Everybody Wants to Rule the World // Frostiron

These Boots Are Made For Walking // Chapter 5

    "Which car would you prefer?"

    "I don't have a preference," Loki said. "I'd prefer to get out of here as fast as possible, every moment in your clothing is agony."

    "I'll take extra care in picking out a ride then, might even take thirty minutes."

    "Fine!" the god cried in frustration. "This one!"

    He hadn't even looked where he was pointing. Stark replied, "Really? That's an oldie. Not really my style."

    Loki took a chance to actually look at the car. Surprisingly, it was more his style than any other car. "Which only proves you have repulsive style, tin man. What kind of car is this?"

    "1957 Chevy Bel Air. Why do you like it? The color?"

    "What can I say? Green's my color."

    "I can tell. What is it? Your persona, your very personality, revolves around being evil and liking green?"

    Loki scoffed, "And yours around being a playboy jackass? There's nothing special about you Stark, save for your money."

    "That's one more thing than you have. Now, get in the car before I break my promise to Fury not to kill you."

    Tony sat himself in the driver's seat. Loki cried out indignantly, "You get to drive?"

    "What? I'm supposed to trust a murderer in an outdated murder machine?"

    Reluctantly, Loki sat in the passengers side but not without murmuring under his breath, "I'm no more of a murderer than you."

    Tony didn't hear. He drove the car out of the garage and directly onto the streets of New York. "Where are we going?"

    Stark replied, "You'll see."

    "You better not even think of taking me wherever you buy your clothes. You have absolutely no sense of style."

    Keeping one hand on the wheel, Tony's hand flew to his chest in a dramatic gesture. "How dare you!"

    "Shut it, Stark." 

     "I would, but see, you're in no position to be making demands. If you make one wrong move, Fury will tear you apart limb by limb, Thor or no Thor, got it?"

    "Got it. However, if I'm going down I'm taking you with me, got it?" Loki spat back, lowering his voice to a dangerous tone.

    "You think you'd be nicer to the man buying your clothes."

    Loki scoffed. "I'm only nice to the men taking off  my clothes, and then again, most of the time I'm not."

    "Then thank god I'm not on the receiving end of your kindness," Tony replied without missing a beat.

    "Yes, thank Odin," Loki echoed.

    The two sat in silence for the rest of the drive; Loki trying to forget his breakdown previously in the day and Stark likewise. After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled in to a street-side parking space. "Let's go," Tony said somewhat unenthusiastically. 

    Loki got out of the car, examining the storefront before him. It certainly looked upscale. "Well, Stark. I guess this wasn't a horrible decision on your part."

    "Come on, let's go inside."

    Loki followed Tony inside and marveled in the glamour of the building. It was clearly built in the 1800's from the intricate architectural style. The shop was lit with intricate crystalline chandeliers and that didn't even begin to describe the wonder of the clothing. On one side of the store, there were stunning velvet suits, ties, and clean pressed button ups. On racks in the back, expensive looking Oxfords, high heels, and even platform boots presented themselves. On the other side of the store, long evening dresses hung elegantly on the rack alongside luxurious jewelry.

    "This is excellent," Loki remarked genuinely, his voice marked with a wisp of wonder. 

    "Pick out a few outfits and try them on, any price, it won't dent my wallet."

    Unable to muster thanks without causing himself to hemorrhage, Loki went around picking out the most luxurious items he could find before heading back to the dressing rooms where Stark sat on a padded bench outside the curtains.

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    Tony sat in mind-numbing boredom while he waited for Loki to get ready to buy the clothing. Loki's voice came from behind the curtain. "I have seven outfits I adore, but there's one I'm unsure of. Can you give me your thoughts?"

    Tony chuckled, "Suddenly you value my fashion opinion?"

    "Certainly not, but I don't want to look like an utter fool."

    "Fine, show me."

    Loki stepped from behind the curtain wearing an emerald green suit, matching tie, black Oxfords, and mostly unbuttoned black undershirt with black tesserae buttons. For a lack of better words, he was stunning. He stood confidently, only selling the outfit more. "Thoughts?"

    "Um, yeah. That's a good one," Tony said though there was a lump in his throat.

    Loki looked down at Tony, a very serious expression taken over his face. "You're sure?"

    Tony looked up, suddenly breathless, a tightness overtaken his chest. "Certain."

    "You'd tell me the truth? Tell me the truth, Stark."

    "It's a good outfit, I promise."

    Loki nodded, turning back into the dressing room and changing back into Tony's spare clothes. "Ready to leave?" he asked, stepping back outside. 

    Regaining his composure, Tony nodded and got hold of the new clothes and shoes in order to pay for them. "Platform boots?"

    Loki nodded seriously. "They're made for walking."