tonystarkfucksaround:

geekinglikeaboss:

oh just fuck me up NOW why don’t you?

He liked to watch him sleep.

Okay that sounds creepy. But it really was way less creepy when Tony did it.

He always got the sensation that Loki, when awake, was constantly on display for the world. He had a cosmic role to fulfill and seemed at every moment to play it well. Whether that was a witty rogue, the arrogant prince, the charming trickster. These were the parts assigned to him for so long by others that he had just assumed them a part of his own personality.

But not everyone got to see him with his hair down. His curly, bouncy hair that tangled from a door closing.

Tony felt a little privileged that he got to be there for it. Besides, he knew a little something about fulfilling societies expectations of you.

So right now, in the dark room with nothing but the cold electronic lights of New York, he could look down at a face without a troubled brow. Tony strokes a curl away from the cheekbones and Loki sucked in through his nose, settling back into the pillows. Just being allowed this close to the man in the afterglow was something special. But sleeping next to him felt golden.

Tony slid his arm down Loki’s, not looking for anything but to feel the coolness of the jotun skin on his own. The eyelashes fluttered but he didn’t waken.

He’d told the god not to pretend with him. Now if he could just stop playing it with himself.

Wow, that’s amazing, and that’s a ficlet to the art to my story! It makes me somehow weirdly proud since I have some part now in its existence :DD