Everybody Wants to Rule the World // Frostiron

Should I Stay or Should I Go // Chapter 11

    Out of all of the seven virtues, temperance was not one that applied to Loki. Out of sheer boredom one drink became seven. Thankfully, the Asgardian's body dealt differently with Midgardian liquor but not to the point where the god wasn't drunk; in fact, he was shitfaced. He sat dumbly at Tony Stark's kitchen table finishing a poorly made Jack and Coke. 

    "Loki?" Stark's voice echoed from around the corner. "Where'd you go? You need to be resting."

    As he rounded the corner, Loki cheered, "Anthony!"

    "Fucking hell," Tony muttered. "How'd you get into my liquor cabinet? I locked that up after... an incident."

    The god flashed a signature mischievous grin. "I picked the lock."

    "How?"

    For a moment the god stared blankly forward. "Well, Anthony, to be completely honest - ha! Honesty! Not really my thing is it? Anyway, I don't know."

    "You don't know?" Tony muttered. "God damn. Fine, but we have to get you sobered up. As I was coming to tell you, Natasha is coming to retrieve some new tech."

    "Sober? Come on tin man! The party's just getting started! Come, have a drink with me!" He hiccupped.

    "Nope. Come on, if Natasha gets here and finds you nearly black-out drunk we're both fucked."

    Loki laughed and uncharacteristically high-pitched sound. "Fucked? Well, that'd be quite nice, wouldn't it?"

    "Get up," Tony said, approaching the god unsurely. "If Natasha sees you like this she'll assume you're a threat or she'll assume I'm not doing a well enough job containing you- she'll contact Fury.. He'll send you off to some dank cell, you don't want that, do you?"

    Loki sat back, crossing his legs and arms like a very serious pretzel. "I see," he said thoughtfully, suddenly sounding a lot more 'there' in the head. "I guess I wouldn't like that, but isn't that a win for you, Stark?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "Well, I'm out of your hair. Wouldn't you like to be free of your enemy - a potential threat to your life once I heal up?" Loki enthused, standing up and spreading his arms in a dramatic fashion. "You do know one day I'll be back to normal? I won't be weak forever. I'll be godly one day. Shouldn't you want me caged before then?"

    Tony began to slowly back off. "Are you saying you plan to do the Battle of New York 2.0? You plan to harm me?"

    "Battle of New York 2.0? Why would I do that? That's simply silly! As I said, my egomania was only partially to blame for that debacle. I don't quite see the point of world domination anymore, though I wouldn't mind some more power. That's beside the point. Obviously I don't have any evil plans anymore! I don't know who the fuck I am anymore! The point is- you should think I do. You should want me gone."

    Loki moved closer to the billionaire, brushing his hand against the other mans cheek and examining his face. His voice lowered to a careful whisper, "But you don't."

    The god stepped away, leaving Tony caught off-guard. "Why don't you want me gone?" Loki continued. "Does having a sorry excuse of a god under your care make you feel better about yourself? Do you pity me? Or, oh! Oh, Stark. Or do you like  me?"

    Tony scrambled to defend himself but any words he attempted came out a scrambled mess of syllables. Loki smirked. "Oh, you like me, but your reaction points to more. Oh, sweet Anthony."

    "What are you saying?" Tony asked defensively.

    Loki, still exceedingly drunk, chuckled dryly, "I should've noticed earlier. The body language, the flushed face, the stumbling over words. Oh, love, you're attracted to me. Quite the narrative, isn't it? Dumbstruck by the god who tried to kill you? How hot."

    "No, no," Tony deflected. "You're fine. I guess you're not as bad as I thought, but I'm not-. I wouldn't-"

    He was cut off by a pair of lips pressing onto his own. In seconds, he found himself pressed against the wall once again- this time in completely different circumstances. The liquor on the god's breath was potent, but without thinking, Tony found himself reciprocating. For a few moments - before Tony's brain caught up with his instincts- he found himself interlocked in a passionate kiss with someone he wanted so badly to hate.

    In a surge of clarity, he pushed the god away. Burying his face in his hands, he managed to say, "Stop, no. You're drunk. This is wrong. You're a prisoner and I'm, well, not interested. You're evil and I'm good and this is bad. This is very very bad. And... and I don't like men anyway."

    When Tony looked back up Loki was somehow already passed out on the couch in the adjacent room. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, rapidly pacing the floor before taking action.

    First things first, clean up the glasses and liquor bottles before Natasha arrived and assumed the worst. Next, get Loki a blanket. Then, ponder all of his life decisions before Natasha arrived and try and figure out why, that is, why he wanted to kiss Loki again.