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Confessions In The Snow.
Title: Confessions In The Snow.
Author: Teofse
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Loki/Tony
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
Rating: G.
Word count: 589
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 14: Snow Angels.
Summary: “Has it ever occurred to you that I do it to be special? I don't want to be like every other person to you, Anthony. I want to be unique.”
Confessions In The Snow.
Loki adored the cold weather. He'd often leave the tower in the middle of the day -or night- to wander the snow-packed streets for hours on end, simply enjoying the refreshing touch of the cold wind on his skin while watching the city struggle with the limitations the icy temperature forced upon it. He found snow plows fascinating and liked to follow them down the road, just to watch them heap their displaced cargo on ever-growing piles that reminded him of misshapen, little mountains.
“We could go to the park and make snow angels instead of just standing here, freezing our bones but getting no fun whatsoever out of it.”
Loki's fascinated gaze turned away from the heavy vehicles, settling on Tony's behatted form with intrigued curiosity.
“What are snow angels? I've never heard that term before.” He inquired, uncharacteristically relaxed about exposing his lack of knowledge. He'd discovered in the last few days that his mortal relished the challenge of introducing him to new things and experiences. Tony never tired of following him around the streets like a faithful coat-wrapped shadow, claiming that he enjoyed watching his delighted fascination with 'the weirdest things.'
Golden-brown eyes lit up at the prospect of showing him whatever these snow angels were. Cold-chapped lips quirked upwards and a pair of gloved hands came up in the air, tracing a vaguely triangular design in the space between them.
“They are a shape you leave on the ground. Like a footprint of your entire body, only you move your arms and legs about so they'll leave an impression of wings. Kids do it all the time whenever there's fresh snow. All we've got to do is throw ourselves on the floor and trash about like crazy. The more we wriggle in the snow, the deeper the impression we'll leave, you see?”
Loki frowned at the prospect of exposing Tony's obviously already cold limbs to such child-like activity.
“You must let me cast a warming bubble around you before you launch yourself onto the snow. I don't want you to get sick, Anthony.”
“Nobody calls me Anthony anymore. You just do it to be contrary.”
Loki smiled at his mortal's disgruntled grumble and decided to trust him enough to explain his reasoning:
“Has it ever occurred to you that I do it to be special? I don't want to be like every other person to you, Anthony. I want to be unique.”
Tony's lovely eyes widened impossibly and his entire body stilled as every muscle focused intently on him.
“Maybe I think you're unique already. Has it ever occurred to you that you shouldn't need to work so hard to get other people to notice how bloody amazing you are?”
Loki's gaze skittered away self-consciously.
“I may need a bit more time for such strange concept to sink in. In the mean time, using your full name when I know nobody else does helps me remember I'm... yours.”
A gloved hand sneaked around his hips, guiding him carefully forwards. Their bodies came into full-blown connection and his eyes clashed with Tony's a mere second before reverent cold lips pressed a small, but fervent kiss atop his cloth-covered heart, making him marvel at how very deeply such simple caress could touch him long before he ever heard the quiet words that accompanied it:
“Just remember I'm yours too, snowflake. You're not the only one here who needs to belong to someone, you know? I want to be yours just as badly as you want to be mine."
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I should prolly confess that I'm usually more of a Loki/Steve fan, but you're making me fall in love with this pairing. Kinda like the way these two are falling for each other. ;)
Well done!
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I like loki/Steve well enough, there are some fantastic fics for that ship out there, but I think Tony and Loki fit together better. They are both very similar: geniuses with daddy issues and a ton of insecurities that they hide under bad attitude, so I think that, given the chance to connect, they will be able to understand one another at a level that no other MCU character can match. Tony is a fix-it man at heart and there's no more challenging fix-it project out there than Loki, is there? :D
Anyway, I'm glad I'm managing to sell you this pairing, despite the fact that you prefer another. Thanks so much for keeping up with this fic. your lovely comments mean the world to me. :D
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PS. I think calling Stark Anthony qualifies for fullfilling the terms of Stark's promise in the drabble before that;)
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Thanks, as always, for keeping up with this story, agnes. Your lovely comments mean the world to me. :)