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For most of Loki’s life, the passage of time had been something he’d never truly noticed. The Aesir rarely acknowledged it. They marked the decades and centuries, not individual years. But on one ordinary, unremarkable day, he’d been walking through a Midgardian street when everything had changed.

He’d always liked to visit the mortals, returning every few centuries to observe the changes to their world and technology. He hadn’t found anything interesting this time and had been readying himself to return to Asgard when he’d heard it.

“Loki!”

His name, shouted above a crowd, from a voice he had not known.

He'd turned, confused as a handsome man with tousled brown hair and ill-fitting clothing ran up to him. He looked more rumpled than the others wandering the street, denoting a lack of funds or a rough day.

“God, I’m glad to see you.”

He then smiled. The genuine pleasure and relief brightening the features of his unfamiliar face. But more than that it was his statement which caught Loki off guard. It was so utterly foreign to hear such a phrase from anyone’s lips, even his family.

“And who are you?” He questioned, perplexed yet intrigued.

The man winced, looking sheepish and even frustrated.

“Shit. Right. Time travel. Fuck.” He reached out, grabbing Loki’s jacket as if he had no fear of reprisal or a dagger—as if the man’s only concern was that he might disappear. “Please don’t teleport. I’m Tony and I swear I know you. Well, future you. I’m stuck here. Please, I need your help.”

Time-travel had never been Loki’s forte nor had it been a magic he liked to go anywhere near due to the complicated and destructive outcomes that could come from a single mistake – but: ‘God, I’m glad to see you’.

The man meant it. Whoever this Tony was, he was genuinely happy to see him. And so, it kept Loki from leaving or pulling away.

“You had best explain your situation to me in greater depth.”

“Absolutely. You got a place here, Lokes? Or just passing through? I sort of have a… well it’s a dive, but it’s got my notes but most of it’s in my head. Do you know how hard it is to buy things when your currency was mostly digital? Even the bit of cash I had doesn’t even exist and-”

“I have lodgings,” Loki interrupted, vaguely amused but mostly curious.

Lokes.

Another oddity, but one said so unthinkingly as if it was a common contraction of his name. A common intimacy.

“Course you do, you’ve always said how much you like a good spot, and how you hate letting Thor pick your taverns.”

He followed it with a grin, as if it was a shared joke, but Loki narrowed his eyes; suspicious the way he always was when someone sought him for a conversation only to bring up Thor.

“Then you know him as well?”

“Sure do. Nice guy, great at punching things.” The man fidgeted. “Look, I totally get you’re curious. You always are. But I’d rather talk about being stuck back in time? And your awesome magic and how it can help me get back? Yeah? Please?”

Loki was surprised again.

It was natural that the man would wish to return to an original timeline, and be afraid of disrupting the past, but a dismissal of Thor and a praise to his magic in one sentence? It was rare, nigh unheard of. It also seemed genuine rather than an act of manipulation. The man had said it as openly and unthinkingly as ‘Lokes’.

But it could still be a trick.

Despite having no enemies on Midgard, nor having told anyone of his travel plans. He had not lived so long and gained so few scars by being foolish. Innate wariness found him giving a cursory and subtle examination of the man with seidr. Tony was saturated in time magic, confirming his story, but what could have knocked Loki over was the numerous protection spells layered into his being.

Protection spells he had crafted. Future him. The man was incredibly well warded. But even more shocking was another spell among the others; something with no protective purpose. It was nothing but a beacon, one carved specifically for him. It was a signature, a marker and it plainly said: yes, we, Loki Odinson protect him.

His future self had made certain that he would know it was true.

“Ah, Lokes?” Tony asked. “You okay? You’re doing that far-off magic-search thing.”

Loki startled. He also, for one of the few times in his life, felt lost for words. None save his mother had ever been able to read him so easily.

How close are we? Shield-brothers? Friends, perhaps? More?

Loki wanted to know, but due to the nature of the magic and the fabric of time itself, he couldn’t. But he could help.

“I think we should speak in private,” Loki insisted, his gaze flicking to the side; the mortals nearby were starting to grow curious.

“Right. Good idea. Lead the way.”

Tony continued to smile as he said it - continued to touch. He still acted as if it was a right that he had long held and had no concerns about continuing. Loki had never believed he could ever be so familiar with anyone – and yet, the proof seemed to stand before him.

And so, he accepted what his seidr was telling him: he led the man in the direction of the building he’d let upon Midgard, ready and willing to assist him.

Upon arriving at his lodgings, he and Tony settled in the sitting room. He dismissed the servants that had come with the house and poured them each a glass of Midgardian wine. Tony seemed amused by the whole thing.

“Is something entertaining?” He asked, handing the man his glass.

“Nothing. Just, the tables really have turned now, haven’t they?”

Loki frowned. “How so?”

“Nothing. Shit. Nevermind. I shouldn’t be saying anything at all.”

Of course, just because they both recognised that, it quickly became obvious that Tony wasn’t particularly good at maintaining it.

At first, the man had merely recounted what had happened to him: “Wrong place at the wrong time, if you can believe it. Couple of kids playing with magic when I’m visiting England and bang, here I am. I’m too early to even meet Rogers or my old man. Not that I’m complaining, don’t really want to be in Europe in a few decades.”

He’d also tapped near his chest, explaining the armour that had come with him but, due to timelines, he’d kept it hidden since arriving. Loki had been interested as to what kind of forging the mortal was capable of and just how he disguised it, but had refrained from asking the many questions on his mind.

(And wasn’t that peculiar? Loki rarely found anyone so intriguing, and were he to anticipate anyone capturing his interest he would have expected an elf, not a being that lived only a scant few decades.)

With the majority of his situation explained in the first half hour, Tony had then activated a device on his wrist which had projected some information into the air. He’d shown Loki the readings he’d taken of the spells, how far back they’d flung him and what he was already theorising could return him to his correct timeline. Loki had listened quietly, continually impressed by the device and the man’s understanding of seidr.

Sipping on his second glass, he’d commented, “You are very knowledgeable for a non-practitioner.”

Tony flashed a grin.

“Well, it helps that I had a great teacher.”

“Oh?” Loki enquired, interested to know how commonplace the craft had become on Midgard. “Who taught you?”

While he could not be certain he would know their name, he wondered if some elf had settled upon the planet and had taken on curious students. He’d taught a few on Alfheim; perhaps one of his students had left their home world?

Tony looked amused as if he had alighted on a fine joke.

“Oh, I don’t know. You.”

“Me?”

“In case it wasn’t obvious, Lokes, we’re pretty good friends.”

A mystifying concept, but one that Loki was forced to concede was becoming more obvious with every interaction and time spent in the man’s presence. The mortal knew him. At one point, Loki had mentioned an argument he’d had with one of his tutors about time spells and Tony had known it. He’d chimed in: “Yeah, I thought about that. But although that guy was an asshole for always bitching out your illusions, he did have a point when it came to the methodology of timeline manipulation.”

Loki had been routinely left to simply stare at the mortal.

The man had a shrewd mind capable of twisting well-trodden concepts and invigorating them. He’d also continually made Loki laugh; easily and without any true effort. He’d flashed relaxed, unguarded smiles and had continued to shove Loki’s shoulder or lean into his personal space.

By the time the dawn light had started creeping into the room, highlighting the empty wine glasses and scribbled notes, Loki had felt as if he could spend a full decade on this one topic alone and never grow bored.

Unfortunately, the mortal had already been yawning and so, he’d been the one to encourage the man to walk with him to one of the guest rooms. They had paused beside the door and Tony had given him a thoroughly grateful smile. He’d then grasped Loki’s arm tightly.

“I really am so fucking glad you’re here, Lokes.”

Rather than allow Loki a moment to respond, he’d done the unfathomable and hugged him. Loki had startled but hadn’t pulled away. Perhaps he should have; had it been any other he would have, but the act had been too… nice. Their whole association so far had left him confused but… pleased. After so many decades without a true companion, having such easy affection and intimacy given freely and genuinely left him willing to lower his guard.

This man knew him. This man liked him. This man was protected just as thoroughly as Loki protected himself.

There was so much to unravel and such little information available to him. And although he’d wanted to indulge in such a casual but honest act of affection, he’d gently pushed the mortal away and sent him to bed.

He'd returned to his own rooms, but stayed up another hour, turning everything over in his mind as he watched the sun rise from the window in his room, overlooking the courtyard. Although the mortal had been affectionate with him; treating him as a long-lost companion, he was not the man that Tony knew. He was not the friend of the future with years of history shared between them—but, he had to wonder, what precluded him from becoming a friend of the past?

The next afternoon, he’d been a little more prepared for the man. His servants however, less so. They’d been quickly scandalised when the mortal had risen after midday, changed into his previous day’s ware and refused any assistance.

Loki had heard the commotion and watched with barely refrained amusement from the hallway. Tony, it appeared, had no intention of taking the formality or rituals of the time seriously. He’d eventually been the one to send the servants to attend to other tasks before taking Tony to the breakfast room.

“I grew up rich,” Tony explained without prompting, going directly for the coffee pot. “The standards here are a bit much even for me. I don’t do valets.”

“I had thought you would wish to fit in and draw as little attention to yourself as possible?”

“I’m going to do things wrong no matter how hard I try. I’m aiming to be seen as eccentric and shocking.”

He poured the liquid and took a long, adoring sip, seeming to ascend to Valhalla with every mouthful. When he'd half-finished, Tony finally seemed to remember the conversation and focused back on Loki.

“And,” he continued, “if I’m playing the part of someone of low birth and little income, I’m more likely to be overlooked.” He shrugged. “And someone like that won’t enjoy being waited on.”

“I suppose you are correct,” Loki allowed.

“Besides I’m hoping that now that you’re here we can send me back within the week.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “A week?”

“Maybe two. You and I have never met a problem we haven’t been able to solve.”

“I admire your confidence.”

Tony topped up his cup while grinning. “When it comes to magic, I’m going to bet on you any day, Reindeer Games.”

Reindeer Games?

Despite the peculiar term, Loki sensed nothing but fond teasing. That, combined with the compliment, had Loki barely repressing his smile.

“Flattery will not win you any favours. I have already agreed to help you.”

Tony’s smile never wavered but his expression softened. “I only give compliments when they’re well earned. You’ll have to learn to take them.”

Not an act I am familiar with, he wished to say, but the words caught on his tongue.

If the man knew him, which it seemed he did, he would be aware of the difficulties he had experienced in Asgard. And while he could still deny the man’s words, he did not wish to ruin their easy companionship. He also found, rather unexpectedly, that he actually did believe the man was genuine.

“I shall endeavour to do so,” he finally demurred. “For now, you should eat and then we can begin attempting to return you to your rightful time.”

“Can’t we do both?”

“If you insist,” Loki agreed.

He rang the nearby bell while Tony continued to inhale his drink as if he had been without it for months. Loki hid another smile in his own coffee as he watched, his gaze lingering on the man’s expressive, handsome features and the muscled form not even the workman’s clothing could hide.

He had always had a type and this mortal did fit it so incredibly well. It was a wonder that they had only remained friends.

But then, perhaps he is not the kind to like a man?

He could have felt disappointed, but frankly, it was too difficult to speculate. There was a history of friendship between them that he had no knowledge of; whatever they had ended up becoming, he could only guess and to change it now would be a fruitless act.

And yet, with someone who seemed so perfect in front of him, Loki could not help but wonder.

Of course, speculating about his relationship with Tony was not his priority, getting the man home was what he needed to focus on - and Tony was incessant about uncovering the solution.

The man worked furiously, writing with messy ink and asking question after question. He also complained under his breath about the technology he did not have.

“Fucking Dark Ages. I’m never complaining about slow connections again. God, I’ll even cut Dum-E some slack. How did people function back here?”

Loki, used to a quill and parchment, found the Midgardian pen and paper similar and quite acceptable, but apparently, in the future, Tony had much different methods of depicting his experiments.

Despite the man’s obvious disapproval of their implements, they worked non-stop throughout the day and, just as before, Loki could not recall ever working so easily with another, nor had he ever experienced such undivided, approving attention whenever he discussed a magical theory.

It was invigorating - but even they could not work indefinitely.

With some insistence, and much grumbling from the mortal, they had stopped for dinner. They'd retired to the dining room and, after dismissing the servants, they had been able to converse freely. While a meal had been advisable, it had not been Loki's only reason for ceasing their activities, because although he had enjoyed every minute of their day, there was only so much he could do with such limited resources.

“Time magic has never been my area,” he advised.

Tony nodded absently, spearing a piece of meat with one hand as he flipped through a tome Loki had summoned with the other.

“I will need to reference different texts,” he continued. “Asgard has a few, but Alfheim would be even more useful. I’m certain if I speak to mother about the predicament she will go to Alfheim in my steed while I return back here.”

