But I love him - Frostiron

Chapter 1

A/N GREETINGS TRASH GOBLINS 

This takes place directly after the first avengers movie I think. Again this is from my ~closeted undiagnosed mental illness~ days so it's a bit chaotic and a lot trash. But you're welcome to form your own opinions. 

Okay have fun and stay slutty xx

I stared at him. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, his hair exactly the right amount of tousled, just enough to look natural but not messy. He was also reasonably cut, which, I SHOULD NOT BE NOTICING. At all. I strode towards him, this billionaire genius, trying to stop staring at his lips. Tony Stark was not someone who I should have been thinking about quite as much as I did.

"Want a drink?" The question took me by surprise. "Um... No, thank you," I said, sounding more unsure than I would have liked. "You sure? Well, I'm having one anyways." Tony replied casually. "Look Reindeer Games, I don't know what you're planning here, but you've managed to piss off every single one of the avengers, and that isn't something that you wanna do. Y'know, seeing as we have your brother, the demigod, a super soldier, a man with breathtaking anger issues, two master assassins, and me, Iron Man. If I were you, I'd start running."

"I have an army!" I shot at him.

"We have a hulk." He returned, striding towards me.

"Well, let's see how well your precious team of avengers does against me when I have you by my side, fighting them as my slave." I sneered, lifting my staff and placing the tip to his chest, right above his heart. Ordinarily, he would have been bent to my will in an instant, his eyes turning the frosty blue of one under my control. But there was simply a dull clang as he sipped his drink, completely nonplussed. I tried again. Nothing. "This usually works." I said in confusion. Never once had my staff failed me yet. "Well, there are some performance issues, success rate of about five percent..." Tony grimaced at me sarcastically. I grabbed his face, nearly lifting him up off the floor due to how much shorter than me he was. It took all that I had not to lean in and kiss him...... Wait. Kiss him? Kiss my enemy, Tony freaking Stark? No way. I threw him to the floor, and he slid sideways across the room. His cocky manner was gone now. He seems alarmed at my sudden aggressive display. "JARVIS," he said tersely, "Deploy the Mark VII!" I grabbed his face again, pulling him a little closer to me this time. He smelled like shampoo and some kind of Midgardian fruit that I couldn't place.... He repeated his earlier command with slightly more vigour. "JARVIS deploy now!" I lifted him higher, closer to me, and still he was unable to break my grip. I knew I was really strong. Strong enough to easily lift him with one hand. I pushed back my longing to take Tony and run far away to somewhere we could be alone, not enemies, but friends. I knew what had to be done, so I let out a tiny sigh, and chucked him out the window. He was falling for less than a minute, still frantically yelling at the AI to DEPLOY something. Mark.....Someone? An object barrelled past me, crashing through another window. Damn, that would take a while to repair. And then I realised. The red-and-gold metal thing was one of Tony's suits. I let out a whoosh of air in relief that he would be okay. Relief? I knew that Stark being Stark would have put in safety protocols, but still...

He flew back up, and I twisted my smile into one of malice. "Still alive, Anthony?" I asked him rhetorically. He smirked back at me. Well, I imagined he did, that horrible mask was covering his beautiful face from mine. "I told you you'd pissed me off." He said. I was still dancing with relief inside that he was alive, and it took me a while to realise that he was aiming his blasters at me.

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Later, when the council has fired the nuke. Loki's POV still.

I stared in horror at the screen I was watching the scene through. A nuke? That was a Midgardian thing that exploded stuff, or I thought so... I turned to Selvig. "You. A nuke blows things up, am I correct?"