Vehemence

2

He awoke earlier than usual, noticing that the sky outside was still dark. Of course, he could've been looking at something else, but from his tiny, barred window, it looked like the sky, and Loki decided to go with that. 

He was going to get up, out of the bed, but when he tried, he got pressed back down by some seemingly invisible force. 

"Wha--" THPOOM. Loki started trying to sit up before getting thrown downward. "Oww-w-ww," he mumbled. Loki scratched his head and tried a few more times, even using magical means in some attempts, but nothing came to any avail. He sighed and started clawing at the edge of his bed, muttering something about what he'd wished were primitive defenses. Loki managed to scratch and push his way out from under the field, after being thrown roughly against his large steel door. 

Loki rubbed his head and looked at the door suspiciously. "There is no possible way that they'd leave this obstacle so easily..." His voice trailed off as the door opened, as if reading his thoughts. Quietly, he mumbled, "And... That's not suspicious. At all." Though he wasn't entirely sure of his feet, Loki gracefully strode out of the room, and headed down a hall that lead to the large common area. 

Prepared fully to only sit on the couch, contemplating further actions, Loki was almost seated when he nearly fell over because of a sudden noise in the kitchen. Surprisedly, he squeaked, "Son of the All-Father!" (along with a few other Asgardian curses that shouldn't be repeated). He quickly identified the sound as metal hitting tile, likely a few pans falling or something likewise. 

A few seconds later, Loki's darting eyes saw Tony's fluffy hair and shrewd face pop out from behind a wall, just past the kitchen island. He felt his eyes narrow, however microscopically, and he felt a bit of a glare slide across his face as he tried to level his features.

Clearing his throat, "Ah... Mr. Stark... Anthony, isn't it?" Loki said articulately. 

"Y-Yeah. It is... Call me Tony," his reply slowly chirped from behind a wall that led to the kitchen.

"Tony it is. And what are you doing at such a ridiculous hour in there?" 

"Well... I'd have to say it is my tower... And I could ask how you got out of that compression field in the cell? That's a little party favor I whipped up a little while ago. Pretty sweet, huh?"

Loki rolled his eyes at how proud of such a device the little mortal was. "Indeed. Very sweet. All I did was... Actually, I think I just slipped under the field itself. It threw me across the room a bit, but it should do little more than bruise, if that."

Tony stumbled out a few seconds later, dark circles under his eyes, and an obvious sickness about him. He spoke slowly and his feet repeatedly crossed each other whenever he tried to walk. 

"St-Stark? Are... Are you drunk...?" Loki stuttered out, slightly unimpressed by the state of his new warden.

"It's like... 1:30 am, Loki... Of course I-I'm... Drunk," he mumbled, like it was supposed to be obvious. 

"And it isn't a nightly behaviour...?" The god asked, partially already aware of the answer he would receive. 

Tony nodded, biting his lower lip in what appeared to be shame. He looked down at his unsteady feet and he casually (and clumsily) sat down next to Loki, keeping a fair distance. A slightly repulsed but amused Loki looked at him, partial anger and hilarity playing at his features. 

Glancing at Tony carefully, he remarked, "I think you're nicer this way, in any case. Cleanliness is a different battle, but as for your demeanor... You seem kinder now."

Tony smiled weakly, drunken blush spreading over his cheeks. "You d-don't seem so bad-d yourself... God of Evil," a dorky look completed his statement. Before Loki knew what happened, Tony had leaned in quickly and given him a sloppy, slurred kiss.  Flustered, Loki's first reaction was to pull back, and he leaned way back on his half of the couch, shocked.

"...oops," Tony said quietly.

Loki, without missing a beat, kissed Tony very, very lightly on the cheek and whispered, "Sober up for me next time, yeah?" With that, the God walked back down the hall and shut himself in his room. 

"A drunk kiss just isn't worth as much when he doesn't even know what he's doing..." He thought to himself. He laid down on the bed and shut the lights back out.