MARVEL one-shots

Frostiron #1

So this is obviously a frostiron one-shot, I don't think there will be any smut in this chapter, let me know if you want it for later chapters. So this shot takes place in a universe where the attack on New York never happened, but Thor somehow still got to earth and became a part of The Avengers. But now he's back on Asgard, until one day he get a problem with Loki, and he needs The Avengers' help to solve it. Or, more specifically, he need Tony's help. This shot will contain Jotun!Loki, because, hey, who doesn't love Jotun!Loki? ;)

Tony Stark was standing in his big, open livingroom with the huge glasswindows, thunder crackling outside the tower. Even though the tower these days no longer were the Stark Tower, but the Avengers Tower, he was the only one in the building. After he and Pepper had broken up, she didn't want to live in the tower anymore, so she moved out. They were still good friends though, they just didn't work as a pair. Natasha and Clint were out doing some stuff for S.HI.E.L.D. and Thor was back on Asgard. So Tony was pretty much all alone. He would probably never admit it, but he kind of missed having the rest of the team hanging around.

He had been testing some new stuff for his suit; he still got a piece of armor left on his right arm and hand. He was fixing some of the tech on the gauntlet, when suddenly there was a loud boom of thunder, and a flash lighted up the sky for a moment. Tony chuckled quietly.

"Easy there, Big Guy." he muttered to himself. "Loki's being a bitch again?" Even though he had never met Thor's little brother, he knew quiet much about the guy. Thor never seemed to stop talking about him. Most of the time he would talk about how intelligent Loki was, or how talented he was with his magic, but every now and then he would slip, and complain about all the tricks and lies Loki had pulled over the years. And, boy, these were many years. Tony didn't know how old the two brotherly gods were, but he did know that they had to be at least 1000 years old.

Suddenly Tony was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of glass shattering, and Thor came crashing through the glasswindow.

"EASY THERE BIG GUY!" he screamed at Thor, covering his head with is arms. "What the HELL, Thor?!" He turned around, facing the Norse god. He then realised that he was still wearing the gauntlet, and so he quickly took it off.

"I am much sorry, Man of Iron, but I need your help." Thor's voice seemed to, as always, sound unnaturally loud compared to others, but by now Tony had gotten used to it.

"With what?! You come in here, destroying my livingroom, and for what? My HELP? Thor, you know I'm not exactly good at helping!" Tony answered him.

"But you are the most clever one on the team."

"Well, I can't argue with that, but why me?! Why not Bruce?! He's pretty smart too, you know?"

Thor seemed uncomfortable, and he shifted his weight from side to side, before finally answering.

"I do not think it would be wise for me to go to the doctor. I am afraid his uh...other side might not be helpful for me now." He said.

"What DO you need my help for anyway? You still hasn't told me that." It was then that Tony noticed that during their whole conversation, Thor had been turned against him, like he was trying to cover something with his back. That something seemed to cause him a bit of a struggle, since he had problems with keeping still.

"Well..." Thor was just about to explain, when he all of a sudden lost the grip on the thing he tried to cover. Out from behind him a tall, slim, yet muscular, figure with blue skin stumbled, clearly having trouble with the balance. He was dressed in a pair of rather tight black pants and a forest green shirt, with bloodred eyes and long, black hair. But the hair wasn't the only thing on his head: two big, curved beautiful grey horns were there too, like a crown. But they seemed to weight him down, like he wasn't used to having them there.