@battcries-included continued from here
Okay. So here’s the thing. Loki was a good guy now, right? That’s what Thor kept telling everyone who so much as squinted at him. He was a good guy. And nobody else was around. And he’d been ostentatiously flirting for quite long enough to make his intentions clear (though in Tony’s mind, 30 seconds of flirting was enough to check that box). And all of that was a lot easier to remind himself of when he had a nice scotch warming his belly.
No, he wasn’t drunk when he smirked at the demigod, stepping closer. But he’d grossly exaggerate the amount of liquor he’d consumed at the first sign of teasing from Loki or the other facility inhabitants. After all, when you’re pushing up onto the balls of your feet to kiss a guy that once threw you out the window, it’s best to have a reasonable excuse if said guy’s much beefier brother should come back any time soon.
They had lost track of where the majority of the party had moved, too wrapped up in their teasing of one another. All right, perhaps the tiniest fraction of Loki’s brain had noted the gradual peeling away as others lost interest in their banter or had caught wind of a game that had started up in the next room, but he had no plans to disengage from whatever this was.
Past allegiances aside, Loki liked Stark. He was fun, witty, and infectious. He was also distracting in his looks. This was a recipe for keeping the god’s attention. He enjoyed bothering him. It was a welcome surprise, then, that Tony responded to his half-jest by leaning up and kissing him.
And it was unreasonably good. It drew a grin from him and he hoped he could mask the bubbling desire this had unwittingly sparked. “I’m big enough to admit you’re not untalented in that area.”
