Not Your Average Soulmate Story {Frostiron}

The Set Up

[Tony POV]

"Next couple please" the lady at the ballot station said, beckoning us to walk to her desk.

"Name, please."

"Anthony Stark."

"And your two is."

"Loki Odinson."

The lady looked directly at Loki "you're Thor's little brother, correct?"

I could tell that Loki didn't like that question but he begrudgingly answered a simple yes.

"So miss, what do you need us to do?"

"Tony you'll stay here and make sure everything is approved and Loki will go into that back room and have any alterations made that you would like."

Loki looked confused and shocked "Alterations? What kind of alterations?" He looked terrified and I figured it would help if I grabbed his hand, but he pulled hit away before I could grab it.

"Loki what's wrong?"

"I disobeyed you I am sorry. I meant no disrespect."

"It's okay Loki." The woman continued to look at me to see what I wanted done.

"Uh alterations... what are my options?"

"Hair style, hair color, eye color, clothing. Which you must select by the way, collar, and tatoo font."

"What is the collar for?"

"It's not a must just some people are into that kind of stuff." It seemed somewhat appealing to me, but when I glanced at Loki I could tell he didn't like the idea of looking like he was owned.

"Can I decide on this, while Loki gets sent into the back room, because there seems to be a line and we have to fly out tonight."

"Yes, sir. Loki please head over to the area on your left. You know the rules, Tony may meet up with you inside is he so desires or he may wait for you at the end."

I looked at Loki and grabbed his hand, this time he didn't pull his hand away.

"I'll wait for you at the end once I'm done here, does that sound good?"

"Whatever you would like, sir." I decided to do something somewhat risky, but who cares about risky. I simply leaned in and gave Loki a peck on the cheek.

"See you later, Loki" and with that he walked away leaving me to decide aspects of his life that he should at least get a say in.

"Tony, have a seat."

[Loki POV]

I stood in that damned line for what felt like hours. My hand came up and grazed my cheek. The kiss. Does that mean that he really does like me. Or was it a ploy to get the desk lady to believe he truly liked me.

My mind was racing a mile a minute when I heard my name being called to enter the unknown back room. What if my one wanted me to cut my hair, walk around nude with a cock cage on (hey people have kinks, I am not one to judge.) but if Anthony was than I would have to bare it.

"Hello are you Anthony Stark's two?"

"Yes I am."

"Well that's great I'm Peter, but most people just call me Quill. I'll be getting you ready to go home today." I simply nodded he seemed to have some spunk and some weird addiction to the eighties based off of his choice in dress.

"You can ask me some questions if you would like. I know the silence is kind of awkward sometimes."

"I really only have one."

"Okay than, throw it at me."

"What did he choose to do to me."

"Uh... let me check my tablet over here. Okay he wanted your hair dealt with, a clean tattoo, and it has specific instructions to not tell you what the clothes are, so I'm afraid you'll have to wait to find out about those."

"Okay than."

"We're gonna start with the tattoo. Feel free to make conversation while we do so. It calms down most people who have never gotten one before."

"Okay." The muscular man walked us over to another area and I simply followed. I glanced around to see many other 2's getting their hair shaved off, having eye color alteration procedures, and some people were getting some... scandalous piercings.

Once me and Quill got to the station I immediately became nervous. I know it may sound vain, but I pride myself on my hair. I love the length and I take quite good care of it.

"Alright, so we're gonna get started is that alright?"

"Yes, I suppose so." I sat nervously my hands fidgeting with the fabric of my sleeve. I know I'm not getting anything dramatic done... or at least I hope not.

"Um Loki could you stop moving I don't want to mess anything up."

"Yeah, sorry. Are you a one or two?"

"Technically a two, but my one passed away, so I had to come work here since I wasn't old enough to go to the retirement center and I didn't want a new one."

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No you're fine it's been a while, so I'm okay to talk about it."

" No I don't want to push boundaries." It then when silent the only sound was the snipping of the scissors.

"Okay Loki you're done. Now follow me to the tattoo table." Slowly but surely I made my way to the tattoo table. Every 2 had to get one, its matching with their significant other to signify that they were taken, kind of like a wedding ring in a sense.

"Uh, where is the tattoo going?"

"On your wrist." Immediately I let out a sigh of relief I'm just thankful that it wasn't some super embarrassing spot.

I then felt the needle inject itself into my skin, over and over for about 30 minutes when Quill pulled the tattoo gun away, wrapped up the work and gave an affirming "done".