Of Ice and Iron ◄☼► Azuri & Whysperia

[Azuri]

Loki looked into his now full glass, he swirled it watching the ice shift around it, clinking against the glass, with a sip he chugged the warm and soothing drink down, Thor's loud snore in the background. He poured Tony another drink, then poured one of his own. Even warm and fuzzy the god didn't let a drop fall from the bottle to the table. "Try to keep up" he laughed, it wasn't a corrupt laugh but one of an innocent challenge.

The drinking continued into the night, the small body of the trickster god was able to handle more then it appeared, it probably had to do with growing up drinking mead on a regular basis. He had kept up with the mortal but not without its effects, his judgement was blurred. "Awww..." he looked at the now empty bottle, more remain empty near it, " it looks like we are out" he slurred lightly retaining his composure, somewhat. Sure Thor had knocked out most of the bottles but the two of them emptied a few more.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower,
trying to get back to bed

Tony had accepted the challenge of the trickster god with a grin and nod, clinking his glass against that of the other man before drinking his drink down quickly, finishing at the same time as Loki. He was having a good time, as it wasn't every day he met someone who could not only match his sarcasm and wit, but could also match his drinking. It was with this thought that Stark continued drinking, well after he should have stopped. He would regret his actions in the morning, he was sure they all would, but he didn't let that bother him as he let Loki fill his glass again, drinking that one down as well.

After what seemed like forever, the drinks stopped coming. When Loki spoke, Tony turned to gaze at the empty bottle, his blurred vision flickering to all of the empty bottles around it before he sighed a little. "Too bad, things were just getting fun," he said with a grin tossed towards Loki. He was getting tired, and though he probably had a few more bottles stashed away somewhere, he knew that both of them were rather drunk, by any standards. Tony himself shouldn't have been awake, and had it not been for his almost constant consumption of alcohol, he wouldn't have been.

"Right, well.. I guess it's time for bed," he muttered, glancing around them for a moment before he began pushing himself from his seat. It wasn't working right. His legs didn't want to obey him, leaving him frowning in concentration. "Hmm, looks like I need some help," he murmured to himself, not realizing Loki could easily hear him. It wouldn't have bothered him anyway, with how wasted he was at this point. Still, Tony finally got himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the bar as he offered a hand forward to Loki, still grinning. "C'mon, I'll help. Your room's right b'side mine," he said, nodding towards the hall that would lead them to their rooms. Though he didn't say it, it was pretty obvious that he needed Loki's help more than Loki needed his, but still. He was nothing if not flirty and chivalrous when drunk enough.

[Azuri]

loki set his empty glass down on the table with a click. He had drunk enough to be unstable as well, his steps were shaky but they were not that of a new born horse. "Come," loki said placing Tony's arm over his shoulder. As a child he would help Thor inro his room after a battle. Loki was a rather civil drunk, one of the few times he did not out up a fight.

Moving the two of them with shambling footsteps, the god lead them to their rooms. Unsure if he should let the other go he held his grip, if he chose to let go then the other risked the possibility of falling over, and so did he. The two had began to lean on each other as they traveled down the hall. Thor had been left passed out, neither of the two bothered to move the lug, he would not awake. "Are you stable?" Loki asked in a light slur.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower,
trying to get back to bed

Tony, had he not been so drunk, would have been surprised by Loki's offer to help him. As it was, he sent an easy grin towards the other man as Loki draped his arm over his shoulder. Loki was taller than him, but it was manageable after a little bit of readjusting. Tony couldn't help but think that Loki had done this before, probably many times. Thor was also a fan of drinking, and when he did it, he did it until he was unconscious, like now. Tony couldn't help but snicker at the thought, casting a last glance back at the thunder god before following beside Loki.