Tony glanced at him and Loki paused, frowning at the strange expression. He did not know the man well enough to read him perfectly, and yet, the look stood out all the more because Tony had not been guarded around him. It made his sudden reservation more obvious.

“Is there a problem?” he enquired.

“Nope.”

Tony looked back at the text, taking a sip of wine, but every movement seemed too self-conscious and measured. Loki watched him, trying to puzzle out the reasoning. But there really was only one answer.

“Something about what I said unsettled you.”

“Sooo,” Tony said, “when you go, I might head out too. At my dive there’s-”

“You’re avoiding the topic.”

Tony finally looked back at him, his expression firm and yet his gaze almost… sad?

“And you know prying is a bad idea,” he said quietly. “Even if there were things that I wanted to say, I couldn’t.”

Loki’s frown deepened. He didn’t like feeling excluded, he also didn’t like imagining there was something in the future to make Tony so ill at ease. Because he was uncomfortable. He even seemed regretful – but for what reason? What could happen in a hundred years that would make Tony look at him so… compassionately?

As much as he wanted to puzzle it out, Loki knew he would gain no answers from Tony and that, as much as he disliked it, he would not be able to simply solve the mystery. He, like anyone else caught in such a situation, simply had to wait.

“I understand,” Loki grudgingly admitted.

Tony smiled but it still didn’t look quite right. He turned back to his food, poking at the last few pieces on the plate.

“So, uh, when will you leave?”

“In the morning,” Loki answered, trying to shake off his discontent. “I will advise the servants that you are my guest and may come and go as you please.”

“Thanks,” Tony answered. “Like I said, I might head back to where I’ve been camping. See what I can salvage and,” he sighed, “what’s been stolen.”

Loki frowned. “You think there will be theft?”

Tony chuckled. “Lokes. Look at me,” he gestured at his clothing, “do you really think I’ve been living anywhere other than the slums?”

Loki’s gaze ran over what he could see of the mortal; he could not ignore the ill-kept clothing, but he also saw further; the many attractive qualities hidden underneath the man’s hastily actioned dress. Because, Tony had only been in the past a scant week. Having managed even half of what he had proved a level of resourcefulness and intelligence that Loki could not help finding attractive. It stood out far more than his somewhat scruffy beard and threadbare attire.

“I see,” Loki said. He cleared his throat and forced his gaze away. “With that in mind, we had best gain you proper attire while you remain in this time.”

Tony chuckled making Loki glance back at him. The mortal was smiling again, looking amused for reasons Loki couldn’t deduce. But his confusion must have shown as the mortal said, “Sorry, just seems ironic hearing you of all people say I have to blend in.”

Loki frowned. “How so?” he glanced at his suit. “I am donning Midgardian ware.”

“Oh yeah, right now you are. In the future? You prefer Asgardian chic. You always bitch a moan if I tell you to put on a suit.” He shook his head. “Don’t get why you cause such a fuss. You’re good looking in anything.” Loki stared at the man, but he seemed oblivious or uncaring over the compliment. He had the last of his wine before asking. “Hey, you happen to have any scotch?”

“I believe so,” Loki murmured, trying not to show how thrown he still was by the man.

Tony stood. “Yeah? Anywhere here?” He looked around before quickly sighing. “Let me guess; in the study, waiting to be poured by the servants?”

I could send them away for the night, Loki wanted to say, but held his tongue.

He was not oblivious to the social conventions of the time, and, most particularly, the disdain for men to take lovers among their own sex. His current actions of taking a strange, badly-kept man off the street and insisting on dining and spending time with him privately was already sure to insight rumours.

The only saving grace was that he had not taken the man anywhere near a bed chamber and the few times servants had knocked to enter, they had never been in any way compromised. While he did not care for the scandals or rumours of a few mortals, his relationship with Tony was… complicated. He still had not divined exactly what it was nor if the man had the same prejudices of the current Midgardian time.

Another reason to loathe such magics.

It was an incredibly frustrating business to have met someone so intrinsic to his future, but so foreign to his present.

“Think you could get rid of them for the night?” Tony asked, mirroring his earlier thought. “Not like we can talk about magic much if they keep lingering nearby.” He frowned at the door. “And while I’m sure you’re silencing us, I still expect at least a few of them to have ears to the doors.”

Each statement once again proved how well the man knew him. He did have magic protecting their conversations, the same layering spells that warded his rooms on Asgard and kept him from Heimdall’s eye.

“I am warding us,” he allowed.

“Awesome,” Tony said, flashing a grin. “Then let’s get some scotch and some peace and quiet.”

He came around the table and held out his hand; so absent and innocent. Loki wanted to accept but he found the whole situation so wholly unusual that he finally could not hold his tongue.

“We are close in the future?”

“Uh, yeah. Really good friends, why?”

Loki looked pointedly at the man’s hand and then met his puzzled gaze once more.

“I am not prone to allowing others close to me,” Loki explained, “and yet, you act with far more familiarity than even my family would dare. I find it… odd.”

“Oh,” Tony breathed. He frowned and lowered his hand. “I didn’t… shit.” He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

“I did not ask for an apology, merely an explanation.”

Tony shrugged helplessly. “There’s not much I can say. I’m affectionate with my close friends, and you, well, you look the same. Sure, your hair is shorter and you’re in different clothes but you’re still Loki. I’m just used to you not minding me in your space.”

Which was what made it all so strange.

Of course, there is time magic to consider…

“Did I always welcome you into my space?” Loki enquired.

Tony frowned. “Well, I mean, it took a few months for us to really be friends, but once that happened, yeah, you did.”

Loki nodded. “Perhaps this is something of a paradox.”

Tony blinked before realisation crested his features. “You knew me before I knew you. Because of this,” he gestured between them, “you were used to me getting into your space. So, it just… happened.”

Loki inclined his head. “It is a natural conclusion.”

“Natural,” Tony scoffed. “Fucking time magic.”

Loki chuckled. He also rose. It left them closer than Loki had intended. Tony tilted his head to look up at him, and Loki felt a stirring of desire. He could cup the man’s cheek easily. Kiss him with barely a shift in position – but Loki knew that was far beyond what he could do. He stepped back instead.

"Let us get the scotch you requested. Then, if you wish, we can continue our search or perhaps an evening of relaxation might do us better? There are only so many tomes I have access to that deal with time magic."

“Yeah,” Tony murmured. “Suppose your pocket dimension rarely holds stuff to deal with this.” Loki inclined his head and Tony sighed. “But, I mean, what are we going to do if we’re not researching? Conversations will be a god damn minefield.”

Loki considered the situation; what they might both find engaging and what they could reasonably manage in the current time while remaining within his lodgings. He quickly alighted on an idea.

“Perhaps if there was a means of distraction; do you know of billiards?”

Tony blinked, he then slowly grinned. “You have a table?”

“This house does.”

“Scotch and billiards? Now we’re really living like the aristocratic English. Lead the way, Lokes.”

It was only as Loki was directing the man out of the room that his mind caught on the shape of Tony’s smile, there was something about it that seemed almost… cunning.

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It did not take him long to realise the reason for Tony’s smile.

“You are good at this,” Loki remarked, watching the man pocket three balls in quick succession.

“Mathematics and angles, you couldn’t have picked a better game unless it was cards. I’m banned from half the Las Vegas casinos, you know.”

Loki didn’t. He wasn’t entirely sure what any of that sentence meant, but he could make an educated guess.

He wasn’t terrible at the game himself as his skill with daggers meant being able to hit targets proficiently, but Tony was clearly far more familiar and superior at the task. In fact, they only managed ten minutes before Tony had cleared his balls and the eight. Tony smirked and set them up for another.

“Again?” he suggested.

Loki nodded, but when the man went to break the balls, he felt an irresistible impulse and sent out a tendril of magic, distorting the angle of his shot. The cue ball still hit the target but without the precision Tony had intended.

Tony immediately frowned, looking at the balls with shocked confusion as none had gone in the holes. Loki took his turn, sinking three. Tony, clearly having shaken it off, lined up his second shot. When he hit the cue, Loki distorted it again. This time, Tony immediately turned on him.

He frowned suspiciously, before raising his finger with pure accusation.

“You’re cheating.”

“Me?” Loki asked, faux innocently.

“Oh, you so are.”

“Perhaps you are not as good as you believe?”

Tony laughed, he leant his hip against the table and crossed his arms, the cue stick against his chest. “Oh, you’re on magic man.”

Loki grinned, feeling the sharp enjoyment and delight of being… accepted. His cheating had been caught (although he had hardly been hiding it) and instead of being denounced or hated, Tony had only taken it as a challenge. He looked entertained.

And so, Loki excitedly went to take his turn, already wondering how Tony would try and compensate for his seidr. He lined up his shot and just as he went to hit the ball, Tony bumped the table, skewing his angle. He startled and looked up at the man. Tony’s expression was as mockingly innocent as his had been.

“Whoops, must have slipped. Damn, what a bad shot you made. Tough luck, Lokes.”

This time, it was Loki’s turn to chuckle. He also straightened, meeting the man’s amused gaze.

“Such a shame,” Loki drawled, unable to quell his smile. “I do believe it’s your shot, Tony.”

The mortal got into position, his gaze moving from the cue ball, to one of his balls, to Loki. He held Loki’s gaze as he made the shot. Loki sent out a course-correction only to jerk his attention back when he heard the cue ball hit something. His eyebrows rose.

“Look at that, told you angles are easy to predict.”

Loki looked back at the mortal who was smirking so smugly because the man hadn’t predicted the angle, he’d predicted him. Tony had made a bad shot and he had altered the course in a direction that benefited Tony.

He was so smart, so arrogant, so insufferably brilliant.

And damn it all but Loki was not only impressed but he was attracted to him. He just wanted to drag the man over the felt table and kiss him. To be matched, to be understood and predicted; it was intoxicatingly good.

How have I not tried to court this man? How have I not kissed him a dozen times in the future?

Because Loki had never had such an enjoyable time; never felt so wholly liked for being himself.

How can I be expected to send him back and have to wait a Norns damn century for more of this?

Because the idea of giving up Tony Stark now that he’d had a taste of him seemed not only horribly unfair, but as if fate and the universe had decided to not only taunt him but laugh while they did it.

They played billiards long into the night; laughter and teasing banter constant between them. It became less about winning and more about who could be the most creative. Their means of cheating grew more and more ludicrous with Tony all but throwing himself over the table to block a shot. Loki had even forgone subtle magic; at one point making an illusionary miniature of Tony ‘catch’ the ball, stopping it from hitting anything.

“You're not meant to 'take out the competition' so violently, Lokes,” Tony had said around a snort of laughter.

He’d then tried to touch his miniature, getting his hand batted away, and a tongue poked out at him before the spell had dispersed.

When they’d finally ended the evening, Loki had walked the man to his door once again. Tony had been describing his favourite of Loki's 'cheats', the discussion affixing a permanent, fond smile on Loki's face. When he'd finished his final depiction, Tony had given him a smile and well wishes for a pleasant night. Loki had returned the sentiment and given a nod, but it was only once the door had shut that he'd felt a prickle of displeasure. He'd soon realised that, although he’d regretted the end of a wonderful evening, it was the disappointment that he hadn’t gained another hug that had left him unsettled.

Loki had scowled over the realisation and left with a sharp turn and a snap of his jacket. But despite his best intentions, despite how ludicrous it was, it had lingered on his mind as he'd changed his clothing and prepared for bed. He had never sought such affections from others, and a single occurrence should not have left him wanting more, but as was becoming common with Tony, the mortal was... different. He'd still resolved to think no more of it, and the following morning he had been busy enough to thankfully keep his thoughts occupied. Breakfast had been a quick affair and, after instructing his servants that Tony was his permanent guest and could come and go as he pleased, he’d finalised his plans to leave and met the mortal at the front door in preparation for their mutual departure.

Tony was to go his former abode to salvage what he could while Loki would go to Asgard as promised. They’d agreed to meet back at the house for dinner. It had been a smooth and simple conversation—until the man had pulled him into a tight hug. Loki had felt a surge of smug pleasure, and unlike before, he’d allowed himself to return the embrace. The feeling of the smaller man against him had done much to soften his annoyance from the previous evening's lack.

"Be careful, okay?” Tony had muttered into his shoulder.

“It is only Asgard,” he’d replied, bemused. “Hardly a place I need to be worried to return to.”

“Yeah,” Tony had mumbled, not sounding convinced. “Just, you better get back on time, you got it?”

Loki had fought a smile, fresh warmth spreading through him. While it might be reasonable that Tony wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, thereby, harming his means of returning home, the tightness of his hold indicated a greater concern for him. No one had embraced him so strongly, nor been so worried for his safety and anxious for his return since he was a child. And even then, while his mother had done all of those things to some extent, it was never so blatantly.

