Oh, this is much better. Costume’s a bit much… so tight. But the confidence, I can feel the righteousness surging. Hey, you wanna have a rousing discussion about truth, honor, patriotism? God bless America–
FrostIron AU where Loki returns to New York (probably with Thor and Bruce?) and Loki and Tony form a relationship. Loki notices that whenever he uses his magic Tony gets uncomfortable. Loki thinks it’s because Tony doesn’t trust him, which is false, and Tony eventually tells him that since Wanda messed with his head he’s been paranoid of her powers and anything similar. Loki works with Tony to get over his paranoia and a few years later when Wanda tries to use her power to upset Tony he just shrugs it off and is like, “You don’t scare me anymore witch.”
Bonus: Loki shows Wanda what true magical power looks like, especially when she tries to use hers to harm Tony.
In a small flash of blue light, suddenly a stranger stood before the Avengers on the spaceship. He was tall, dressed in robes of blue, yellow, and red, along with his trademark smirk that was accented by his metallic blue paint on his chin.
“Not to fear! The Grandmaster is here. You’re lucky I showed up, you know. I banished Thanos once, grant it, I had like, a few other people helping me.” En grinned awkwardly, then cracked his knuckles. “So where’s the man of the hour? I heard you all were on your way to find him.”
Each Avenger looked from one to another in confusion, then to the Guardians of the Galaxy, and then Peter Quill settled on being the one who asked the question.
“Um.. who is this guy with?” Peter asked curiously, his thumb pointing to En Dwi Gast who had arrived oh-so-quickly on the spaceship. Tony, who was in full Iron Man gear furrowed his brow in confusion behind the mask.
“I thought he was with you.” Tony spoke, even more confused than before. Loki had been standing off to the side, but once he heard that familiar voice, he smiled. En saw him out of the corner of his eye and did a cute little wave.
“Loki baby! You should have invited me to your little Thanos bashing party.” En exclaimed and Loki blushed a little, shaking his head.
“Yeah um… this is my boyfriend En Dwi Gast. He’s uh… very ‘extra’ as Midgardian teens say. And no, En, it’s not that kind of party.” Loki clarified. Cap was completely taken aback by the confession, but at the same time, it hadn’t surprised him. Nothing would really surprise him at this point, considering that there was a giant purple space alien trying to destroy the universe. He almost wished he could return back to the forties rather than deal with the current issue. Everyone else was too shocked to say anything, mainly because Loki was the last person they thought would be in a relationship, especially with the Grandmaster of all people. Loki looked at them all, giving a shrug, then he walked over to En to stand with him as they got ready to face their greatest foe. Thor, who would usually scrutinize the choices that Loki made, was actually smiling for once. He clapped a rather large hand on Loki’s back and grinned.
“Considering that we might die today, I wish you would have told us sooner, brother.” Thor smiled bittersweetly as he looked toward the front of the ship where the Mad Titan approached them with increasing speed.
“I won’t let your brother die. Not this day.” En spoke to Thor as an assurance. Something in En’s eyes told Thor that he wasn’t lying. He was grateful that Loki had someone who cared so deeply about him.
“And hey, uh, good luck out there Sparkles.” En added after a moment of silence in the spaceship. It was the calm before the storm. It was an event that would change their lives forever.
Summary: When Lauren,
assistant to Tony Stark and the golden darling, southern belle of team Avenger,
is called home by her overbearing mother, demanding she take back up with the
man who walked out on her and broke her heart, Loki, the once dark God of Mischief,
goes with her as her pretend beau. But is it all pretend on Loki’s part? Or is there more to the God of Mischief’s
involvement than simply helping Lauren out.
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson
x OFC |
Word Count: 6937
At just shy of five
in the morning, the sun was beginning to colour the horizon in brilliant pinks
and oranges. Though it was crisp - fresh really - the air smelled clean from
the washing of rain the night before instead of the usual smog and grime. There
was nothing like the view of New York from Tony’s Iron Man landing pad. The
city stretched out, the lights glowed like stars, and it appeared as if one
floated above the world.
