Blasting Formality Away.

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Title: Blasting Formality Away.
Author: Teofse
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Loki/Tony
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
Rating: G.
Word count: 720
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 17: Sleigh ride.
Summary: “You're way too formal for your own good, gorgeous. But don't worry, I'm about to remedy that tiny flaw.”

Blasting Formality Away.

 

Loki had thought himself prepared for their date. He'd seen the soft-music, fireside-couch-kissing scenario play a million times in one film or other, so he was relatively familiar with the midgardian etiquette for the situation.

He'd arrived promptly at seven thirty, just as he'd been asked to do, carrying a bottle of brandy that had been recommended by J.A.R.V.I.S himself and handed it to his host with a small smile while Sleigh Ride played softly in the background. Tony had chuckled under his breath as he examined the gift and, grabbing him unexpectedly by the collar, pulled on him until their bodies collided rather messily half a step inside the doorway.

“Anthony, what...?” His startled request for an explanation was cut short by a playful growl:

“You're way too formal for your own good, gorgeous. But don't worry, I'm about to remedy that tiny flaw.”

Loki didn't have time to inquire how, exactly, Tony was planning to 'fix' his formality, because his mortal abandoned the brandy bottle on a side table and rose on his tiptoes almost immediately, proceeding to kiss him with enough fierceness to make him stumble backwards.

His senses reeled as Tony's hands caught him, kneaded the balls of his shoulders soothingly and trailed up to the back of his neck, tilting his head just so before tangling in his hair. Their kiss deepened as those voracious lips literally feasted on his own while he groaned in shocked surrender, unable to do anything but feel the heat of Tony's tongue, the scratch of that short beard against the skin of his jaw, the power inherent in the short but compact frame that was plastered all over his own, scorching every nerve-ending he possessed all the way from mouth to knees.

Lack of air forced them apart and, staring at Tony's passion-darkened eyes and the determined set to those kiss-swollen lips that looked so enticingly moist and plump and... perfect, Loki knew they wouldn't remain separate for long.

A single heartbeat was the only reprieve he had before Tony's impatient hands grabbed him anew, dragging his head downwards for another round of heart-stopping, pulse-altering, mind-bendingly desperate kissing, and that's when he finally realized that he'd never seen a scenario like this play out on film before. He'd never studied midgardian passion in any shape or form. He'd never imagined a single mortal could make him forget his own name with just two kisses.

“Anthony...” He gasped roughly when those branding lips released him and was cut off mid-word by a small, amused chuckle.

“Woa! I can't believe you're still talking after that awesome smooch. I must be losing my touch.”

Loki laughed breathlessly, lifting slightly trembling hands to frame the flushed face of the irreverent creature who could so easily disarm him with a flirty smile and a charming quip.
“Your touch is in fine form, I assure you. My poor socks have been blown off already and we haven't even made it past the doorway.”

Tony sighed contentedly, tilting his head just enough to rest it fully on the palms that cradled it in an unconscious show of trust that made Loki weak at the knees.
“I think we totally rock at this date thing, babe. Everything is falling on the right side of amazing already. I've got the fire crackling and J.A.R.V.I.S has a list of every Christmas Carol in existence, waiting to be played for your entertainment. All we have to do is get that hot cocoa I promised you and hug like boa constrictors on the couch.”

“Please, tell me there will be more kissing.” Loki pleaded fervently and his embarrassment over having dared to ask such a thing flew out of the window when Tony raked his body up and down with a look that literally sizzled, and purred with equal fervor:

“Of course there will be more kissing. We've barely even started, snowflake. I haven't kissed your jawline or your long neck, your lovely ears or the palms of your hands. I haven't pecked you on the forehead or inhaled the aroma of your hair. I haven't nosed the hollow of your throat or kissed your knuckles, your thin wrists, your delicate-looking eyelids... I haven't done any of those things but I'm planning to. Tonight I'm gonna kiss you silly, Reindeer.”

 

TBC

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