Frostiron AU where Tony winds up at a party on Sakaar:
“Oh shit, I’m in trouble.” Stay cool stay cool stay cool, Tony chants in his head as Loki approaches him, a nonchalant persona firmly in place after that first surprised reaction. Courtiers of all shapes, sizes and colors, wearing truly ridiculous outfits jostle in front of him. Loki nimbly sidesteps all of them with a smile and a few soft words, so utterly and completely different from when he lead the invasion. Tony’s heart rate picks up.
“What in the Nine Realms are you doing here, Stark?” Loki says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. His posture is relaxed, but the grip he has around that ridiculous little martini glass is tense.
“I could ask you the same thing, Lazarus,” Tony smiles back, mirroring Loki’s pleasant expression, “Or is coming back from the dead just a hobby for you?”
Something ugly flashes through Loki’s eyes, a shadow of a memory. But his smile stays firmly in place.
“If it is, it is not one I meant to take up,” Loki’s tone is light and airy. Dismissive. His eyes bore into Tony’s, the warning in them clear. Right. Touchy subject.
“How else does anyone get here? I was investigating some weird readings in New York which lead me to Norway of all places and fell through a damn portal. Say, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
Tony knows damn well Loki should. There’d been a Bifrost imprint on the grass there clear as day, along with readings that were suspiciously similar to Mjolnir. He’d hoped to find Thor at the end of this particular rollercoaster. Figures he’s bumped into someone that is supposed to be dead instead. Sakaar, home of the lost and abandoned indeed. What does that say about him then?
Loki is about to reply when his already pale complexion pales further. He knocks back his drink and pastes the fakest smile Tony has ever seen on his face into place. He grabs Tony’s hand, ignoring Tony’s racing heart. Surely even in this madhouse Loki won’t kill him in public?
“Follow my lead and you might just survive this,” he breathes. Tony can barely hear him over the music.
“Loki, who’s your new friend?”
Well shit. He just can’t catch a break, can he, he thinks as the Grandmaster shimmies his way towards them. He’s pretty sure he can usually talk his way out of anything without Loki’s help, but the Goblin King is insane and has weird powers Tony doesn’t even want to think about.
So Tony relaxes in Loki’s hold and eases into his playboy persona that has gotten him out of many similar, but much more mundane situations.
Shadow In The Light 