It had become
Lauren’s preferred place to practice yoga.
It wasn’t the safest
location, what with it being a few hundred feet in the air and not really that
big around, but it fit her mat. It also gave her such a sense of clarity, of
being completely present in the moment; her awareness of the world so
heightened she felt like one with the universe. Lauren had found it impossible
to resist the temptation.
Besides, Tony knew
she used it. F.R.I.D.A.Y was nothing if not efficient, and had informed her
boss thusly after Lauren’s first tentative foray into the wild blue yonder.
Everyone/Tony naturally. (Cap and Loki are acceptable as long as they dont win..) Reverse Scott Pilgrim vs the World (The world vs Jarvis)… The world must defeat Tonys ‘evil‘ butler in order to win Tonys heart. -Tonys too distracted by his pets and Jan to even notice his would be suitors.
I love Tony and Loki together, like, imagine them flirting very obviously in a fight. Like, Tony sees him and is all, "Hey, Reindeer Games, how about that drink?" And at first Loki is surprised but then he starts flirting back. Everyone is busy fighting so only Clint and Natasha notice. When Clint points it out after the fight, Cap's all,"?!" And forbids him to ever talk to Loki again, no one on one fights or anything, but Nat covers for him? And Tony makes him one of his AI equipped robo-cats?
My first take on FrostIron! It’s not quite what you asked for, it’s more of a looking back on their relationship, I think? But I hope you like it!
More or less canon-compliant until TWS.
Mortals seriously underestimate the pains that come with dating Anthony Stark, Loki has been forced to realise early on.
For one thing–though admittedly through no fault of his own–Anthony is a Midgardian. Loki has to admit, if only in the privacy of his own mind, that he has failed to anticipate the–complications that brings. It has lead to many a misunderstanding in the beginning.
For example, Loki had not realised that multiple invitations for a shared meal or drink, even when offered during combat situations, could express a romantic interest. A formal announcement of one’s intentions has apparently fallen out of style in Midgard. Instead it is expected to follow a carefully choreographed dance in which even insults to one’s face can contain a hidden subtext (commonly referred to as flirting).
In retrospect, he should have caught up on Midgardian culture before accepting Anthony’s offered drink.
It was only when, during one of their traditional fights, Captain America had interrupted them with an incredulous, “Iron Man, what are you doing?” and Anthony had replied with a snappish, “Getting distracted by Loki’s pretty, green eyes, what does it look like, Cap?” that Loki had reevaluated their previous encounters and come to the obvious conclusion. He had it confirmed later that night, when he had decided to throw decorum into the wind (the perks of being a villain) and had kissed Anthony breathless.
Still, even to this day the Midgardian ways serve to confuse and aggravate Loki from time to time. Like when Anthony insisted to try his patience by finding other women and men to accompany him to various galas and functions.
“What is your problem?” he had yelled at one point. “So we slept together once, and now you go all territorial on me? What the fuck Loki?”
Which had led to their second argument. “Oh, so we sleep together twice and suddenly I owe you something?”
Which had let to a couple more arguments before Loki had finally decided to put his fury into broken down, easily understood, Midgardian terms, and made it clear that they were–dating. (He still shudders when confronted with this juvenile, utterly insufficient term.)
Unfortunately not even clarifying their relationship status has solved all his troubles. Indeed to this day he as to accept other mortal’s on his Anthony’s arm–because apparently showing up with a super villain at a charity dinner is socially frowned upon. Mortals.
Another difficulty Loki has been encountering resisting the urge to wipe his Anthony’s friends off this plane of existence. It is proving to be more challenging than he had initially expected.
There is Captain Rogers with the most irritating judgemental glare, who can’t stop arguing about being compromised. Loki has seen it fit to return the favour and ensure the Winter Soldier the Captain is so obsessively hunting has slipped his grasp time and again.
