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you wouldnt dare

"Watch where you're flicking that batter, Stark," Loki huffed, hiding his face with the cookie pan as Tony haphazardly flung gooey dough around as he mixed.

They ended up baking cookies first. No dinner, no room set ups, nothing. Cookies took first place.

"Not watching," Tony replied, a clump of batter flying out the bowl and landing on Lokis fingers. The tricksters anger boiled, but his smile grew as well.

"If one more clump of that gets anywhere near me, Anthony, I swear to the gods.."

Tony smirked and continued mixing. It carried on as normal for a few minutes, and the batter became fully mixed. So they went to making little balls of cookie, placing them on the pan.

They felt odd.

"How's this one look," Tony asked, bringing Lokis attention to the cookie batter he rolled up.

"It-"

Tony pressed it onto Lokis face. The trickster froze.

Oh, it was on.

Loki grabbed a handful of the cookie dough and smudged it across Tony's face in return, and soon all plans of actually cooking were abandoned in favour of seeing who could cover who in the most sugary batter.

After ten minutes of dodging hands and rolling around on the floor, they finally took a breather, panting and wiping food from their faces.

"Call it a draw," Tony said finally, causing Loki to smirk.

"A draw? Too scared I'll win if this continues?"

"In your dreams. I win at everything."

Loki narrowed his eyes. "Maybe because you're a stubborn git- not because you have any real talent."

Snorting out a laugh, Tony wiped cookie dough from his face. "That's what I am, eh? Well maybe I'm just too stubborn to let this end." He grabbed the carton of eggs, causing Loki to slowly rise to his feet.

"You wouldn't," he threatened.

"Oh, I would," Tony replied steadily, and after a split second, Loki was sprinting away from Tony, who had begun to pelt him with the eggs without mercy. And after all the eggs were used, he ran back to grab the bag of flour.

He caught up to the trickster quickly, knocked him to the floor, and held the bag threateningly above his head. Loki went to grab it, only for his hands to be caught and restrained.

"You wouldnt dare," he said again, green eyes bearing into brown. Tony smirked.

"Oh, I would," he repeated. Sensing his defeat, he closed his eyes and succumbed to his punishment, vaguely wondering how and why he'd become so comfortable around Tony so quickly. Tony turned the bag over, covering Loki in flour, as well as parts of himself.

After a few seconds, Loki coughed, sending flour flying up, turning his head to the side. He shook his head much like a dog, the powder falling from his black hair, coating the floor even more. Tony let his hands go and Loki rested them across his stomach.

"Do we have enough left for the cookies, Anthony?"

There was a pause, then the mumble of, "Shit." as Tony seemed to remember what started this all in the first place. Loki chuckled quietly, and Tony's eyes snapped to lock onto his. "Did you just laugh?"

"..Yes? Why is that so surprising?"

Tony stood, helping Loki to his feet as they brushed flour from their clothes. "I've never heard that kind of laugh from you."

"I'm sure I've laughed loads around you."

"Yeah, but that was, like, manic. This one was like a giggle kind."

"Why are you so focused on my laughter," Loki snapped. "We've made a mess, best clean it up quickly." Tony grinned, not minding the harsh tone since he could see the others cheeks burning furiously.

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