Loki had found himself holding the man tighter and promising, “I will return with haste.”

“Good,” Tony had answered, only to let out a heavy breath and pull away. He’d smiled tightly. “If you don't, I’ll start shouting for Heimdall. Make a big scene, start airing dirty Aesir laundry, it won’t be pretty.”

Loki had laughed, shaking his head at the man’s ridiculousness. “There will be no need for that. Now, let us depart.”

They’d stepped out of the house and paused on the street, each of them needing to go a different way. Loki had considered adding an additional ward to make sure the mortal would be safe returning to the ‘slums’ as he had called it, but, in the end, he’d decided that to do so would be an insult to the man’s abilities. As such, he’d inclined his head and left in the opposite direction.

Once able to find a place no Midgardians would see him, he’d teleported to an even more isolated spot on the planet to call for Heimdall. The Gatekeeper had eyed him shrewdly upon his arrival but had made no comment as he’d teleported rather than walk to the palace. He’d then tracked down his mother and relayed the situation.

She’d been startled, but had soon clasped his hands. “And you are certain?”

“Without doubt. Time magic all but exudes from him.”

“And your own spells decorate him?”

Loki had smiled, unable to help it. “He is definitely my friend. I know not how and it frustrates me to know it will be over a century before I meet him in truth but… yes, he is clearly a trusted and honest companion.”

Frigga had beamed. “Loki, this is truly wonderful news. Although I am sorry to hear of his plight, to have you now know a true companion awaits for you? I could not be happier.”

Loki had ducked his head, feeling almost like the child he’d once been; sitting beside her and fighting back tears at being alone and unwanted by all the other children. She’d known, better than anyone, how much he’d always wanted a friend. No matter the snide and dismissive remarks he’d given over the years, to know one would appear? It meant a great deal.

“Thank you, mother,” he’d answered. “And I hope you will assist me. I promised to return tonight with books to aid us, but if you could seek out the mages of Alfheim? Any assistance would help us greatly.”

“Of course, I shall go at once. We must tell your father so he may excuse you from any duties. Time magic is rarely solved quickly.”

“I know,” Loki had agreed, only to huff a laugh. “Although, Tony believes it will take us a mere week. He insists our combined effort guarantees it.” He’d expected her to chuckle with him, but instead, she’d frowned thoughtfully and he’d quickly matched it, puzzled. “What is it mother?”

Slowly, she had smiled. “Nothing dear, it is just clear you are fond of him.”

His frown had deepened until he’d realised exactly what she’d deduced. He hadn’t blushed, far too old to do such a thing, but he had cleared his throat.

“Ah, yes, well. He is… remarkably suited to me.”

“As one would expect from a companion.” He’d been forced to glance away, some of his delight dimming. “Ah,” she’d continued, “but you do not believe it is more than friendship?”

“I do not,” he’d admitted, “but with the nature of time magic…”

“Much will always be left unsaid,” she’d agreed. She’d also squeezed his hands again and he’d glanced back to find her smiling once more. “Whatever you may be, I greatly look forward to meeting this mortal of yours.”

Loki had smiled, already imagining the two of them together, feeling certain that Tony would like her, that they must have met, and wondering how it had gone—but asking Tony about it would be impossible and so he’d focused instead on discussing what they had already deduced about his arrival. They’d walked through the palace as they spoke, first visiting the throne room to inform his father, and then to the library to locate as many books as possible on the subject.

In the end, he’d remained upon Asgard for half the day, leaving the same time that Frigga had departed for Alfheim. They’d arranged to meet again in a few days and he’d returned to Midgard both confident of their eventual success and excited to see Tony.

Unfortunately, much of his good mood had been dashed when he'd finally returned to his abode and found Tony in the sitting room reading. What should have been a pleasant sight was overshadowed by Tony’s further ripped clothing and a blackened eye.

“What in the Norns happened?” Loki snapped, quickly walking to the man’s side, unable to hide his concern.

“Oh, hey, Lokes. Yeah, um it’s fine. How about-”

“It is not fine. You are injured!”

“Eh, it’s really not that bad. Don’t even think I have a concussion.”

“You do not think?”

“Well, I’m kind of lacking in A.Is or green scientists to scan me and tell.”

Loki dismissed the sarcastic statement not even attempting to puzzle it out. He further walked around to stand in front of the man. Tony was determinedly staring at the book. Annoyed, Loki flicked his hand and transported the item across the room.

“Hey!” Tony complained, immediately looking up.

He tried to glare only to wince. Loki crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

“What,” he said again, “happened?”

Tony sighed heavily and leant back against the chair.

“Look, I did tell you the place was a dive, okay?” When nothing more was forthcoming, Loki raised an eyebrow. Tony made a face but added, “And I kind of got mugged, okay?”

“Mugged?” Loki repeated, incredulously.

“Well, it wasn’t really a mugging. I didn’t have anything on me they could really steal, but they sure as hell weren’t about to let me take what I’d left behind.”

“And you did not stop them from laying their hit?” Loki demanded. “Are you not a proficient fighter?”

“Ehh,” Tony said. “In my armour, sure. Outside of it? I’m still kind of a squishy mortal.”

“But they were mortals too!”

“And they were desperate and hungry. I’m not going to beat someone up when they’re that down on their luck. I basically just got the hell out of there before they could do anything more than take a few swings.”

Loki quickly scanned the mortal, abruptly concerned as to where else he might have been injured.

“On your feet,” Loki demanded.

“Awh, Lokes, do we really have to-”

“Do not think I will not resort to moving you with seidr.”

Tony released another loud, clearly exasperated sigh, but slowly stood. Loki eyed him critically, but didn’t notice any of his movement had decreased. Still, the wound on his face was one wound too many.

Seidr left his hand, moving over Tony’s face and then further down his body, searching for any kind of injury that was hidden from sight. It seemed to solely be the one on his face. Taking the man’s chin in his hand, Loki tilted his face upwards to better see the discolouration fade. Tony sucked in a sharp breath and Loki’s concentration shifted.

He met the man’s wide-eyed gaze and frowned. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing,” Tony said, still looking spooked. "You just don’t normally… touch me like this.”

“I don’t?” Loki asked, surprised.

“No.” Tony swallowed. “It’s um, it’s usually…”

“Usually?”

“Me touching you.”

“I see,” Loki murmured. “Is it… offensive to you?”

“Nooo,” Tony said, but he didn’t sound certain. In fact, he seemed almost… skittish.

Not wanting to cause the man discomfort, he let his chin go. He also pulled back the last of his seidr.

“Well, I shall refrain from doing it,” Loki said, a little disappointed but making sure it wouldn't show. “Regardless, you are healed. I would recommend you do not return to that part of the city again. I shall also take you to retrieve new clothing in the morning.”

“Okay,” Tony said, not putting up even a hint of protest. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts, a small furrow marring his brow.

Loki’s own frown deepened, especially when the man shifted away from him, making sure they didn’t touch as he crossed the room to get the book that Loki had discarded. Loki watched him, feeling puzzled by the whole exchange.

The man was affectionate by nature and what he had done was hardly any different to the brusque touch of a healer. So why did it suddenly matter if he touched him? And even more puzzling than that; if they were truly close in the future why had his future-self never closed the space between them?

It had taken them some time to return to their earlier equilibrium, leaving Loki befuddled. They hadn’t played billiards and the man had retired early. But, by the following morning, things had begun to smooth out with Tony acting as if the moment between them hadn’t occurred, and so, Loki had dismissed it and done the same.

After having their usual coffee and something to eat, they’d quickly left to get Tony a proper suit to allow him to better blend in with the populace.

Once outside, he’d layered an illusion on the mortal to hide his more unkempt appearance. Tony had been amused and teased, “Afraid I’ll tarnish your princely reputation?”

Loki had rolled his eyes but hidden an amused smile with a turn of his head.

Truthfully, it had been pleasant to simply walk the street with someone; pointing out oddities or sharing a glance after overhearing an amusing conversation. Having a companion on his travels whom he genuinely liked was a true rarity; something that Loki was swiftly growing addicted to.

When they arrived at the tailor, they had ended up talking as the man worked; sharing smirks and sly jokes as the material was selected and measured. When the tailor had disappeared briefly, Tony had held out his arms and requested, “Tell me what you think?”

“A truly unimpressive sight,” he’d teased.

Tony had laughed and climbed off the stool, moving toward him with an expression that Loki had grown familiar enough with to anticipate a friendly hit to his chest or shoulder. However, some loose material around his feet had caused him to trip. Loki had hurriedly caught the man by the waist, but it found them chest-to-chest. Tony had looked up at him, his eyes wide. Loki’s throat had gone dry at the close proximity. The man’s warmth had seemed to seep into his clothes. Tony’s hands pressed against his chest, making the act too easily mirror a romantic embrace.

Loki could have remained there indefinitely; searching Tony’s still-startled gaze for anything that might show reciprocation, but the sound of the tailor approaching had forced Loki to hurriedly right the man and step backwards.

Tony had barely returned to the stool before the man had appeared with more material. Loki had felt uncertain over what had just happened, and the mortal had seemed to be the same. They hadn’t met gazes again, nor had there been any more light-hearted banter.

The fitting had seemed to drag, but after Loki had paid for the outfit and been given a timeframe on completion, they’d returned to the street.

It could have been incredibly uncomfortable had Tony not remarked, “So, uh, apart from the fashion, anything you’ve liked about this time period of Earth?”

“It is interesting enough, but Midgard always is.”

Moreso for meeting you, he'd thought privately.

“You take a much different path then those of the other realms,” he’d continued. “It leaves you quite different.”

“You mean less thatch housing, torches and meat on a stick?”

Loki had been forced to smile and concede, “Quite.”

And, much to Loki’s relief, the conversation had launched them back into their earlier, easier companionship. As they had walked, their discussions had jumped from numerous topics, never steering near the future but remaining… fun. Even upon their return and immediate dive back into seeking solutions, Loki had noticed that, for all they worked for long hours on divining a solution, they never grew tired of one another.

After dinner, they’d once more retired to another room for billiards, conversation and, when seeking a change of pace, a game of cards. Tony had needed to teach him a variety of rules, but Loki had enjoyed the games, and the varying ways in which they’d both attempted to cheat their way to victory.

It quickly became a familiar and cherished routine.

They spent much of the day researching, occasionally leaving his residence to stretch their legs or gain the occasional supply, but mostly, they stayed within the common rooms; exchanging ideas and discussing theories. They also shared each meal; continuing their discussions or, if it was morning, sitting in peaceful silence as they each drank their morning coffee.

But it was those light-hearted evenings that suffused Loki with a gentle delight. It made him believe that, whatever they might be in the future, right now, they truly were friends.

He had undoubtedly benefited from the groundwork his future-self had provided, but Loki could clearly see how it had developed; how, having now met him and spent a week in his company; he was completely unwilling to ever let the man go. And it was that which made it even more unfathomable that he had never propositioned Tony.

Had he simply feared ruining the friendship? Or had he, knowing what he did of their meeting in the past, erred on the side of caution and never tried to develop more? Or, worse yet, was there some reason in the future why he was certain it would all come to naught?

It was maddening and it found Loki lying awake every night pondering that very puzzle.

And with the thought so prominent on his mind, it was no wonder that it couldn’t stay ignored forever.

They’d had another day of researching, using the books that Frigga had collected from Alfheim. It had been another dead end and, sensing Tony’s frustration, he’d suggested something to pass the time. He’d intended another round of billiards but Tony had insisted he needed a more physical act.

It had found Loki creating a mock sparring room, one filled with targets for dagger throwing. He’d been briefly surprised at how accurate Tony was with them.

“You are better than expected.”

“I feel like that should be an insult.”

“It wasn’t intended as one.”

Loki watched as the man threw another, cocking his head when he realised something, “I taught you, didn’t I?”

Tony flashed a grin. “Let me guess, picked up some mannerisms from you?”

“Yes,” Loki agreed, but soon frowned at the next throw. “You are stiffening your wrist.”

Loki came around the mortal, standing behind him and grabbing his hand to reposition it. Tony stiffened and Loki stilled as well. His act had been instinctual to get the best result, but his chest had ended up flushed with Tony's back and his hand was all but encircling the man’s wrist.

It returned him to the peculiarity of how Tony reacted to his touch.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?” Loki murmured, but made no move to let him go.

Tony laughed roughly. “It really shouldn’t be. Fuck.”

Loki watched the man swallow, seeing a faint flush along his neck. The way he seemed ready to flee at the slightest wrong move.

“One could say you don’t like me touching you.” He lowered his head, his lips closer to the man’s ear as he took a calculated risk. “Or perhaps… it’s something else entirely?”