Both of their steps were very unsteady, but they made a pretty good team. Together, they were able to walk to Loki's room. When they reached the door, Loki spoke up, asking if he was stable. "Oh yeah, sure," he said, grinning still. He was lying, but that was one thing he did when he was drunk; he pretended he was more sober than he was, was more capable than he was, all of that. "C'mon buddy," he said, leading them into Loki's bedroom after a short pause. He didn't know if he was able to go in there, if he was supposed to or allowed. Loki didn't try to stop him from entering though, so Tony took that as a good sign.

As they got to the bed, Tony disentangled himself from the god. "Here ya go," he said, gently shoving Loki towards the bed. Tony turned around, about to go back to his bed, when he thought of something. "Hey, Loki? Have a good night.. 'Nd sweet dreams," he said with another grin. Before he could go back to his bed though, his knee hit the bedside table he was standing by, causing him to stumble forward. Before he knew what was happening, he and Loki were on the bed, Tony lying atop him with his face just inches away from the god.

Tony slowly shifted so that his arms were holding his weight up, his arms trembling both from all of the alcohol but also because of.. Something else, something he was feeling. Before he let himself think about it, Tony leaned forward and placed his lips on those of Loki. At first, the kiss was gentle, it was sweet and soft, almost asking the question of whether it was okay. Stark's knees came up to rest on either side of Loki, effectively straddling the man as he kissed him, his eyes half-lidded and soft as he gazed at Loki's own face.

Almost as though flipping a switch, Tony realized what he was doing. Tony pulled away, leaning back against his heels (and Loki's legs) as he began blushing a bright red. "Sorry," he blurted, feeling really awkward and nervous all of a sudden. It wasn't really a secret that Loki hated him, at least in his own mind, but with the help of the alcohol, Tony had been able to slowly come to terms with something; he was kind of attracted to Loki. He was suddenly realizing that Loki might not feel the same way about him, might not want him or care about him at all. Actually, it would make much more sense if Loki was disgusted with him, both for being a mortal and, more importantly, for liking men. Gritting his teeth, Tony looked away, slowly beginning to get off of Loki as he did, feeling unwanted, 'pathetic' as Loki had said before, and all sorts of conflicted. Even the alcohol in his system wasn't going to be making the upcoming rejection any easier, which was what Tony expected, a harsh rejection.

[Azuri]

The trickster god tumbled into the plush bed, he didn't even try to watch his movements, he had a small bounce as he moved. he had hit the bed at the right angle, his face buried in a pillow. "Night," he muttered into the pillow as he turned over, his deluded brain trying desperately to understand why anyone would want a dream to be sugar coated, wouldn't it be rough and painful. the god, when clearly drunk was overly littoral, how could you taste a dream anyway? weren't they intimate objects and just an idea of thought. his brain ran this over for what seemed like an hour or so but in fact it was really only about a minute.

the stumbling of tony sent a jolt out of reality through the other. he looked up at the mortal man, his green eyes giving the dear in headlight look, he was trapped to say the least. the others hands placed down near his head and his hips were forced into place by the man straddling him. he blinked both unsure what had happened and what to do, though this situation had seemed oddly familiar. he had probably been drunk and dragged another to his room at least once in asguard, luckily that experience left behind no ramifications. but then again his thoughts were silenced when the others lips crashed into his own.

the kiss was soft but sloppy, not to out of place considering the two reeked of alcohol. the other pulled away, it appeared that they were both being as timid as a new born calf. "Sorry", the simple apology caught the trickster off guard, he saw no need to apologize. If tony had ears on the top of his head, loki would have seen them flatten, as if to shy away. "It's ok" He slurred out, "Nothing I haven't done before" the god was pretty promiscuous, he had slept with men, women, mortals and gods, not to mention the others here and there. To a god like him, the other's gender, even species didn't seem to matter.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently kissing Loki and..
Enjoying it, waiting for Loki's reaction

Tony had been expecting a rejection. Not just any rejection, but Loki beating the crap out of him as well. He knew he wasn't as powerful as the god, especially when Loki started using his magic. He had steeled himself for whatever was sure to come, looking away in shame as he had begun to clamber off of Loki's body. When the god spoke though, he stopped short. "What?" he asked, turning to cast a guarded look towards Loki. Had he just said it was okay? Had he just.. Reassured Tony? Stark's surprise registered on his face, flashing over him for a brief moment before he was offering a small, meek smile to the other man. He hadn't expected that, in the least.

