond compare.
Stark's hesitant approach vanished as soon as Loki sighed into the delicate caress and he pressed his mouth closer, eager lips opening wide enough to allow a bold, probing tongue to tangle passionately with the asgardian's. Loki groaned, allowing Stark to kiss the living daylights out of him, push him back into the cushions and tangle calloused hands in his hair. His mind blurred and he lost himself in the sweet surge of newborn desire as their first, ever, kiss gentled, exchanging passionate hunger for disarming tenderness until Loki felt so raw and exposed, so completely terrified by the possibility that Stark could feel the true depth of his affection in the gentle passion of their kiss that he pulled away in a panic.
“That was... unexpected.” He whispered uncertainly, searching the mortal's gaze with anxious green eyes.
“I sincerely hope it was the right kind of unexpected, because I'll probably die if you don't let me do it again.”
Loki's gut churned unpleasantly as he realized he could grace his crush's bed in the next half hour if he played his cards wisely. He was in love with the man, though. Having so little of him when he wanted so much more would probably destroy him.
“Kisses come and go all the time, Stark. Nobody has ever died of lust.”
Blunt-tipped fingertips settled gently under his chin, bringing his averted gaze back into collision with uncharacteristically grave eyes.
“Not all kisses are born out of lust, Reindeer.”
Loki's green eyes widened impossibly:
“I'm not ready for...”
“Sentiment. I know. Thor explained your weird hang-up about affection to us.”
“Affection complicates everything.”
“It also makes life worth it.”
“Stark...” Loki whispered, suddenly terrified, but the frustratingly bold mortal dared to kiss his mouth silent.
“Don't push me away out of fear. We'll go as slow as you need, I promise. All I want is a chance. Just one chance, Loki.”
“If this is a trick...”
“It's not. I swear. I want you for real.”
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on 2014-12-16 03:54 am (UTC)I'm glad you're still enjoying this story. Thanks for keeping up with it. Your constant support of this work through your comments means the world to me, agnes. :)
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on 2014-12-15 12:45 am (UTC)Tony's totally taking the right approach here. Now let's hope he doesn't screw it up!
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on 2014-12-16 03:56 am (UTC)I'm glad you're still enjoying this story. Thanks so much for your lovely comment. :)