Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

You Make Me Strong

Tony was petrified. He didn't know how Loki would feel. Had he ever been on a date before? Probably. He was over a thousand years old. He'd probably been on hundreds of dates. Would this one even compare? Tony was bricking it. He didn't want to let the god down. Loki was probably used to being showered in gifts, being constantly bowed down to, knelt to, even. Tony was normally materialistic, he'd normally buy his favourite people everything he could, but he didn't feel like he had to with the god. He felt as if he should, but did Loki seem to mind? Not really.

Loki watched his soulmate suspiciously. He knew that something was going on. He knew that Tony was worried about something, but any time he asked he was shut down. On the jet, the mechanic had been bouncing his leg and now in the car, he was tapping his fingers on his leg. It was worrying the god. Loki desperately wanted to help, but how could he when Tony wouldn't tell him what was wrong?

The car stopped outside the house, it being right at the edge of a cliff and away from civilisation. It was completely isolated, but it was beautiful. Loki couldn't help but smile at the view, seeing the sea. He hadn't seen the sea in so long. He got out of the car, his eyes wide as he inspected the view. Tony watched with a grin. At least he'd gotten that part right. He walked to the gods' side, his eyes never leaving his soulmate.

"This view is beautiful," Loki said, inspecting the waves with such excitement.

"Eh, not as beautiful as mine," Tony replied.

The god turned to look at Tony to see where he was looking, only to laugh when he realised. The mechanics' smile only grew. He hadn't seen Loki laugh so genuinely in so long. He'd done well, he thought, to have planned a getaway. He was just hoping that it would really help the god.

"You truly are something, my love." Loki smiled happily.

"Yeah, I try." Tony chuckled softly as he went to the boot to grab their bags.

They didn't pack much, the house was stocked anyway, all they really needed was some of Loki's bits. Equally, Tony was expecting his clothes that were already there to start to go missing too. The god had a spell to change the sizes of objects, which led to a lot of Tony's clothes growing in order to be oversized on the trickster. The mechanic didn't complain, he found it cute. After a bit of bickering on who would carry the bags in, they settled on taking two each. They were both as stubborn as each other and they'd learnt to meet each other halfway where they needed to.

"Do you come here often?" Loki asked curiously, examining the building as they walked towards the door.

"Not anymore. I used to live here, popped into the tower whenever I needed to, but... switched it about two years ago," Tony replied.

He and Pepper used to live there. He offered the place to her when they broke up, but she refused. They were still on good terms, luckily. Tony didn't know what he'd do without his best friend. She'd always been there for him, no matter what. He was sad when they broke up, but he knew that it would never work. He knew that they were destined to fail romantically. He'd accepted that long before they broke up.

"It's beautiful," Loki said, standing by the mechanics' side as he unlocked the door.

"Welcome home, baby!" The mechanic grinned as he pushed the door open, revealing the interior.

Loki followed the human in, looking around with a smile. It was quaint, he thought. Definitely more exquisite than the tower in its own way. The tower was technological, big, a statement, whereas the house was big and noticeable, it was secluded, and the inside was modern with an elegant twist. It was truly Tony.

"This truly is beautiful," Loki said with a smile.

Success, Tony thought. The god liked it and he hadn't even seen the surprise yet. Tony was ecstatic. He'd never cared so much about what people thought before, but Loki... He valued his opinion over everyone else's. He was making it his personal mission to show the god how loved he was, completely disregarding his own health to do so. Was it healthy? No. What did Tony do that was even mildly healthy? He went for the occasional run. Those runs were primarily running away from either his problems or people who wanted to kill him, but they were runs nevertheless.