Anthony Stark was sitting on a bar stool in his bedroom when the first roar of thunder shook through the house. As to why he dragged a bar stool all the way into his room, even he didn't understand and probably wouldn't for a while judging by the amount of alcohol he had consumed that evening. He took another sip of whatever was at the bottom of his shot glass before falling of the stool and onto his ass.

"Damn thing," he said. Slowly he got on his knees and proceeded to stand up before falling again miserably.

Suddenly the drunken man began to feel a presence in the room. Or maybe he was too far under the influence and his brain was beginning to play tricks on him. Either way, Tony saw the figure of the one and only Loki Laufeyson staring down at him with bright green eyes.

"Need a hand?" He stretched his arm outwards and offered Tony help, which he gladly took advantage of.

"Thank you," Tony mumbled out when he was finally on his two feet. Loki still had to hold him up and guide him towards the bed, but other than that Tony seemed to be making progress.

"No problem," Loki answered. "Now answer me this; I thought you were over drinking. What made you so…drunk tonight?"

Tony shook his head and plopped down onto the incredibly soft and large mattress. "I think the question is…what I want to know…is why the great Loki Laufeyson decided to help me?" he asked and raised a finger to point accusingly.

"Well first off Stark, you just called me 'great.' Correct me if I'm wrong, but you just complimented me. And as to why I want to help you, that does not need to be said," the god answered.

Tony only shrugged and began clawing at his undershirt in hopes of getting it over his head. After several attempts, he decided he would not be able to get it off without help. He looked up at Loki with what he hoped were gentle and pleading eyes.

"Can you help me with this, too?" he asked hopefully.

Loki sighed. After a brief moment of hesitation, he extended his arms and grabbed the bottom of Tony's shirt to lift it over his head. Normally he would use magic to do this task, but he felt too worn out both mentally and physically to use any more magic at this point.

After the shirt was off, Loki stared at the foreign object implanted in Tony's chest. Sure, he had seen it before, but he never understood what it was used for.

"That's much better," Tony said out loud, not noticing Loki staring at his chest.

The god cleared his throat and managed to look away at the other side of the room. It was only now that Stark had began to pay attention to Loki's features for the first time that night. Even though he was completely drunk out of his mind, he noticed that the god looked…sad. More so than usual.

"What are you staring at, Stark?" Loki asked rather harshly without looking at the other man.

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Okay, so maybe Tony shouldn't be so smart with the God of Mischief when he was alone with him and completely defenseless, but he was kind of getting a kick out of it.

Loki shrugged. "Yes, I suppose so," he said with a sigh. "I must ask you again; why did you decide to drink tonight?" He turned towards Tony again.

"Why did you help me?"

The god shook his head. "I've already told you that does not need an answer to it."

"Why are you so sad?"

This question caught Loki off guard. "What did you say?" His eyes snapped up to meet Tony's.

"Why do you look so depressed? You aren't like this usually, you know? The look on your face when you had to accept Thor's request to stop destroying everything doesn't even come close to the one you have now," Tony said, momentarily confused at the rather long sentence he just spoke.

Loki shrugged once again and looked down, away from Tony's eyes. "I want something I can't have."

Stark chuckled lightly and ended up laughing. "Don't we all?" The fog in his head was beginning to clear slightly, something he was thankful for. If he was going to be alone with Loki, he would want to be as sober as possible so he wouldn't say something to provoke him in any way. Even if the damn guy did say he would stop being so crazy all the time.

The god smiled sadly. "Yes, I suppose so. The thing is," he paused once he noticed he has Tony's attention. "The thing is, I would do almost anything to have this…thing."

Stark nodded slightly even though he had no idea at all where this conversation was going. Before he could control himself, he patted at the space next to him and motioned for Loki to sit next to him. He looked at the space on the mattress hesitantly before giving in and carefully sitting down. To his surprise, Tony put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sure that you will have this – whatever it is – if you keep wanting it. Just…act, my friend. You," he said while pointing a finger from the opposite hand at Loki, "are a good man, Loki Laufeyson."

Loki chuckled lightly. "You're very drunk, Tony," he said. Only two seconds after the words were out of his mouth did he realize that he called him Tony. Not Mr. Stark, not Stark, and not Anthony.

Thankfully, Tony didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he didn't care that Loki had called him Tony. Either way, it worked out best for Loki.

"But tell me, what is it that you want?" he asked with slurred words.

The god sighed and scowled at the man. "I'm sorry Tony, but trying to have a conversation with you while you're drunk is really quite annoying. Please, don't hate me for this," he said and flicked his hand.

Tony had to blink several times to be sure that he was not imagining this. There was no fog left in his head and he could produce complete thoughts. Damn Loki, must have killed his buzz, literally.

His suspicions were proved true when the god next spoke.

"Yes, Tony I'm very sorry. It was quite hard to keep a serious conversation with you though. If you were in my place…well I'm sure you'd understand."

Tony scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Now what were we talking about?" He mock looked around the room like he was deep in thought. "Oh! That's right, I was asking you what it was that you wanted!" He acted as if he had discovered something or won a prize. Obviously it was all for show.

Loki only shook his head and cast his eyes down before answering. "Well it's not really a thing, you see. It's a person…"

Tony's eyes grew wide as he tried to suppress a smile. "I'm sorry, but are you admitting that you love someone?"

