mrtonystark (mrtonystark) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-01-29 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, loki odinson, tony stark (iron man) |
Who: Loki and Tony.
When: During the AU plot.
Where: Stark Enterprises
What: Chatting, having coffee
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
This place was, Loki decided, very dull. Compared to most things he’d experienced in his life, anyway, which had been a lot of things. Even the weird dreaming nonsense seemed normal. How off-putting. And his talk with Billy Kaplan had turned up nothing in regards to what, exactly, Loki was doing here, so that was pretty upsetting, too.
He heaved an overly dramatic sigh as he walked, hands plunged deep into the pockets of the hooded sweater that he’d grown overly fond of in just a matter of a day. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why he was allowed to roam free, but he wasn’t going to complain. Spending all day with Fandral seemed like a strange sort of Hel.
And that was when his eyes caught a sign that made his eyebrows go up. Stark Industries? Of all places or things in the world, this was what he wound up stumbling into? Curious, as always, Loki wandered across the street and peered at the impressive collection of buildings. He’d never actually seen anything about Stark beyond the suit and the technology he provided in building New Asgard. It seemed so … Vast. Loki’s mind might have boggled if he weren’t Loki.
Tony had noticed that a couple of people were acting strange, but hadn’t thought too much on it. He was down in the lobby of his building, dropping something off with the door man. There was a delivery person who was supposed to come and pick it up. A courier. Honestly, it wasn’t important why he was in the lobby, just that he was there. And he happened to turn and look, and catch sight of someone familiar. Someone he’d seen before. He stopped to stare straight back at the man. The… scarf man? From the liquor store?
Well, man might be being too generous, but Loki supposed he was adult in appearance enough to be called that, if it ever came up in conversation. He stood up a bit and turned his head, feeling eyes on him. It was one of the perks of being a god, really, especially of being Loki, and that was a general sense of when things were amiss. And maybe he was in a younger body, but his mind was still very much old, and he locked eyes quite easily with one Tony Stark.
Loki very nearly waved excitedly, then paused. There was no saying if the Stark of this world knew of the Loki, and certainly if he did, it would be an older Loki. He was caught suddenly with the thought that he had no idea what to do. So he waved anyway, offering up a smile.
The smile and wave caught Tony off guard. The last two interactions he’d had with the Scarf Man weren’t exactly the kind that would warrant such a greeting. But he broke into a little grin and nodded himself. Then decided to change direction and not go back to the elevator, but poke his head out of the lobby door and say hello. Might be a step toward turning someone who knew he was an ass hole into someone who only thought he was an ass hole.
“Howdy.” Tony said, stepping out of the lobby onto the street, not too far from where Loki was standing. “...it’s chilly out here.”
Loki’s eyes narrowed a bit. He couldn’t help it, honest! This Tony Stark was … Well, smaller than the one Loki knew. That was just weird. Still, he seemed Stark-ish enough. Loki rocked on his heels a bit and shrugged.
“Is it? I hadn’t noticed. Where I’m from, technically and all, it’s much chillier. I find the weather much more agreeable in this place.”
This Tony Stark was definitely smaller than the one in his dreams. He felt the same… mostly. Though he had aspirations. He raised an eyebrow at the words. They were familiar and strange at the same time. "Oh? And where is it you're from?"
“Asgard. Jotunheim. … I mean Broxton, Oklahoma.” Loki flashed a grin. It was very likely none of that meant anything to Tony Stark, and probably even more likely that the man would just brush it off as the ramblings of a weird teenager. “The point is, very cold.”
Well, Oklahoma was something that meant something to Tony. It was one of those funny-shaped states. He raised an eyebrow though, and gave a half nod. “Uh huh. I see.” He wondered why this gentleman was being… almost friendly, when his latest experiences with the guy he thought this guy was were not so great. ...if that made any sense.
“Come on into the lobby, if you want to warm up. We’ve got a coffee machine here, and the coffee’s not half bad.” Tony offered, motioning to the door.
Coffee! Loki’s favourite thing about Midgard! After breakfast sausage and bacon and Korean BBQ of course. He gave a too-wide grin, because this is what being the good guy got you, coffee invitations from Tony Stark, and that was sort of nice. “As always, Anthony, son of Howard, you are surprisingly kind.”
Tony was a little surprised at being addressed as “Anthony, son of Howard”... but he couldn’t refute it. He simply held the door open to admit his strange, new friend. “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he offered, then ushered the other inside the building where it was warm and smart.
“Of course there is.” Loki found the saying to be redundant. And people of Midgard loved their sayings. He wandered inside the building and looked around in a quiet sort of awe. Yes, Loki may have been around for centuries, and Asgardian technology was impressive, but he knew nothing of earth-science, and was therefore curious about all of it.
It was a pretty ridiculous saying, wasn’t it? Cliche, and tired, over-used and under-meant… if that made any sense. Tony didn’t care, though. He used so many words it was hard to keep track of them all. He normally meant everything that came out of his mouth, but right now he wasn’t paying that much attention. Besides, when did an over-used and under-meant saying ever hurt anyone?
“Here you go.” Tony said, motioning toward the coffee bar. There were pots with cups and lids, where one could pour oneself free drip coffee, and packets of powdered creamer and sugar. Then there was an espresso cart, where one could buy the good stuff.
Fandral would probably be less than pleased that Loki returned home jittery on caffeine thanks to Tony Stark, but that wasn’t exactly something Loki really cared about in the long run. He poured himself a coffee with a few delightful packets of sugar, feeling quite pleased with the whole thing.
“So I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you’re just a normal ol’ Tony Stark in this place, aren’t you? No fancy suits or anything? Such a shame. Everyone here is so boring.”
Tony glanced at Loki, and thought for a long moment about how much he was supposed to say in a situation like this. “No fancy suits.” He repeated. “I’m on the way, though.” He added, a moment of pride. (Tony Stark? Proud? Never.)
Loki scrunched up his face. What was wrong with this place? How come no one was the way they should be? “You’ve got a long way to go. You should get on that. And mind how you behave, because things get a bit dodgy for you.”
“No doubt,” Tony replied to the dodgy comment. Because, well, he could believe it. Really and truly. He gave one nod, though, considering the other comment. “You’re right. I’ve got work to do. Enjoy your coffee.” He gave the man a half-wave, then turned to head back to the elevator. He needed to call Jarvis.
Loki waved in return, sipping down the hot coffee much quicker than any normal person might. With Stark gone, that sort of gave Loki, in his eyes, a chance to look around. And, honestly, what point was there being the god of mischief if he didn’t poke at things, anyway? He smiled at Tony until the elevator doors shut, and decided first things first: another cup of coffee. That would perk him up just wonderfully.