"So.. It's okay?" he slurred out softly, his eyes still a little guarded and cautions, as though he expected something to go wrong at any moment. Tony moved back to where he had been, perching lightly atop Loki's lap. Leaning back on his heels again, Tony pulled Loki up so that he was sitting rather than laying, then leaned in again. His lips brushed those of the trickster's gently, his dark eyes locked on Loki's green ones. He was watching, looking for any sign of things going bad. If Loki didn't want this, didn't like it, if he was going to try and kill Tony or call Thor in, Stark would catch it in those eyes. At least, he hoped so.

Again, the kiss was soft and questioning, as though he was waiting on permission once more. He didn't press too firmly, wasn't rushed or demanding. He simply waited, his eyes still gazing up into Loki's as he kissed him. Soon enough, Tony realized that his arms had come up to wrap gently around the god's shoulders, one hand holding the man's hair gently. He pulled back, but only by mere inches, his face resting close enough to Loki's to feel the heat from the alcohol coming from it. His eyes had once again taken on the dreamy, half-lidded look, but he still looked at Loki's own eyes, pressing his lips to the man's again, this time a little harder, yet still soft and waiting. He had never done this before, had never kissed a man at all, let alone a god. He pushed those thoughts away though, focusing only on Loki's reactions.

[Azuri]

The God had not shown any form of fighting back, if he had really wanted to, or the alcohol was not coursing through his system, he would have shoved off the other man and probably set him on fire, a freezing fire. when drunk Loki seemed almost innocent, like all the problems, all the killing and all the tricks had been lost to time and memory. It didn't seem to matter what the two of them had done in the past, the drunks were in their own little world. " does it really matter?" Loki asked at the what, he more often then not seemed to hook up with men then women, maybe that was because of his looks, he was a pretty feminine man.

for once in his life, or maybe it was the narcotics, Loki fallowed the others lead. He returned the soft kisses, not driving them any deeper then the other was comfortable with; it was clear that the other had never "hooked up" with another man before. Loki gave in to the others movements, leaning into the hand now in his hair. his eyes never left the others, he had shown no sign of trying to trick the other man, the through had not even crossed his mind. with every kiss the two of them seemed to get more and more lost in each other, the alcohol had more effect on them then both probably wanted to admit.

One of Loki's hands found it's way to Tony's chest, the other holding him still on the bed. the hand on tony's chest was not pushing him away, it was just for a bit of stability as he placed his own soft kiss on the other man's lips. lightly his fingers traced the arc reactor in the mans chest, the device still confused him. because of it did the man have no heart? the scepter would have worked otherwise. What was the full device and how did it work, it wasn't magic so it could be easily replicated.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

{Picking up from AS..

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently waking up,
Trying to remember the night before

The first thing that registered in Tony's head was that it hurt. He wasn't sure what hurt yet, but it did. Something. Oh, his head, that was is. His head hurt. A soft groan escaped him but he didn't open his eyes, merely snuggling closer to the person next to him, his head resting atop the person's chest. Whatever time it was, it was too early. Way too early. For anything. Anything at all. Hell, it was too early to be awake, or living, or, well.. Anything, like he had thought before. Mere thought made the pounding in his head increase, causing him to wince a little. He hadn't been this hung over in a long time, he thought darkly. Not in a long, long time.

