Hi!
This oneshot was requested by @chaoticchild
Happy birthday sweetie! I hope you had a lovely day so far! :)
Enjoy reading!
Xx
Also, contains some explicit language at the end... :D
Tony Stark liked the things big.
So, when you said you wanted a small party with only a couple of friends, he saw it as a joke.
Without your permission, he invited random people all over New York. That's why Stark Tower was swarming with sweating people crowding the bar, which had you sandwiched between Natasha and Wanda.
'Have another drink, Y/N,' Natasha insisted, shoving the alcohol in your hands. You shook your head, a smile bedecking your lips.
'No, I really mustn't,' you protested, already feeling your mind was getting clouded.
'It's your birthday, have a little fun,' Wanda said while she poked you in the side. You glared at her.
'I'm having-lll' you got interrupted when Natasha brought the glass to your lips and you were forced to gulp down the liquid it contained.
'There we go,' she said once she lowered the empty glass. You blinked a few times to snap out of your daze.
'Alright, let's have another drink,' you said. Wanda and Natasha cheered and ordered some more drinks. But as it didn't go as quick as you wanted, Natasha jumped over the bar and made your drinks herself, receiving a glare from the man Tony hired.
Your stomach churned and your head spun terribly. You had decided to retreat someplace more quiet, although the beats of the loud music still thrummed in your ears.
You entered the kitchen and went straight to the sink, emptying your stomach.
'My, my, this is nasty,' a silky voice purred. He held your hair up when you were throwing up.
You spit the last bit out and wiped your mouth with the back if your hand. Eyeing the very real Loki in front of you.
'Uhm, hi,' you mumbled as he let go of you so you could find a glass of water. You held a hold of your head as you meandered away from him.
'Let me help you, love,' he said as he poured some water in a glass.
'Thanks,' you mumbled. 'Gosh, I'm so drunk.' You yawned and took a sip from the glass.
You were a tired drunk and right now, you wanted a bed.
Loki seemed to read you perfectly.
'Let's get you to bed.' You nodded and trotted behind him as he started walking to the bedrooms.
'By the way,' he said as he looked over his shoulder with a smile. 'Happy birthday. I haven't had a chance to catch you.' You gave him a tired smile.
'Yeah, yeah, thanks. I suppose,' you muttered, rubbing your eyes. He snickered and turned around so he faced you.
He bend down and let his arm slid under your knees while the other supported your back. You yelp and held on to him tight.
'What are you doing?' you asked, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.
'I'm carrying you to your bedroom. It's your birthday once a year, so being the lovely creature that I am, I'm doing you a favour.' You smiled.
'You're a softie,' you told him with a grin. He scowled at you.