Tony’s head finally jerked up, his eyes wide but for the first time, readable; attraction, want.

Loki moved forward, closing the limited distance and kissing the man. Tony sucked in a breath, but he responded instantly, kissing him with a passion that had Loki groaning. The dagger hit the floor and Tony turned further into his embrace, cupping his neck and deepening the kiss. Loki wrapped his arms around the mortal’s waist and tugged him against his chest.

They only broke apart to gasp for air and Loki kissed first his jaw and then further towards his ear, all he wanted was more but Tony suddenly pressed against his chest, trying to push him away. Loki froze, but carefully drew back.

“Tony?”

“We’re not… we’re not like this,” Tony hurried to say. “We were never… you never… and now we’re here and just… fuck.”

“We were never like this in the future?” Loki clarified. “Never lovers?”

Tony shook his head and pushed away from him entirely. Loki let him go, watching as the man paced and chewed on his bottom lip.

“We’re friends,” he finally said. “Damn good ones. But you… when you healed me. Touched me… I….”

“You realised you were attracted to me,” Loki murmured. “Future me. You’ve wanted to bed me all along.”

“And that’s a hell of a realisation to have years into a friendship. Again.” He pinched his nose. “Some God damn playboy I turned out to be. Can't work out anything and when I do it comes with a fuck tonne of baggage.”

Loki frowned, watching the man and wishing he could sooth the concerns and fears clearly lining his brow.

“If it is any consolation," he offered. "I am very attracted to you too.”

Tony’s fingers left his nose, but instead he rubbed his forehead.

“Not… not really, Loki.”

Loki frowned again, puzzling out the problem and the man's words only to quickly alight on the answer: “Ah, you are also romantically attracted to me.”

Tony groaned loudly, he also walked away from him to flop down dramatically on a chair, Loki watched him with an amused smirk.

“I remain convinced that this is not a problem,” Loki said, walking across the room to stand by the man’s chair. “I have been wondering for days how we have never become more than friends. You are attractive, intelligent and we get along well. The ideal basis for a courtship.”

“If it’s so ideal why the hell haven’t we done it before?” Tony mumbled, one hand still thrown rather dramatically over his eyes.

Loki perched on the arm of the chair, allowing their bodies to almost come into contact.

“That I cannot answer,” Loki said, “the future is a mystery to me. All I know is that I have enjoyed kissing you and would happily do it again. And more, should you be willing.”

Tony shifted his hand, peering at him from between his fingers.

“You’re not serious.”

“Why not?”

Tony lifted his hand, waving it absently. “It’s… well fuck. Isn’t it some kind of betrayal of our friendship?”

Loki raised his eyebrows. “How?”

“I don’t know! You’re not the Loki I know and yet I’m considering having sex with you?”

“Time magic being what it is, if we did have sex, I would already have known about it long before meeting you. In fact, we could merely be fulfilling something natural.”

Tony groaned loudly and closed his eyes. “Fucking time magic.”

Loki chuckled. He also finally did what he had been tempted to do for some time, reaching out and gently carding his fingers through the man’s hair. Tony’s eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. Loki held it but didn’t stop. Tony swallowed and after a moment, he extended his hand, capturing Loki’s wrist and tugging his hand away. But he wasn’t forced to go far as Tony soon shifted until they were palm to palm.

“If we do this, you have to promise not to hate me in the future.”

“I can’t imagine there is ever a chance I could.”

“You have no idea what the future holds for either of us,” Tony said, something pained crossing his features. “The things I know…”

“I would never hold against you,” Loki said firmly. “You cannot tell me, that is the nature of time magic. Just as, when we meet, I will not be able to tell you of everything we share here. We will both have to keep secrets from each other, it is merely a matter of when we are forced to do it.”

“And you really want to do this?” Tony insisted. “You’ve only known me a few days. You probably only will know me a few more weeks. Do you really want to start-”

Loki leant forward and cut the man off with a kiss. He pressed a hand to his chest, kissing him deeply and with the desire that had long been building. When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily.

“A few days is all I have needed to know you are incredible, Tony Stark. Yes, I wish to bed you. Yes, I wish to know more of you. And yes, in the future I will befriend you without hesitation. A man like you is worth having in every time period.”

Tony smiled, something open and soft in the expression, but it was quickly forgotten as Tony tugged him down and into another kiss.

But this one did not last long before Tony broke it to ask, “You got a bedroom nearby, Lokes?”

In reply, Loki grinned, and with a twist of his fingers, he took them from the chair to his mattress. And, with a few spells more, he made sure they would neither be heard nor disturbed by the servants for the entirety of the night.

Chapter Text

The next morning, Loki woke to a warm, heavy weight curled around him and the sound of soft snores. He smiled even as he opened his eyes and looked down at the mortal in his arms.

Last night had been well and truly worth both the wait and the hours of confused wondering. Tony was… lovely. Loki had not had many lovers whom not only stayed for the sunrise, but sought him for more than just lust. Because, once assured that their friendship would not suffer, Tony had been unhesitating in his touches, kisses and even his affection.

You are going to be hard to give up, Tony Stark.

But that was a problem he would be forced to consider at a later date, for now, Loki ran his hand up the mortal’s naked back, sliding his fingers into Tony’s brunet hair. His lover stirred, shifting against Loki and slowly blinking open sleepy eyes.

“Lokes?” he croaked.

“Yes. Good morning.”

Tony smiled; the expression sleepy but unguarded. Loki’s heart skipped over the sight. Even now, he still found it hard to believe the man trusted him so explicitly.

“Last night was fun,” Tony said.

He lowered his head to rest it once more on Loki’s shoulder. His hand slid up and over Loki’s stomach, making him want to press closer, or perhaps, have Tony’s hand go further down.

“It was.”

“They definitely were right calling you silver-”

Loki cupped the man’s jaw, pressing his fingers into his cheeks, and stifling the words. He tilted up the man’s head and glared faintly.

“You would do wise not to finish that.”

“Awwh,” Tony murmured, his voice slightly muffled. “But I have at least three quips about it!”

“Restrain yourself,” Loki drawled.

Tony huffed an exasperated breath, but he fell silent. Loki loosened his hold and thumbed the man’s cheek and bottom lip in apology. Tony leant further into his touch and Loki bent down enough to chastely brush the man’s mouth. He pulled back soon after, finding Tony’s eyes had fluttered closed. He truly did look a beautiful sight. Only, it did not last.

When the man’s eyes re-opened, there was a pensiveness within them that only deepened as he frowned.

“What is wrong?” Loki asked, concerned.

Tony sighed, his gaze lowering as he traced his fingertip in an absent pattern on Loki's chest.

“You know it’s not as simple as this. I’m in a whole different fucking time period. We’re both going to be out of sync for over a hundred years.”

“You wish to stop?” Loki asked, disliking the very thought.

Thankfully, Tony shook his head. “No. I just… ugh. Pepper and Rhodey would be shocked to hear it, but we’re going to have to talk about this.”

Loki filed away the two names mentioned, wondering who they were to Tony and what part they played in his life. But that, like everything, would be answered in time. Far too much time.

“Then we shall discuss it,” Loki agreed. And although he wished for a few more moments to enjoy the quiet of the morning and the intimacy of time curled around his lover; he knew it could not be. “But for now, you should return to your room. This place does not approve of men who bed other men.”

“Ugh,” Tony grumbled. “Another reason to hate this fucking place.”

Loki was pleased. “Then it is not so disliked where you are from?”

“Not in most civilised places, no.” Tony rolled onto his back, but still kept one hand on Loki’s chest. “Some people are still assholes about it, but where I’m from no one could stop us. In fact, even the people living in my tow-um,” he shot Loki a hesitant glance, “house, wouldn’t say anything. Well, maybe tell us to limit the PDA, but really, if they don’t want to see it, they can ask in advance or just turn around.”

“Good,” Loki said. “Upon Asgard it is much the same. It is not preferred for, say, an only child or one of royal lineage, but hardly criminalised. If both men are upstanding citizens, they are as respected in their union as any other coupling.”

“But you have royal lineage,” Tony pointed out quietly.

Loki inclined his head. “But I am not the only son. And… well, seidr can make many things possible.”

Tony’s eyebrows shot up. “Yeah. Okay. Not touching that. I can barely take care of myself or my robots, let alone an actual breathing child.”

“Robots?” Loki enquired, immediately intrigued.

“Erm. I probably shouldn’t explain them, they’re sort of… beyond this time period of Earth.”

“Ah.” It was annoying, as always, but Loki knew there was nothing to be done. “Well. Regardless, we have been distracted. I must send you to your room.”

Tony scrunched up his face. “Ugh. All the more reason not to have servants.”

Yet, despite his grumbling, he pushed out of bed. Loki admired the man’s naked form and the marks that had been left from the previous night. He started gathering his clothing and pulling them on. Loki’s gaze never deviated and Tony quickly noticed. He smirked.

“Enjoying the show?”

“Evidently.”

Tony snorted. “Well, if you don’t want to get us distracted and get me back in your bed, you might want to cut it out.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Loki said, amused.

He slipped from the bed and selected the Midgardian dressing gown that he had grown fond of, belting the green fabric loosely around his waist.

“Ugh,” Tony groaned—for the fourth time this morning. “That’s unfairly hot.”

Loki chuckled. He also closed the space to reach the man’s half-dressed form. He cupped his jaw and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips.

“Make sure to rumple your bedding, Tony. I’m afraid they will notice otherwise.”

He didn’t give the man time to reply as he flicked his fingers, letting seidr wrap around the mortal and send him to his quarters. The moment he was gone, Loki sighed. It was a true shame they were not upon Asgard. Were they there, he would have barred his doors with seidr and kept Tony with him for a number of hours, not letting him leave or reclothe until at least lunch.

But unfortunately, they did not have the option.

Nor the time.

And the reminder of the situation further dampened Loki’s mood as he went from his room to the bathroom to draw a bath. For all that he’d assured Tony he would not regret their decision, he did have to admit it was going to be a frustrating wait.

But you have always prided yourself on your patience. You will face untold hardships if the reward is grand enough.

Loki already knew that Tony Stark would be worth the long and lonely century ahead. He merely wished it would not be quite so long before he would see the mortal again. It made it all the more obvious that, as much as Loki also did not relish the idea, Tony was right; they needed to discuss the situation.

Turning the water off with a flick of his wrist, Loki dropped his dressing gown and slipped into the bath, letting the warmth seep into his muscles. It did not sooth the growing unrest that he felt, but Loki tilted back his head to stare at the ceiling and contemplate their relationship.

So much of the future was still unknown. So much of Tony was still forbidden for him to unravel for a century. But Loki could be sure of one thing; even were it only for a few scant days or mere weeks, Loki did not want to miss the opportunity to be with Tony in every possible way.

If it meant he suffered for it in the decades to come, Loki would endure it. There was little other choice.

Loki spent longer than usual in the bathroom, his thoughts keeping him preoccupied until the water cooled and a servant knocked upon the door to enquire after him. He sent seidr to clear any vestiges of his and Tony’s nightly activities before permitting them inside.

He allowed them to help him change, ignoring the pointed and unsubtle remarks about his guest’s continued refusal to be assisted. He saw no point in chastising them when he didn’t plan to linger on Midgard once Tony was returned to his rightful time.

When he was dressed, he left his bed chamber for the usual dining room where he met Tony for a shared meal. The man was already there, sipping a coffee and reading a book. He glanced up at his arrival, flashing a smile that seemed softer than it had been previously. It also warmed his already beautiful eyes.

“Morning, Lokes.” His expression turned sly. “You slept in; something tire you out last night?”

Loki snorted. “I am afraid you are mistaken. I have had more rigorous strolls through the palace.”

“Ouch, babe,” Tony said, pouting dramatically. “If I didn’t know you were a liar, I might have been hurt by that.”

Loki hid his smile as he poured himself a cup of coffee and took a seat in the armchair nearest the mortal.

Tony glanced around quickly before bending forward. He placed a hand on Loki’s knee before leaning in and stealing a kiss. Loki relaxed into the touch. Tony had always been openly and easily affectionate with him, but it still surprised him that he would do it now, in this relationship. But perhaps, it was not because it was out of character for Tony, but because in Loki’s many dalliances, none had ever been so openly fond of him.

When Tony pulled back, he had the final mouthful of his coffee before resting it precariously on the arm of the chair. Loki eyed it for a moment before gently sending it to the nearby table with seidr. Tony didn’t seem to notice; his gaze was already back on the tome.

And as easy as it would be to return to their research, Tony’s early words still rested between them making their usual easy morning routine feel… unsettled. Not even Tony’s kiss could completely dispel it. There was only one thing to be done.

