Hi guys...

So this is mostly an apology drabble. I wrote it some time ago, and I figured I should upload something to make up for my absence.

I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. He Is Coming has been my priority, and school before that. So here; I hope you like it~

I still own nothing...

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go."

"Yes. Thank you for your input, Stark."

"Oscar Wilde said that. I think you're more the second type. So, if you wouldn't mind leaving, that'd be great."

Loki rolled his eyes and pulled the glass from Tony's hand.

"I don't think so. I doubt my presence could cause any more misery than you are already in."

Tony made a futile effort to grab at the glass, ending up half-lying in Loki's lap.

"Not true," he muttered petulantly. "Give me back my scotch."

Loki smirked, before uttering an absolute "No."

And then the glass was gone, and Tony was upright with a lap full of mischievous god.

Tony pushed him off. Or tried to, but his wrists were caught by strong hands, his lips subsequently caught by wicked, wicked…

No.

Tony pinched his lips together and pulled back, glaring angrily.

"I'm mad at you, remember?"

Loki laughed softly.

"I know, Stark. But that's no reason to drink yourself into a stupor."

There was a brief struggle as Tony tried once more to get free. Loki simply pulled him closer, pressing his finger briefly to the drunk billionaire's temple.

Brown eyes unfocussed, and re-focused, before a venomous glare met amused green orbs.

"I hate that spell."

Loki laughed softly.

"No. You just hate being sober."

"Basically the same thing. Now get off me. I'm mad at you."

Once more, Loki shook his head.

"I'm here to apologise, Anthony."

The genius froze.

"Please repeat that."

The Trickster rolled his eyes.

"You heard me. I refuse to repeat it."

There was a brief hesitation, a moment of internal struggle, before Tony attached his lips to the god's.

Silence reigned for long moments, before Tony glared once more.

"You do know that was my favourite car, right?"

"Yes Anthony."

"And you do know that you repairing the damage with magic doesn't change the fact you crashed it, right?"

"Yes Anthony."

"And you are aware that you are never going to drive one of my cars again, aren't you."

"Certainly dear."

"And you do-"

"Tony."

There was a glare as Loki interrupted him, but the god widened his eyes, a looked down at the inventor through lowered lashes.

He lowered his voice, and bent to Tony's ear.

"I do believe I have to make it up to you."

In Tony's mind, they couldn't make it to the bedroom fast enough.

Again, I'm so sorry. For any of you who follow He Is Coming as well, I'm sorrier still.

The latest chapter is in progress, and it's a big one, but I also lost half of it when my laptop died, so I'm still building it up.

This is my final year of high school, so I really need to focus on that, and I've had little spare time, but I have been working on it. I promise. I hope to see you all soon~