As he thought it, Tony's arm came up to wrap around the person next to him, one leg draped over their's. He sighed a little, the cool skin making goosebumps cover his arms. His chest was cold too, he thought a little, even though it was pressed to another person's body. Well, not cold, just not as hot as it usually was. A nice medium, he thought. It was a nice feeling. Tony yawned, keeping his eyes closed as he did, still not very coherent. He was still a little buzzed from the night before, something that happened if you drank as much as he had. The alcohol took a while to get out of you. Stark nuzzled his head into the person's chest a little, feeling content to just lay there for the rest of the day, enjoying the feeling of-

Wait, what? Tony jumped, suddenly shooting up straight from where he had been laying. Where was his shirt? Wait, better question, where was he and who was he sleeping with? Glancing over, a startled cry came from Stark's mouth, a hand quickly going up to clasp over it. Removed Oh god oh god oh god, he thought to himself, staring at Loki's form. He had been cuddling Loki? Cuddling him? What the hell? That- no! No, that wasn't it. He must have, he didn't know, he must have been fighting Loki and the god had knocked him out. Yeah, that was it. Loki knocked him out and he landed.. On top of Loki... Shirtless... Oh god, he thought again, still staring. What happened last night?

Climbing out of the bed, another strangled groan of pain escaped his lips, his hand shooting up to hold his head. Jeez, he was hurting. Looking around, Tony found his shirt lying on the ground and bent over, picking it up. He straightened and pulled it on, wincing a little when his back twinged with pain. What the? He thought, reaching back to feel it with his fingers. Oh my god, he thought, there are claw marks on my back. He still didn't know what had happened the night before last, he didn't know and wasn't sure he wanted to. If he had been able to remember though, he would have known that they only kissed each other, nothing more. It would have eased his mind, but alas, he had drank far too much to remember such things. This was messed up, all of it, he thought. Before he knew what was happening, he collapsed into the chair, holding his aching head in his hands. There was no way he would be able to function today, not feeling like this.

[Azuri]

the trickster god had been sleeping rather soundly, which was unusual for the god. while he was asleep no scowl sat on his face. his breathing was soft and shallow, like he was in a deep sleep. the alcohol induced sleep kept him out, normally he would have awoken by the movement in his bed, but this time he remained asleep. it wasn't until he heard a loud gasp near his ear that he awoke.

Loki bolted upright, like he was going to be under attack. his head was throbbing but he looked around trying to force what ever information he would need into his head. he was shirtless, why? he knew why his head was throbbing, and he vaguely knew where he was. he caught a brief glance to the other man in the room. is concern turned to a scowl in less the a second. "Why are you here?" The god growled, standing up, "you know what I don't care, Out!" He proceeded to shove the man out of the chair.

he was running all the possibilities of what could have happened the night before. he remembered the alcohol, Thor passing out on the floor, which could be the reason the man of iron was in his room, to harass him while his brother, the person who would protect him was out cold, but that didn't explain why he was shirtless too. what else did this man intend to do? what did he do? he shook his head shaking those thoughts out as he tried to remember the events of the night before. after Thor passed out... after the thunder god was face first on the floor, the two continued drinking it was a contest for the two. they drank and drank, emptying bottle after bottle. he must have drank to much because he couldn't remember who was the winner

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently being forced to leave Loki's room,
Trying to remember the night before

Tony was still repeating to himself that nothing had happened, over and over and over through his throbbing mind when he heard Loki wake. The god had sat straight up in the bed, just as Tony had done before him, which was rather amusing, or would have been had Tony not been afraid he had slept with the guy. As Loki spoke, commanding him to leave the room as he shoved Tony from the chair, Stark frowned deeply. "Hey, wait a minute! You- I don't know what you did to me, but you better explain this right now," he demanded, raising his voice as he stood firm, not willing to leave without answers.

Realizing he had unintentionally admitted to not remembering what had happened the night before, Tony glanced away for a moment, a frustrated frown creasing his brow as it tugged at his lips. "Okay, look! Look, just tell me what the hell happened, and I'll leave okay?" he demanded, returning his glare to Loki. "I remember your stupid plan, then we were at the bar, and.. I think I was drinking more, and that's about it," he said, grimacing as he admitted aloud that he had no recollection of the night. Of course, it wasn't really his fault. Not only had Tony still been recovering from the healing, but he had been recovering from his breakdown as well. He had started drinking almost immediately, not stopping until.. Well, he couldn't remember when he had stopped.