Barton despises him, and makes a show of confirming the sentiment as often as possible. While Loki appreciates the mortal’s hatred–one has to get his entertainment somewhere, these days–Anthony is less amused.
The green rage monster Loki does a good job of avoiding at all costs. Not that he is wary of the creature, not at all. It simply seems prudent to not start a senseless fight. Anthony gets awfully upset when his tower gets damaged.
Romanoff, the perfect, little spy, has the sense to watch from afar. Sometimes Loki amuses himself by foiling her observation with a well-placed illusion but for the most part he ignores her.
In any case, the worst of the lot is, without a doubt, Thor. His not-brother. The less said about the overexcitable nuisance, the better.
Compared with these irritating flies Loki considers James Rhodes and Virginia Potts almost bearable. Almost. They are still mortal. He’s already overlooking this unfortunate weakness in his Anthony, he refuses to make allowances for anyone else.
But while they greet him with caution, distrust and open threats, Loki has found himself reluctantly respecting them. They are focused on the danger he poses to his Anthony first, their own issues with his past transgressions coming second.
Potts in particular refuses to treat him with anything but cool professionalism. Her analytical mind and iron self-control is clearly wasted on the self-important morons she seems to surround herself with. (As a villain, Loki understands her plight. Finding capable minions is not as easy as most assume.)
At least regularly enduring the presence of unworthy mortals has given Loki a new appreciation for what his Anthony once laughingly described as ‘the long game’. After all, his Anthony is still a mortal, and as–odd–as the thought makes him feel, when he dies, so does his protection. In the end, having to wait gives one so much more time to plan.
Beyond the company he keeps, his Anthony himself also has a habit of irritating Loki. His refusal to carry his given name with pride and instead insist on allowing those worthless mortals to call him Tony is one of those things Loki absolutely refuses to let go.
He endures, but nobody–not even his Anthony–appreciates the effort it takes him.
By far the worst about dating Tony Stark though, is that he is a hero. A hero. Really, Loki doesn’t know what he was thinking. It can not have been much. For why else would he find himself once again having to watch the back of a bumbling fool with more luck than sense when it came to his personal safety?
Perhaps he has been brainwashed by the little SHIELD underlings after all, because Loki has a hard time imagining he would be in this position had he any of that cunning intelligence left, he has always been accused of.
Loki glares heatedly at his sleeping Anthony.
He could have been a weak, useless mortal. He could have been a backstabbing traitor. He could have been using this dating business to try and redeem Loki, but no. No, it was much worse than that. His Anthony just had to be a hero.
And of course, his Anthony just had to throw himself in front of Loki–the much less vulnerable demigod with more tricks up his sleeve than years his Anthony had drawn breath–and shield him with his body. His suit-less body.
Loki wants nothing more than to murder his mortal, but has had to settle their brainless assailant instead. What cruel fate he has been given!
His Anthony is healed now of course, far quicker than the mundane medical skills of this world would have allowed. But Loki is no master of the craft–nor, for that matter, can he be around to strangle his Anthony for his foolish choices at all times of the day.
His Anthony sighs quietly in his sleep but does not wake, presses himself a little closer into Loki’s side. Loki’s glare softens, before immediately returning with new fervour.
Heroes. Loki huffs. And I just had to end up with the worst of the lot.
Somewhere out there, Thor is laughing at him. He just knows it.
Yes, Tony was caught completely off-guard when Loki suddenly kissed him. Yes, he didn’t realise Loki considered their arrangement than anything more than the-occasional-enemy-fuck until Loki almost killed his date (and even then he wasn’t convinced that this was anything but your usual villain attack)
Poor Loki. Nobody gives much thought to the hardships he endures.
Has there ever been a fic post Civil War where Loki is part of the team? And team cap is smugly convinced everything is fine and it’s only a matter of time until Tony forgives them and Loki screws up and gets kicked out…. and then Tony gets deaged and freaks out at the sight of team cap and Loki goes into super protective mode and all of team caps shit, which got swept under the rug, gets dragged into the open?