The god made hushing noises at him and gave him a glare.

"I'll take that as a yes," Tony said with a chuckle.

"You are truly pushing your luck, Tony."

He looked at the god and shrugged. "Pepper's already pissed at me, so I'm sure things can't really get any worse than that."

Loki gave a soft laugh that seemed to echo in Tony's mind. "Why would she be angry with you?"

Once again, Tony shrugged. "I don't know, really. Maybe she's mad because this one girl I've slept with showed up the other night and gave her a hard time. I think her name was…Sally? Or Sandra. Anyway, this woman came and started yelling at Pepper and probably thought she was my wife or something."

The god had gone stiff at his side and developed a cold expression on his face. Tony silently wondered why Loki had this action, but decided it would be better to keep that thought to himself. The light feeling in the air that occurred when Loki had laughed and smiled had left by the time Tony was done talking, leaving the room with an unnaturally cold feeling.

"Would you ever marry Miss Potts?" Loki asked and looked to the man beside him.

"Me?" Tony replied, obviously confused. "No, I don't think I would. We were together, once, but she deserved better." He chuckled sadly to himself and looked down as his hand wrapped around each other. "They all deserve better."

"Have you ever wanted to settle down with someone?" the god asked.

Tony gave a short sigh before looking into the god's eyes. "No. Well, once actually. It didn't work out. Truthfully, I don't think I'll ever meet a match for myself. It'll just be me and JARVIS, ain't that right buddy?" he asked directing the question to the ceiling.

A disembodied voice answered the man. "Of course, Tony. But I don't think you really understand where this is going."

"Where what's going?" he accidentally asked out loud causing Loki to shake his head and chuckle. Tony met his eyes again and damn, were they beautiful.

Before he even noticed, Tony was staring into those eyes. Loki knew it as well, and decided that if he were ever going to, now would be the best time. After a moment's hesitation, he reached a hand towards Tony's face and rested it on the side, right below his right ear. Slowly and very, very carefully, as if he were approaching a skittish animal, he leaned closer and closer until his lips were only centimeters away from the other man's. He paused and waited to see if Tony would pull away, which he never did. After a moment, the man's eyes closed and Loki took this as an invitation and lightly pushed his lips up to his love's.

Loki had, of course, expected a horrified reaction from Stark. He had planned on the man pushing him away and screaming at him to get out. He thought he would call the other Avengers and tell them he was trying to kill him. But even though Loki was hardly ever wrong, he was completely incorrect with his predictions about Tony's reaction.

The other man pushed his lips against the god's, but carefully so. As if he were afraid that Loki would pull away as well. There was no rush in the kiss, it was gentle. Loki began leaning farther and farther onto Tony's chest and Tony found himself leaning backward onto the bed. He no longer sat, but lay on the mattress with the weight of the other on him.

The god put his knees on both sides of Tony's hips and began to kiss him with more force. He bit down softly on Tony's lower lip, causing a small moan to come from the back of his throat. Loki smiled into the kiss at the sound and began to pull away. Tony copied Loki's action, but reluctantly. He opened his eyes and found that the god was still smiling on top of him. The light, warm sensation was flooding back into the room to replace that awful cold feeling.

Tony smiled at up at him. "You're not a bad kisser, you know?" he asked and rubbed the other man's arms that were placed on both sides of his head. He knew damn well that with a sharp movement, Loki could move his arms and kill him instantly. But he trusted him.

"You're not so bad yourself," he replied. He began to crawl up into a sitting position to get off the opposite side of the bed but Tony's hand caught his wrist.

"Stay," he requested. "Please?"

He let out a fake sigh of exhaustion. "If you truly insist, Mr. Stark."

"Oh, so now we're back to calling me Mr. Stark? I see how it is, Laufeyson."

Loki smiled and proceeded to lie sideways next to the man. To his surprise, Tony scooted closer towards him until his arm made contact with the god's chest. Without thinking, Loki wrapped his arm around Tony's waist to hold him closer, making him let out a sigh. His head was propped up on the pillow perfectly so, Loki just had to plant one more kiss on his lips. It was only a small peck.

Beneath him, Tony began to fall unconscious. His breathing evened out and his face looked more relaxed. Loki noted that he looked innocent in his sleep. He reached his lips down to Tony's ear to say one more thing before he fell asleep completely. He silently hoped to himself that the words would be understood, and that the man would not bring it up in front of the others.

Those words were, "The person I want, it's you, you know? I…I love you, Anthony."

As he lifted his face up and looked down at Tony's expression, he could have sworn he saw a smile play on his lips. Maybe he heard him and maybe he didn't. Loki just had to tell the man he loved him.

A/N: So I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this, but I have a bit of an idea. And it seems that I've been developing such an obsession with this pairing. It's a lot worse than any of my other favorite pairings by far. Superhusbands aren't very bad, but I would much rather prefer Frostiron. And then there's this video on youtube with the song 'Flesh' by Simon Curtis that an amazing person made that is just indescribable and THAT does not help. But it helps me fangirl and I'm not going to lie, I think I watch that video about ten times a die. Yep.

Anyway, enough with the rambling. If you want, review and tell me what you think. It would be very much appreciated. Who knows, I might throw in a cookie for you guys! (Or a quicker update...)