“We must talk,” Loki announced.

Tony sighed, seeming to have been expecting it. He screwed up his face but shut the book. “Yeah. But, I need more coffee.”

He put down the tome and after a brief double-take and an amused grin shot at Loki, grabbed his re-situated cup and went to pour some more. Loki waited patiently, sipping his drink and watching the man as he navigated the room.

He really was an arresting sight; so handsome and yet, even more captivating for the sharp mind he possessed. Knowing what he looked like beneath his attire, including the myriad of marks he’d created last night, only improved the image.

“You’re staring again,” Tony said, shooting him an amused look over his shoulder. “Just can’t get enough, huh?”

Yet, the second he finished the quip, his smile froze and faded to a wince. Loki merely quirked an eyebrow.

“Right,” Tony said. “Probably not the best thing I could have said.”

“It has returned us to the conversation you wished to have earlier.”

Tony returned to his seat and dropped down heavily, actually spilling coffee on his hand with the motion. He cursed but quickly sucked off the droplets. Loki’s gaze followed the path of his tongue.

“Okay,” Tony said, lowering his hand and pulling Loki from his distraction. “Even if we get me back by the end of the month, we’re looking at over a century before we even meet again, let alone become friends or have me reappear and remember what's happened.”

“That is correct.”

Tony nodded. He stared down at his cup with a harsh frown.

“Right." He turned the cup in his hands. "You know that I’m not going to expect you to put your life on hold because of me?"

Loki tilted his head thoughtfully. “You’re referencing lovers.”

Tony shrugged. “Suppose so.”

“Am I with someone then, in your time?”

“Not that you’ve ever said,” Tony muttered. “But you could have been lying about that, sparing my feelings. Could be why you never touch me much too.”

Loki narrowed his eyes and observed the mortal. There was a tightness to his shoulders as if he was bracing for inevitable pain. He had seemed at ease last night and when they’d lain in bed together, Loki hadn’t seen how deeply this concerned him.

Another reason to be entranced. He is so adept at hiding and deflecting; what else have I not seen beneath his veneer of confidence and humour?

Standing, Loki came over to the mortal. He did not perch on the side of the chair as he had the previous night. Rather, he used seidr to expand the furniture making Tony give a squeak of surprise and flail to not spill coffee or slide off the cushion.

In his distraction, Loki took a place beside him. Their thighs were flush and he caught the man’s chin and turned his face, forcing Tony to hold his gaze.

“I will not lie,” he began, “I cannot tell you what the future holds. I cannot promise that I will not accept an offer to bed a pretty elf who admires my seidr.” Tony’s face twisted, he did his best to mask it, but Loki could see the pain and hurt. Loki stroked the man’s jaw with his thumb. “However, I can assure you of this; no being, mortal or otherwise, has so easily captivated me as you have. No person has ever made me feel so at ease, so willing to welcome them into my space or offer them my own unthinking touches. You are… unique, Tony Stark. I do not imagine that another will best you in the century to come, rather, I know I will be counting the decades until I meet you anew, and learn you the way my future counterpart already does.”

Tony’s expression was difficult to read; there was too much naked emotion. He also blinked his eyes roughly, each flutter of his eyelids hiding his feelings further. He lowered his head, breaking their gaze.

“Fuckin’ wordsmith,” Tony grumbled, but without any heat.

Loki huffed a small laugh. “Yes, I am often called that.”

Tony snorted. He also shifted in the chair, leaning closer. Loki allowed it, letting the mortal slump against him.

“It’s just… it’s kind of fucked for me,” Tony admitted softly. “I just… I know you so fucking well, Lokes. We’re friends. I feel like I’m years into this and you’re just starting. Like… fuck, I’m in the deep end and you’re just stepping into the shallows. How the hell is this even going to work?”

“We are out of alignment,” Loki agreed, sliding his hand to the back of Tony’s neck and gently squeezing. “But, if not for this, perhaps you would not have noticed your interest in me. Perhaps I would have not given a second glance to a mere mortal. Do not underestimate the guidance of the Norns.” He smiled wanly. “For all I might curse them their ill-humour in the past, in this, I cannot help but be grateful for their kindness.”

“You’ve always been a lot more into that fate shit than me,” Tony grumbled. “Through and through atheist here.” He sighed. “But… yeah. I get it. We can’t do shit about this but let it happen. I just don’t want to fuck things up for us in the future.”

“As I said, I fail to see how-”

“I like you, Loki,” Tony interjected, pulling back and glaring. “Like, fucking want to date you. Like, shit. How the hell can I sit here and say ‘cool, let’s start something because you find me hot. Now, just wait around on me for a hundred years. Thanks!’ That’s incredibly shitty.”

“I think you’ll find I’m not just attracted to you physically,” Loki drawled.

“Yeah, because a few days of knowing me is the equivalent of three years-”

Tony stopped, his eyes wide at the inadvertent slip. Three years. That was how long he would know Tony before the mortal would be flung back in time.

“You have had longer to know me,” Loki allowed, choosing to ignore that information Tony had given him. “But I will not retract what I have said. I have been alive centuries, if no other has matched you, why should someone new do so now?”

“Because ‘The Norns’ are assholes?” Tony suggested, sarcastically stressing the descriptor.

Loki responded with an unimpressed glare. Tony fired one back. It left them at an almost petulant impasse until Loki sighed and let his expression fade.

“I see only two options left to us,” he said. “We either continue as we are; exploring what we now know is mutual as we solve the problem that traps you here, or, we consider last night a singular event and return to the relationship we had prior to it. Choose.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “What? Why me?!”

“I have made it clear that I would like to continue to know you in all the ways you wish to share. I also have no fear of what the next century will bring. I am a patient being, I can wait. It is up to you to decide if trusting me is worth it.”

Tony grabbed his hand, squeezing. “Lokes, I do trust you.”

“Then you merely fear what a century apart might do to change my decision?”

“I am the absolute worst person to date, Lokes. My sole romantic relationship went down in fucking flames. I have like, three actual friendships and everyone else pretty much just puts up with me. Do you have any idea how likely it is that you’ll see me in the future and go ‘wow, what the fuck was I thinking?’”

“I find that very unlikely.”

“Yeah, well, say that to my face in however many fucking years in the future.”

“Very well. I shall.” He lifted their hands, altering their grip into a warrior clasp. Tony stiffened, clearly noting the difference and recognising it. “When we meet again the future, both aware of this period of our history, I promise to tell you exactly what I think of this relationship, Tony Stark.”

Tony swallowed hard, staring at their hands.

“Oh great,” he said quietly. “I’ll get back home only to be dumped.”

Loki’s lips pursed, but before he could complain or correct the mortal, Tony squeezed his hand. He also bent forward and stole Loki’s lips in a kiss. His free hand cupped Loki’s neck and kept them joined. It made their embrace unorthodox, but Loki decided to allow it and to allow Tony his attempted distraction.

After all, where before today it had been him feeling uncertain and wary about how their relationship would unfold in the future, it was now Tony who had that concern. He truly wished there was a way to assure the man, but unfortunately, like every other hurdle they had come across, they were at the mercy of time.

Tony’s concerns didn’t disappear and as much as it frustrated Loki he realised that he couldn’t expect them to. Where his greatest confusion had been the unknown status of their relationship and his desire for more—to now understand the reason for his future self’s hesitance brought with it a sense of calm and acceptance.

Tony would be his, it was merely a matter of waiting a few decades.

But mortals, so much shorter living, so much more inclined to count the days, found it hard to see time the way that he did. Was a century a long and tedious time to wait to greet a lover? Yes. Was it impossible? No.

And yes, perhaps some would struggle more than others, but Loki was not well sought after and his own interests were few and fleeting. Tony Stark ensnared him, captivated him, left him with the teasing glimpses of a true friend and companion.

A partner.

Something he had secretly and selfishly wanted, even if he had never admitted it aloud. To him, their reunion and recommencement of their relationship was a certainty; to Tony? It was far less assured. Their time apart was nearly two Midgardian lifetimes. It was… insurmountable in the mortal's eyes, especially after so short an acquaintance.

And perhaps that could have hurt, could have stung that he was not trusted, but Loki could see that trust in him was not something Tony lacked, rather, it was trust in himself, in his worth. To combine that with an unusual extension of time and the inability to be assured of something that, to him, could not be seen as ‘certain’… well, Loki understood. He did not agree and he did not like it, but he was already learning that changing Tony’s mind was not an easily achieved feat.

And yet, despite his obvious wariness, they did not stop.

In fact, sometimes, Loki could almost believe that the weight of the future did not hang over them; when they were in bed, playing billiards, walking through the town for some fresh air… they were moments when things did not seem quite so strained.

It had been a week since their first night together. A week of waking together in bed and sharing an affectionate meal in the morning. Of continued research during the day, their more intimate touches retracted as they attempted to find Tony a way home, only to be reinstated by a gentle caress or kiss and the request of stopping for the night for dinner. It was an unspoken agreement that their time together was fleeting and secondary to their goal—and yet, Loki could not help but wonder if they both did not work a little less fervently as they drew out the mornings and evenings together.

But, things could not last forever.

It was almost a month since their meeting when the solution came to them; they were midway through the day, coffee cups beside them (many more refills drunk by Tony than Loki, who preferred tea by the time they reached noon) when it all fell into place. The scrawled counter spell, ingredients and specifications were laid out before them, but without the surge of pleasure that usually came from a solved problem.

“We did it,” Tony murmured.

“We did.”

“Took longer than expected.”

“Less, in my estimation.”

Tony smiled faintly. “Told you not to underestimate us. Never met a problem we couldn’t solve.”

“So, you said,” Loki said softly, looking at the mortal whom, even more so than before, had just become… precious, finite.

“We’ll have to perform this at night, when no one’s around,” Tony said quietly. “I didn’t land anywhere super populated, but I can’t be seen. You can’t put up your look away spells, it will fuck with this one.”

“You are correct.”

“It would make sense to do it tonight.”

“Or the day after,” Loki suggested. Tony finally looked at him. “A single day, unburdened, in Midgard’s past. Does that not sound pleasant?”

“What?” Tony said, smile growing, even if his gaze remained sad and it did not fully meet his eyes. “Like a date?”

“Yes,” Loki agreed. “It would be my pleasure to take you on a courtship outing, Tony Stark.”

“Well, who would I be to refuse that? Our last hoorah before you send me back.”

Or perhaps, it will be the start of many.

But, even though Loki wished to say the words and felt certain of their truth, he knew the man in front of him would not believe it.

And, it is not he who will wait a century for my answer, Loki thought. He will know it in hours, moments, perhaps. For I will be there to find him the moment he reappears. For, if I cannot assuage his concerns in the past, I am sure, come the future, I will be able to do far more than I am able right now.

Looking at the man in front of him. Loki rose slowly and closed the space. He tugged him into a gentle kiss that he hoped could say what the man would not yet accept.

I am sure, given the chance and the time to know you, I will be all the more enamoured. We will be aligned and you will not have to worry that I will choose another.

For who else, in all the centuries, could compete with you, Tony Stark?

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A courtship outing on a foreign world with a man out of time… it was an interesting day to plan. They had also explored much of the area surrounding his rented abode. So, Loki decided on a place less populated. He ordered them a carriage and had the coachmen drive them out into the countryside.

Tony chuckled as the packed and cobbled streets were exchanged for farmland.

“Should have known you’d take me out into nature. You really have an aversion to cities, don’t you?”

“Quite the opposite,” Loki replied. “They can be useful in many ways, but I would have thought you would prefer privacy above all else?”

Tony smiled, he also shifted closer, their shoulders brushing. His hand also snuck down and caught Loki’s.

“Well, I can’t argue with that idea. Don’t need to be arrested for sodomy the day before I go back. Although, it could be a fun thing to add to my Wikipedia page.”

“Pardon?”

Tony shook his head, some of his humour dimming. “Ask me about it later.”

Later, of course, being a century from now. A time when, more than likely, he already knew what this ‘Wikipedia’ was, just as he would know about Pepper and Rhodey, ‘robots’ and ‘AIs’; the many mysteries that his mortal and the future held.

Taking the mortal’s hand, he brought it to his lips, brushing a delicate kiss to the knuckles.

“I shall look forward to it, Tony.”

Tony’s expression softened, but it still remained tinged with sadness. He squeezed Loki’s hand before lowering them back to his thigh.

He glanced back out the window only to remark, “So, English countryside, no chaperone. Something tells me you’re either going to kill me or debauch me.” Tony turned back with a smirk. “I know which one I’d prefer.”

Loki nodded solemnly. “I will be sure to speak fondly of how well you took my blade.”

Tony laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling. “I think there could be an innuendo in that.”

