mrtonystark (mrtonystark) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-20 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, loki odinson, tony stark (iron man) |
I suspect that’s one of the perks of having quite a lot of money and a name for yourself, isn’t it?
Who: Tony Stark and Loki
When: Early December
Where: Liquor store
What: Loki kinda hates Tony.
Rating/Warning: Low/None??
Status: Complete!
With holidays looming, that meant entertaining guests. And, all right, so Loki had openly offered to do a night with Thor and Natasha before Christmas, but suddenly he seemed so unenthused with the idea it nearly gave him a headache. What didn’t give him a headache these days.
Still, there he was, at one of his more preferred liquor stores. They had a wonderful selection of wine, which was Loki’s main point of going. Still, he figured he should pick up a bottle of whiskey and something else, for after dinner drinks. He stood in front of the whiskeys, trying to decide if he wanted to go with one that’s tried-and-true, or maybe be spontaneous and have something new.
Oh, God, a liquor store. Who should be there besides Tony Stark? Pretty much buying out the whole store. Hell, he had a standing order, and was simply swinging by to pick up his giant box of booze. A random assortment, too. Mostly the good stuff, but he kept cheap shit around in case he had a floozy spend the night and needed something to offer her.
Tony started down the aisle with the bottles of whiskey, and paused. He never forgot a face. This was the guy--the glove guy--that he’d run into before. He slipped past the other man, and reached up to the top shelf to grab a bottle of his favorite brand.
Oh, for the love of - Loki had to resist the urge to run his hand down his face. But his eyes narrowed slightly of their own accord, and he took a step back, muttering internally about how some people lack any manners. And he was surprised that Stark could even reach the top shelf without a step stool. Speaking of, Loki made a note of what brand the other man was getting, so it could be avoided at all costs. Petty? Yes. Loki didn’t really care.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Tony Stark said, turning to look over his shoulder at the other man. Giraffe. Whatever he was. He hadn’t heard what the other said, except that he thought he heard the word ‘manners’ in there somewhere.
Loki glanced up, giving Tony a look that was too innocent to actually be innocent at all. “I didn’t realize I was thinking out loud. My apologies.” The sincerity was there if you squinted.
Tony wasn’t squinting. Though, quite honestly, he didn’t care if there was sincerity in the other man’s words or not. He simply shrugged it off. It was like droplets of water hitting something hydrophobic. “Apology accepted.” He said, then broke into a grin that was sincere even if you weren’t squinting. He turned to head up to the register carrying his bottle of scotchy scotch.
Loki took in a deep breath to remind himself that it was nothing. That, in the grand scheme of things, Tony Stark meant nothing. But how easy would it be to make the floor a bit icy, or to make the bottle shatter without being anywhere near it? Very easy. Loki decided to forget getting the whiskey all together and grabbed the bottles of wine he’d come for, and almost cursed whatever beings were out there that he ended up in line behind his (not so) favourite person.
Tony was standing there in line, having completely forgotten about the scarf man with the apology. He was rocking back and forth on his heels a little bit, going through some calculations in his head. And then he started to whistle. Not just any tune, mind you. But Frosty, the Snowman.
The list of ways that he could permanently injure Tony Stark began to run through Loki’s mind again. He clenched his jaw for a moment before saying, in the least snappy voice he could manage, “Do you mind? The Christmas music playing over the speakers is more than enough without your own renditions.”
“I take requests.” Tony said, turning to look at the other man over his shoulder. He started to whistle the Emperor’s theme from Star Wars instead.
“No one’s making any,” came the icy reply. Loki became aware of his tightening grip on the wine bottles and eased up, glancing up at the till where someone was making a fuss. All that meant was that Loki would have to continue to put up with Stark longer than he had to.
“Well, yeah. But they could.” Tony said. He was actually kind of enjoying irritating this stranger. He started whistling the Jeopardy theme.
“And yet, they’re not. It’s a miracle most people put up with you, though I suspect that’s one of the perks of having quite a lot of money and a name for yourself, isn’t it?” Loki raised his eyebrows.
Tony paused on that thought. “One of them, yes.” He agreed, nodding.
“Mm, not that I could blame you, I suppose. At the heart of it, isn’t all you’re really doing is making up for a missed childhood? Such a shame.” Loki shrugged one of his shoulders dismissively.
“Just call me Michael Jackson.” Tony said, breaking into a smile, then stepped up to the register to pay for his bottle. Oh, and the box of bottles they were keeping behind the counter for him, too.
“Ever so witty. Enjoy it while you can, Mr. Stark. I suspect in due time it won’t all be quite fun and games for you.” Loki said it so casually that it was almost hard to miss the edge on his voice. He knew that, should Tony Stark start to dream, then all of those doubts and fears will feed right into his every day life. And Loki is more than happy to sit there and watch it unfold.
“Thanks.” Tony responded, then, on second thought, he added, “Gloves man.” And then he picked up the crate of bottles and headed out of the shop.