“Could there?” Loki asked, trying to temper his own amusement. “And here I thought I was describing gutting your puny mortal body.”

“Puny, huh? Say that to the scratch marks I left on your back.”

“Yes, seidr can do wonders to boost a lover’s self-confidence.”

Tony whacked him on the chest. “God, you’re a real asshole, you know that?”

Yet, the earlier upset was gone from Tony eyes and his words were full of nothing but fondness.

Loki’s own affection flooded his chest and he could not resist leaning down and kissing his lover’s lips. Tony’s free hand cupped his cheek, keeping their mouths locked together. The kiss held a sense of urgency; the awareness that this would be gone all too soon.

But Loki did his best not to think of it. He also did not think of a different passage of time; not just the one keeping them apart, but the one that made mortals so aware of every second of every day. His life was one of centuries, Tony’s was one of decades. Even when they realigned, there would still be another sword waiting to fall and sever them.

Enough of this. You will not think of either of these things. You will enjoy this day with your lover.

Breaking apart from the kiss, Loki thumbed Tony’s cheek before pressing another kiss to the same spot he had traced.

“We will not spend the entire day here,” Loki advised. “I have also selected some additional diversions for us to enjoy.”

“I can’t wait, Lokes.”

Unable to resist, Loki kissed him again, but Tony did not complain, rather, he grabbed his lapel and tugged him even closer.

Their day, despite the occasional bouts of melancholy, was a truly wonderful one.

They had an early lunch in the countryside outside London. Loki used a few spells to keep their actions from sight, allowing them to kiss, for Tony to straddle his waist and even to have Tony press fruit against his lips as he lay on his back, looking up at the mortal. All the while they remained under the shade of a tree, their view of the nearby village unobstructed, the passing villagers seeing only an innocent picnic.

After, they returned to London and he took Tony to see a play. Tony leant forward in his seat, seemingly fascinated by the differences between how the future performed them versus that of the past. Loki enjoyed the show as well, but mostly, he enjoyed watching his lover’s expressions and hearing his commentary.

Once the show had finished, he took Tony to the most popular restaurant in all of London, donning an illusion to make them both seem as if they were visiting royalty (hardly a lie in his case) and being amused at Tony’s multiple eye-rolls over the ‘pretentious asses’ who served and sat near them. Loki took the opportunity to lean close and use a spell to allow them to eavesdrop on the more interesting conversations.

Twice, Tony had to muffle his loud guffaws over ridiculous gossip and scandals, one such case involving a duchess’ philandering husband, some rope, a ‘lady of the night’ and the requirement of two servants going to the room he had hired to untie, reclothe and hurry him back to their estate. Rumour had it that the young woman had been paid quite grandly by the duchess to humiliate him and that the servants in question had been chosen for their ability to spread tale of the encounter.

“Christ,” Tony had whispered, “good thing your servants don’t know what the hell we get up to. I mean, not that I’d care if we were caught in my time, but down here, I’m pretty happy just pissing them off by ignoring social structures.”

Loki had merely hummed, deciding not to mention that, while these were rather pedestrian, the manner of rumours and carefully structured embarrassments were common place in the Asgardian Court. While he would have thought Tony would have visited Asgard during their friendship, Loki could also understand his future self’s reluctance to bring Tony there at a time prior to their courtship. He would want to introduce Tony as his companion and chosen partner, not just his shield brother or associate. Once again, it would be one more thing he would simply have to wait for.

After dinner, they retired back to his abode. The servants were once more dismissed for the night, and they took the scotch from their usual room to Loki’s. Tony kissed him with the tasted of malted liquor on his lips. They stripped one another slowly, their hands caressing with long, lingering strokes; their kisses stretching just as long.

The intimacy almost hurt. Tony’s eyes shone with a deep affection that remained tempered by lingering sadness. Loki tried to ease it away, to express his own desires and commitment with touch rather than the words that the mortal would not believe.

This is not our last time. This is not the last you will have of me. I will be yours again, Tony Stark, just as you will be mine.

And it was as pleasurable as any of their other joinings, and, as always, they remained close in the aftermath, Tony all but plastered to his body, a hand upon his chest and his face pressed near Loki’s neck. Loki stroked the man’s back, circling every notch in the mortal’s spine. He kissed the top of the man’s head.

“If I didn’t need to do this sober,” Tony muttered, “I’d be downing that bottle about now.”

Loki smiled faintly. “You are not the one who will be in need of it, my dear.”

Tony startled and lifted his head, eyes wide. “What did you call me?”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Were you the only one allowed an endearment in this partnership?”

“No,” Tony murmured, swallowing. “No. I… I liked it.”

“I’m glad. I shall continue to use it then, my dear.”

Tony ducked his head, but his clear enjoyment was obvious. He resettled back on Loki’s chest, and Loki’s hand moved up to the mortal’s brunet hair. It was softer than it looked and Loki enjoyed the way touching it seemed to calm the man’s usually restless energy.

They remained in silence for some minutes. Loki relishing the closeness, committing every sight, smell and feeling to memory.

“I meant what I said last week when we started this,” Tony said softly, breaking the quiet. “I don’t expect you to wait an entire century for me.”

Loki sighed softly. “Tony, I have no plans to simply discard you merely because I have to wait a few decades.”

“Decades,” Tony stressed. “That’s-”

“Not as long to me as it seems to you,” Loki interjected firmly. “Understand that time and how I count it is different to the way that mortals do. I might accept a diversion or two, but they will be little more than that, I assure you.” He caught Tony’s chin, tugging up his head and placing a delicate kiss to his lips. “I do not know my future self,” he murmured, “but I cannot imagine he feels any less than I do now. Rather, after knowing you for three years, I am sure he is waiting with bated breath to have you back at his side and finally his to reclaim.”

Tony looked to be struggling with how to react to his words, but in the end a tired smile curled his lips.

“Damn wordsmith,” he whispered.

Loki huffed a laugh, but did not get long to express it before Tony caught his lips in another kiss. Tony also shifted up the bed, straddling his waist and loosely wrapping his arms around Loki’s neck.

When their embrace broke, Tony pressed their foreheads together.

“I really hope that happens, Lokes,” Tony confessed, “but whatever does happen, I’m glad I got this with you. Glad I got to meet you back here. Whatever the future holds for us, no matter what might change in the middle… I’m always going to love you, Loki.”

Loki’s breath hitched, his eyes widening. Tony pulled back to better meet his gaze, a stubborn expression on his face.

“I mean it. You don’t have to say it, I get that it’s too damn soon for you. But I want to say that to you now. I want you to fucking know it. Know that I’m your friend no matter what, and I love you for you, now and in the future.”

Loki swallowed hard, the words catching him off guard, not only for their brutal honesty, but for something else… something that felt specific. As if Tony was imparting it for a reason, assuring him of a fact he needed to know.

“Something happens to me,” Loki murmured, “in the future.”

Tony’s expression didn’t waver, didn’t give in a glimmer of information, but that was just as telling.

“You told me I was someone worth knowing in every time period,” Tony said. “Well, to me, you’re worth loving in all of them too. I want you to never doubt that, okay, Lokes?”

The words were… heavy, heady. He could not recall anyone, even his family, expressing such naked and unguarded affection to him. The Aesir never expressed themselves so unashamedly and it swelled Loki’s heart.

“Tony,” he whispered, cupping the man’s cheek and tugging him into a very gentle kiss.

His lover kissed back, pressing their bodies as close as possible and letting their lips express the multitude of things that even words could not. When they broke apart that time, it was only so that Loki could roll his lover beneath him.

He did not want the moment to break, for the love that Tony had expressed to dim. He wanted to capture it with his mouth and body, to hold it against his heart as a balm against whatever wounds the future would hold—and as a reminder that whatever might befall him, he and Tony would soon meet again.

Despite both of their best attempts to forget about the encroaching deadline, they couldn’t stop the hours from slipping away from them. All too soon, they had to bathe, reclothe and leave Loki’s rooms.

Between them, they collected all the spell ingredients and the little that Tony would take with him. They left the house in the early hours when the street was dark and his neighbours were long in bed. He placed a hand to Tony’s shoulder and teleported them to the spot in which Tony had appeared those few short weeks ago.

As they began to prepare, Loki made sure to put up spells to divert anyone from getting too close. He would have to remove them when they performed the ritual, but for now it would keep them from being disturbed.

Once everything was complete, Loki stepped back and turned to Tony. His lover stood pensively, his hands in loose fists at his sides. His attention was on the markings that Loki had scrawled on the ground. The circle would act as a funnel and a beacon for the magic, allowing Tony’s body and energy to realign with its correct and appropriate timeline.

Loki took a moment to simply admire him.

The man had changed in many ways since their first meeting on the street; his clothing was tailored and complimented his form greatly. His hair, both on his head and face were well groomed and styled. He was incredibly physically handsome… but it was secondary to the sharp intelligence, the mischievous personality, the many conversations they had shared which flowed with ease and good humour. It was the man as a whole who arrested Loki so completely.

He closed the distance, cupped the man’s face and kissed him. Tony made a noise and grabbed his jacket even while pressing their chests together. The kiss went on, not ending until Tony had to yank them apart to gasp for breath.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Fucking shit. You better keep your damn word and kiss me when I get back.”

Loki huffed a laugh and stroked the man’s cheeks. “I shall look forward to doing just that.”

Tony smiled, but it looked strained. He also leant forward, Loki’s hands dropped and Tony’s forehead pressed to his shoulder. Loki cupped the back of the man’s neck with one hand, while his other arm wrapped around Tony’s waist.

“God,” Tony mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

Loki frowned. “What are you apologising for?”

“Acting like I’m the one who’s about to suffer when you’re the one who has to wait a fucking century.”

Loki shook his head. “No, my dear. We each suffer in different ways. Mine is time, yours is uncertainty. Both will be solved soon enough.”

“Not soon enough for you,” Tony muttered, barely loud enough for Loki to hear.

“But I shall survive it to meet you again,” Loki promised. “And then the future will be ours to share.”

In response, Tony’s arms went around his waist, he seemed to lean even further against him, his hold tightening to the point it would likely be painful for a mortal, but to Loki, it only made him better cradle the man against him.

The embrace seemed to both go on for eternity and yet, did not last long enough before Tony pulled back.

“Fuck, okay. Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s do this now before I decide to put it off for another fucking week.”

“Very well,” Loki agreed quietly. “Enter the circle, Tony.”

Tony took two steps forward before pausing, swivelling around and grabbing Loki’s jacket again. He startled but Tony merely dragged him into another quick, but bruising kiss.

“One more for the road,” he murmured, breathing the words against his mouth. “See you in the future, Loki.”

He then let Loki go and determinedly walked into the circle. Loki pressed his lips together firmly so that he would not say anything to ruin the resolve that had settled over his lover’s features. He did give himself one final time to commit the mortal to memory before he released his seidr, letting it spread from his fingers to hover in the air between them.

“Are you ready?”

Tony’s expression hardened. “Do it.”

Loki nodded and dropped the varying spells hiding them. He let his seidr hesitate between them for a moment longer.

“Until I see you again, my dear.”

“I’ll be waiting, Lokes.”

Loki smiled faintly before releasing his seidr. It dove into the markings and lit Tony’s form in shades of green. He called out the words for the spell, never letting his voice waver or fade. The magic flared, shooting up around Tony in a blinding tunnel of green reminiscent of the bifrost before, from one blink to the next, the magic was gone and so was Tony Stark.

Loki cleared the remains of the spell before returning to his Midgardian abode.

The place was dark and held none of the warmth of Tony’s presence or chatter. It felt… cold and Loki sighed. He wandered the rooms, collecting any tomes or items he needed to take back with him. He also visited his bedchamber, running his fingers over the bedding he had shared with his lover.

He grabbed the green robe both he and Tony had been fond of and slipped it into his pocket dimension. He also hesitated with his hand over the scotch before capping and taking that as well. With nothing further to gather, he wrote a letter to the owner, sent it into the hands of the Midgardian delivery service and left with a teleport in order to call for Heimdall.

Loki already knew that the next time he would come to Midgard it would be to find Tony. Until then, the planet of mortals would hold nothing for him but a reminder of his current loss.

And, more than he had ever expressed to Tony, he did feel that loss. He felt it acutely.

Tony Stark might have only been in his life for a few weeks, but he had burrowed deeply into his heart and Loki knew that the long decades ahead would not have any chance of removing him.

Time, after leaving Midgard, moved slowly for Loki. He felt the sluggish drag of every month and every year.

And while some went faster than others.

(Time on Alfheim; teaching students, exploring the libraries and vast forests).

Others did not.

(Stuck upon Asgard; engaging in tedious courtly functions and yanking his brother out of numerous political disgraces.)

His mother was the only one who understood the cause of his restlessness. She did not try and sooth him, merely taking his hand and smiling gently. She knew better than anyone that one could not hasten the natural passage of time.

And Loki was not entirely idle. There were tricks to play, mischief to rend, and on occasion, dalliances to be shared with new lovers. But the few that he accepted into his bed did not sate him nor leave him inclined to try again. Rather, they paled against the memory of the one he missed and longed to reclaim. They exacerbated his impatience and discontent.

Therefore, his studies became his focus.

But there were still too many listless evenings sitting upon his balcony, the Midgardian pack of cards he had souvenired between his fingers and the green robe hanging off his shoulders. Each time he sat there, he could vividly picture his mortal smirking and explaining the rules and hands to him.

He shuffled them often, overlooking Asgard's skyline and picturing how delightful it would be to have Tony appear from within his rooms to play a game, to slide his fingers into Loki’s hair; kissing him and laughing. To then suggest a game full of cheating only to pull him back into bed once they were through.

Often, his desires got the better of him. His fingers glowing and the space around him morphing into one of the many rooms in that Midgardian abode.

Tony’s illusion would appear, grinning and quipping some new statement.

“Getting a bit maudlin, babe?” Tony’s illusion had asked the first time, leaning over his shoulder and smiling at him. “Still got a while to wait until I’m here again.”

“Indeed,” he’d agreed. “But it is so very dull without you.”

“Lonely too, huh? Why else would you be calling up my pretty face?”

“I do not have to be lonely to wish for your presence, my dear.”

“Charmer,” Tony had teased, winking at him. The illusion had walked away from him, moving between imaginary chairs that mimicked the room from their past. “So, what are you doing tonight?” It had looked at the cards. “Another game? You trying to improve your skills by the time I show up again?”

“Perhaps.”

“Remind me to take you to Vegas. We’ll make a week out of it, go under your illusions and get re-banned together.”

“You are quite aware I have no idea what any of that means.”

Tony had laughed, the sound warm and fond and making Loki miss the man even more.

“Remember to ask me about it then, Lokes. You’ll love it.”

Loki had smiled faintly. “I believe I would love any experience with you.”

Tony’s illusion had looked back and its expression had softened. It had stepped closer, crouching slightly and extending its hand. Its fingers had brushed Loki’s face; but it had been little more than a tingle of energy, barely felt and too easily dispersed. If Tony had pressed any stronger the entire illusion would have collapsed.

He’d pulled away from the mimicry, sending an apologetic smile. Tony had matched it.

“Deal me in, babe.” The illusion had dropped down on the opposing chair. “We’ll be sure to surprise the real me with how we’ll you’ve improved.”

Slipping the physical pack into his pocket dimension, Loki had conjured a fresh illusionary one, and started to deal.

And while Loki had known it was not healthy or wise to play with illusions then, and over the decades, he'd played cards with his lover’s imagery a handful of times; hearing the lilt of his voice, seeing the laughter in his expression and better learning the games that his mortal was so fond of.

It helped to while away the time on a planet that never truly changed.

Until, suddenly, it did change.

It changed with his brother’s ill-advised and approaching coronation.

It changed with a decision to release frost giants upon the realm.

It fell apart because the certainty of meeting Tony on Midgard, could not account for betrayals, for lies, for Laufeyson.

And amidst the pain, amidst the treachery and tears, there were words promised to him.

Whatever the future holds for us, no matter what might change in the middle… I’m always going to love you, Loki.

When he sent the destroyer to attack Thor on Midgard, when his brother fell for a mortal, he felt anger and hesitation swirl inside him. He saw the memory of his friend and lover—he saw his own visage Jotun blue.

I want to say that to you now. I want you to fucking know it. Know that I’m your friend no matter what, and I love you for you, now and in the future.

When he turned the bifrost on another world, his birth world, to try and make a point, to try and prove loyalty to the people who had kidnapped him, the people whom he’d planned to introduce Tony to once their lives realigned.

You told me I was someone worth knowing in every time period. Well, to me, you’re worth loving in all of them too. I want you to never doubt that, okay, Lokes?

And when he heard ‘no’ from the lips of the man who should have been his father, Loki had fallen and trusted the Norns to land him in the arms of his mortal.

Instead, he’d landed somewhere far, far darker.

The Mad Titan.

The Infinity Stones.

The Mind Gem.

A portal to Midgard and an invasion to lead.

His beloved, fighting him, glaring at him inside the Midgardian flight craft. His lover not knowing him. And Loki wanted to laugh madly; to express rage, grief and a spiteful disgust at The Norns.

But… but, perhaps they knew better than even he believed.

Because, he knew this was not the end. He knew this was the start. This was finally the chance he had been waiting for; this was the start of his true alignment with Tony.

His chance at salvation from the void and Thanos.

This was his Tony; his sharp, intelligent, scheming mortal and above anyone else in the realms, he knew he could trust him.

He did not have to fight this battle alone, instead, he could foster an ally. Not overtly, no, Tony would not believe that, and The Other could not have his suspicions roused. But Loki could aid them, he could tip his hand more than he ever would for anyone else.

He could also be honest; explain his manipulations and forced hand. If nothing else, surely, he would arouse something in his mortal; even if it was just the curiosity of a puzzle and sympathy for his plight.

It worked.

His gambit saved Midgard. His truths, when offered, were believed.

Yes, Thor was a hindrance, and a few weeks in a Midgardian cell bored him dreadfully, but it did allow him to heal.

And while he was also forced to speak with numerous mortals, and to hear Thor’s brotherly speeches intermixed with guilt over his suffering, and lack of awareness as to his coercion (it was truly a blessing the cell kept him from striking the man as it would not do well to ruin the strides he was making with SHIELD.) He did speak to the one he wanted—Tony was just as smart, but far more wary, far more suspicious. A combination that would have irritated him in other circumstances, but not now.

Now, it was a new aspect to study, a wall he had to navigate beneath; a side of Tony Stark that he would greedily catalogue.

And yes, learning his mortal had a female lover was… unfortunate, but Loki knew it would not last. In three years, Tony would be unknowingly in love with him, in three years, his lover would reappear, and in the meantime, Loki would build a friendship, a partnership that the Titan himself would fear to break.

Loki had time.

And soon, he would have the right time.

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Three years was ample time to fall in love. Or perhaps, three years was merely time enough to fall for Tony Stark.

Because Loki did fall, faster than even he might have expected.

The first few months were difficult, building the man’s trust, encouraging their rapport. The mortal did not want him in his tower initially and Loki was forced to live in SHIELD lodgings (an action he only tolerated as it worked in his favour).

Barton and Romanov appreciated his aid on missions. Rogers acted as if he was some wounded hound in need of compassion. The man who housed the green beast, Loki would have outright avoided, but green scientists was a term Tony had used with fondness. Therefore, Loki spoke to the man whenever he was able. As he did with Colonel James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes and Miss Virginia ‘Pepper’ Potts. He also made sure to speak politely with the AI known as JARVIS.

Loki knew the many people whom held a spot in Tony Stark’s heart and he used that information shamelessly.

And, although it took time, those very walls around Tony fell. His smiles from the past became more common, his affectionate nature bloomed, and an invitation to the tower was not only extended but repeated until Loki agreed.

Yes, it was easy to fit into Tony’s life; to become the friend he had been assured he would be.

He showed him seidr, taught him magic theory, guided him in the art of throwing daggers, befriended him and protected him with spells in all the ways that Loki had witnessed over a century prior.

And sometimes, Lok had to wonder, just as Tony had trusted him so openly in the past, rousing his curiosity and the lowering of his guard—if his own actions had not been the same catalyst in the future?

His affection, his belief in their connection was allowing him to offer something he would never normally dare with a stranger.

It was simply another paradox.

Or, ‘fucking time magic’ as Tony would have cursed.

And so, Loki was there to watch the relationship with Pepper disintegrate, to be one of the friends who helped him through it. He met the mentioned robots. He spent long evenings in the laboratory with him, he fought in battles, was exposed to numerous ‘pop culture classics’.

He, slowly but inevitably, fell in love.

And it was with a mixture of amusement and exasperation that he found himself with the support and encouragement of the many people in Tony’s life whom he had befriended through initial necessity.

“Tony’s oblivious,” James had told him once. “He’s a great guy, but he has no idea that the two of you have been flirting for months. You just need to make a move on him.”

“I appreciate your insight, James,” Loki had answered, pouring the colonel a coffee. “Thank you. But I am content as we are.”

James had scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “Then you’re really just going to go around in circles until he finally gets his head out of his ass?”

“I will not wait forever,” Loki had compromised. “You have no need to stage an intervention.”

James had given a surprised laugh. “Are you listening in on Stark Industries private lines?”

Confused, Loki had looked over his shoulder at where the man sat upon the couch in Loki’s private tower quarters.

“Pardon?”

James had cracked a smile. “Conference call with me, Pepper, Bruce and JARVIS. I was stage one.”

“Honestly,” Loki had muttered, but a fond smile had twitched at his lips. He’d shot JARVIS’ nearest camera a wry look. “How dramatic of you.”

“I believe that a relationship between you and Sir would greatly improve the health and happiness of you both, Mr Liesmith.”

“Be that as it may,” Loki had said, bringing over the drinks. “I will not rush things.”

“Loki,” James had answered. “Tony and Pepper have been broken up for over a year. He’s over her. I get wanting to wait to make sure he’s healed, but I know him. He’s there, he’s ready.”

“But perhaps I am not,” Loki had replied.

Dropping his gaze, he had looked at his mug; plain white with ‘Loki Industries’ written in green (something he had done jokingly to one of Tony's which had made the mortal laugh uproariously. Tony had then had this one custom made, just for him). He had long adored it, but it was large and ceramic, so unlike the ones he had drunk from back in London.

“Loki?” James had questioned, his tone gentling and pulling Loki from his memories.

He had shaken his head to clear it. “I appreciate your varied concerns, but please do not push this. I will approach him when the time is right, not any sooner.”

At the time, James had let it go and they'd moved onto other things, but his words had not completely silenced the four of them. They continued to gently pester him and while it could have been infuriating (and at times he almost did snap at them, because it had been over a century, and his patience was growing thin) but he knew they were concerned for him. They wanted him to succeed. Loki could not recall many in his life who so honestly supported and would fight for his happiness.

(There was Frigga, of course, but even now his relationship with her, with all of Asgard was strained. Even with the bifrost and communication restored, he had made his displeasure with returning there or speaking with anyone well known.)

And so, despite his own frustration, as well as that of those around him, Loki stayed silent and he waited.

Loki was in the main living quarters of the tower, enjoying the early morning sunshine.

It was well past sunrise, but it was common to have the room to himself until noon. He had a favoured brew of tea and a good book. Often, Bruce would join him and they would enjoy the silence and solitude before Tony would stumble down from the penthouse or lab.

Once present, he would either bombard them with manic-sleep deprived energy, or groan pitifully with stubble on his face and a half-drunk cup of coffee in his hands. He would plead, with sunglasses covering his eyes for Loki to please dim the windows.

(He complied at least nine times out of ten.)

Today, it was not Bruce who was the first to greet him, rather, it was Tony. He came in, tripping over air as he tried to straighten his tie. He looked around and lit up when he found some of his favoured dried berries on the counter.

“You’re a lifesaver, Lokes.”

“I know not what you mean,” Loki said, turning a page.

“Nope. I call bullshit. You always magic them into places I can find them. I swear you’ve got an ‘anti-loss’ spell on them or something.”

“I assure you I have no such thing.”

(Rather, it merely sent them to one of three locations in the tower; all areas that Tony would be guaranteed to search first.)

“Either way, lifesaver. Which is a lot better than slavedriver which is what Pepper is. Why the hell do I have to go and attend meetings? I made her CEO for a reason.”

“Then refuse her,” Loki said, turning another page, although, it hardly had any of his attention. “But, do have JARVIS record the conversation. I would like footage of when she finally murders you.”

“Ha, fucking ha. You’re a real comedian, Lokes.”

Loki finally smiled, he also gave in and lowered his book. Tony was leaning against the counter, eating berries and fiddling with the coffee machine. Surprisingly, he was not turning it on.

“And what has Pepper decreed you must do?”

Tony’s nose scrunched. “Ugh. I have to attend a meeting, in fucking England. Can you believe it? She wanted me to go in the private jet, but I said, hell no. If you’re making me go over there, I’m at least flying the suit. It’s been ages since I’ve been able to get out in her.”

Loki stiffened, but immediately forced his body to relax. He hoped that it had not been noted, but, by this point, he was quite certain JARVIS had long categorised his response whenever that part of Midgard came up.

Because this was not the first time, rather, it was the fifth, but only the third where Tony had used his suit to travel the distance. But unlike the others, this was the closest to the allotted timeframe. They had, in fact, known each other for three and a half years.

He felt like he had been waiting for this moment for eternity. The last few months had seemed to go on for fresh new agonising centuries.

“Then do not let me keep you from enjoying your flight.”

Tony smiled. “I don’t know, you could make a pretty good counter offer with some new magic secrets.”

“And risk the wrath of Pepper Potts?”

And miss the chance to have you the way I have been longing for since we parted?

“And I thought you were a fearless and all powerful demi-god? You really afraid of one teensy tiny mortal?”

Loki raised his eyebrow. “I will inform her you said that. Or rather, JARVIS, surely you can send her a soundbite of Tony’s remarks?”

“Of course, Mr. Liesmith.”

“Fucking hell, fine,” Tony said, pouting rather dramatically. “I’m going.” He turned and started to leave, but not without calling over his shoulder, “But you’re a party pooper. See if I invite you into the lab when I get back.”

Loki didn’t reply, at least, not at first, and not loud enough for Tony or even JARVIS to hear, but quietly, he whispered, “If you return the way I hope, it will be the last place I wish us to be, my dear.”

And although he knew it would take some hours for Tony to arrive in his destination, Loki did not pick up his book again to read. Instead, he walked to his rooms and sat in one of the chairs, shuffling his pack of cards and having JARVIS give him updates every half hour on Tony’s location.

The moment that the AI announced he was approaching the United Kingdom, Loki teleported. He returned to the same location where he had drawn the ritual a century prior. A place he had visited every time Tony's travels had brough him to London.

For the fifth time, he waited in the shadow of a nearby building, his heart in his throat and his eyes on the sky.

He could feel the magic in the air, hear the faint sound of Iron Man in the distance; the shouts and frantic noises of confused mortals. Loki felt his own seidr quiver beneath his skin.

This is it, he thought, feeling the certainty settle deep in his bones. It is the right time.

And that was when he saw it, the Iron Man armour in the sky, Tony’s sudden stop, his swivel. He darted to the left and out of sight. Loki waited, his breath bated and his ears and senses straining for anything.

The explosion came first, not a sound, but a feeling; an abrupt surge of magic moments before Tony’s suit was thrown backwards. He hit the ground with a flare of light only for the brightness to yank inwards, taking Tony with it.

He was gone in the blink of an eye. Only, in another blink, he appeared again. Not in his armour, but in a different suit, a tailored suit that Loki had helped him pick. Tony was frantically checking his body, Loki could see his mouthing forming ‘JARVIS’ but Loki was already crossing the street, shoving aside a mortal and closing the distance.

Tony’s gaze snapped up, meeting his and taking a lurching step forward.

“Loki-”

Loki grabbed him, yanking him close and slotting his mouth against his lover’s. Tony’s hands tangled in his hair. Their motions were frantic and too harsh, far from the soft reunion he might have once imagined.

Tony ripped his lips away with a gasp.

“Loki? Lokes? Babe? You’re here, you’re still-”

“I am in love with you,” Loki promised him fervently, moving his hands to cup Tony’s cheeks. “I told you it would not change, regardless of the time. It only grew.”

Tony released a harsh laugh and slumped against him.

“Holy fuck. Holy shit. I’m back, you’re here, it’s real.”

“Yes,” Loki promised, closing his eyes and relaxing for the first time in many years. “Finally.”

Tony’s nose brushed against his own and his hands slid to Loki’s back, rubbing soothingly.

“I’m sorry you had to wait so long, Lokes.” He kissed the corner of Loki’s mouth. “I’m sorry I made you wait.”

Loki smiled. “My dear, you gave me something to wait for. When everything else seemed bleak, I had you. The Norns were cruel, but they were also kind, and now, after it all, you are finally here and mine.”

“Fuck,” Tony whispered, his nails digging into Loki's back. “I’m sorry about that too. Sorry that I couldn’t tell you what would happen, couldn’t fucking warn you or-”

Loki kissed him, silencing the words, not wanting to hear anything more.

“You are not to blame,” Loki said when they broke apart. “I can lay my anger and betrayal at the feet of many, but not you, my dear. Of that I promise.”

Tony’s grip tightened further, clutching him in a hug that reminded him so strongly of their parting that he ached anew. He abruptly could not stand remaining in this place. Loki bundled the mortal in his arms and let his seidr swirl around them, transporting them, not to New York, but instead to Tony’s home in Malibu. It was the place he had long decided he would have them retreat to; a place far away from others and alone save JARVIS and Tony’s robotic children.

The moment they arrived, JARVIS said, sounding both confused and concerned, “Sir! My sensors indicated you disappeared for 1.2 seconds. Your clothing has been altered and-”

“Time Travel, J,” Tony interrupted. “I’ve been in the past for a few weeks.” He breathed out shakily. “Found Lokes back there, worked out I was in love, got sent back, and now finally we're both where we belong.”

Loki tilted up Tony’s face, thumbing his cheek gently. “A meeting that I would never take back, my dear.”

Tony’s expression softened, showcasing so much love that Loki could not resist leaning forward to kiss him, only, before their mouths could connect, Tony jerked back.

"Oh, wait, fuck," Tony breathed. "The device. The kids. I was in the middle of it and it will still be happening. Is it-"

"I informed Stephen Strange," Loki interjected.

Tony blinked. "You what now? I thought you couldn't stand him?"

"I cannot," Loki agreed, "but I required a competent enough magic-user to tidy up the mess. He was the logical choice."

Tony frowned. "Wait... you told him I went back in time?"

"I illuded. He was intelligent enough to grasp it."

"Huh."

Loki waited a moment, but when nothing more was forthcoming, he reclosed the space, and this time, his lover did not deny him. Their lips connected and they stayed there for some time, simply reacquainting and sharing the soft embrace. The only thing that forced them apart was the inevitable need for air.

Loki could have stayed in the moment eternally; his lover in his arms, the freedom of the future stretching out between them, but JARVIS quietly said, “I apologise sirs, but am I to inform Miss Potts that you will not be returning to England?”

“Damn right,” Tony agreed. “We’re not leaving this house unless it’s a world-saving emergency. Lock us down, J.”

“Of course, Sir.”

And yet, for all that JARVIS was undoubtably complying, there was a distinct weight to the air. Tony frowned and looked at the ceiling. “Something else to say, J?”

There was a pause before, “Mr Liesmith?”

“Yes, JARVIS?”

“Can I conclude that this was the reason for your resistance in approaching Mr Stark?”

Loki chuckled, and finally, he offered words long bitten back behind gritted teeth.

“Yes. As I insisted to each of you, I had to wait for the right time.”

Tony blinked. “Wait.” He pulled back. “Holy shit. Was JARVIS trying to set us up?”

“Incessantly,” Loki said, chuckling softly. “Along with James, Bruce and Pepper. It was frustrating while it occurred, but humorous now that you are returned to me.”

Rather than laugh, Tony’s face twisted, flooding with sympathy and pain.

“God, Loki.” Tony cupped his cheek. “That had to of hurt you. Fuck. So much must have and I was being a fucking idiot and-”

Loki kissed him, silencing the man’s words. He did not let the embrace last as he pulled back.

“Enough, Tony.”

“But-”

“Enough,” he insisted. “There was pain as I waited, yes, but not where you believe. I hurt far more in Asgard than I ever did in this tower having you in my life.”

“But-”

“You aided me,” Loki interrupted, “when I was at the worse points in my life, I had you to think of. I knew, given time, I would find you. You held a light amidst the darkness, my dear. Even finding you as an enemy with a female lover, it did not deflate or hurt me. I knew it was merely a piece of your past I would need to wait through. Having you beside me, no matter how distant, has been a wonderful three years.”

“God damn wordsmith,” Tony hissed, sounding choked.

Loki chuckled, but the sound was stolen halfway through by Tony’s lips as they kissed. They then continued to kiss, Tony’s hands scrambling on his tunic and making Loki grin and clutch his lover’s hips.

It was with another teleport that he brought them to Tony’s room, and, unlike in the past, he did not need to shut the door, nor send away unwanted servants. All his attention could be focused on his love as he finally stripped him of clothing that had been there for a century too long.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, they laid curled together in the bed, Tony’s head was on his chest and Loki’s fingers were carding through his lover’s hair. It was so like the past, and yet, so beautifully new.

“You’re not out of practice even after a century,” Tony said, tracing a finger over his chest. “It was just as good as before.”

Loki smiled faintly, as for all the words were casually said, Loki knew his lover far too well.

“Are you prying for information, Tony?”

“Pfft. Me? Why would I care what you’ve been up to for the last few decades?”

Yet, the uncomfortable shifting of his body clearly contradicted his words.

“There were three,” Loki told him, deciding to cut to the heart of it. “Once each, and wholly unsatisfying. All within the first two decades without you.”

Tony lifted his head and Loki glanced down, seeing the man’s blatantly shocked expression.

“You… you seriously just… stopped?”

“I saw no reason to seek a partner when I was waiting for the one that I truly wanted. I had enough to engage me without including another in the practice.”

“Wow,” Tony breathed. “That’s… okay, I’m selfishly happy about that.”

Loki chuckled. “Good.”

Yet, a moment later, Tony shifted again, his fingers beginning an anxious rhythm on Loki’s chest.

“So, you really never fell for anyone while I was gone?” Tony pressed. “No one made you go ‘wow, this would be so much easier than waiting?’.”

“I am afraid not,” Loki replied. “Rather…”

He hesitated and Tony’s gaze immediately narrowed, focusing intently on him.

“Rather?” Tony asked, sounding wary.

And Loki had no intention of letting that concern linger. He sent his seidr to the space long protected inside his pocket dimension. He withdrew the fruit and the moment it appeared in his palm, Tony sat up in bed, staring at it with incredulity.

“No fucking way,” he breathed.

“Yes.”

"I thought they weren’t allowed to leave Asgard?"

"They are not,” Loki agreed.

“How the fuck did you even get this?” he whispered; his hand extended but not quite touching the golden skin.

“I took it long ago,” Loki admitted. “When I reigned briefly as King and could not be stopped. Truthfully, it was the first action I took. There was much on my mind then; so much anger and betrayal but… you still remained there to tether me. And I could not bear to miss the chance presented by my position as ruler.”

Tony’s fingers finally brushed it and Loki’s breath caught.

“You were my hope,” Loki admitted quietly. “The reminder that I merely had to wait a mere few years and you would be returned to me. That, once mine, I could offer the one thing that would keep you from ever being taken from me again.”

“You really want me forever, Lokes?” Tony asked, his voice barely audible. His gaze flicked from the apple to Loki. “Only been on one date, sure that’s enough?”

“Ah, but I have known you for years," Loki countered. "I know the good and the bad of you, Tony Stark. I am certain, and this may wait as long as needed until you are equally so.” He smiled and thumbed his lover’s chin. “After all, my dear, you are worth knowing in every time period, including those that are yet to come.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony breathed, swallowing hard. “Silvertongue, should be goldtongue or something. Whatever ranks higher, because God, you could make me eat that in half a second talking like that.”

Loki’s smile dimmed. “I would never coerce you, Tony. I-”

“No, no,” Tony interjected. “I don’t, fuck, I don’t mean it like that. You just… you make me feel like I could be good enough for you. Like I’m not a fuck up, or like there isn’t someone better out there.”

“I assure you there is not,” Loki quickly insisted.

Tony smiled wryly. “Yeah, still not quite believing that one, but…”

He trailed off, but still reached out and took the apple. Loki watched riveted as it rested in his lover’s palm.

“I want to eat this,” Tony admitted. “I want to spend both of our futures together.” He licked his lips. “But I want you to be sure. I want you to date me for a bit and work out exactly how much you want me.”

Loki huffed a breath. “Tony, have I not already proven that, even with a century to wait, I would still select you? Still wait for you and never veer from that desire or determination? It is you whom I want. No other. That apple can wait as long as you wish, but I swear to you, on my life, on my seidr that there will be no other I want or love as deeply as I do you.”

Tony trembled, the apple shaking in his hands. Loki reached out to touch him, but Tony shook his head. He sat up more fully, his gaze on the apple. Loki watched him with concern, but slowly, rather than place the apple down or lay back on the bed, Tony raised it.

Loki’s breath caught and held as he stared, fixated by the sight.

“I love you,” Tony said. “Now, and in whatever damned future your weirdass Norns dream up.”

Loki startled into a laugh and Tony’s lips twitched, but the smile was soon hidden as he pressed the apple to them. He bit down and Loki swallowed around a lump. His eyes felt damp, but he could only smile through the joy.

Sitting upon their bed, eating an ancient fruit, Loki watched his lover begin to glow with all the resistance and life of an Asgardian.

Their future, finally, was now.