Drabblepost: Please me (Insulphurblue)
Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours
Tony stared resolutely into the mirror hoping that maybe they'd change back if he looked hard enough.
He didn't feel any different. He felt fine. Not controlled. Nothing. He had no urge to kill someone, he had no need to be somewhere. There was nothing but his eyes still were icy blue. He tugged the collar of his shirt deeper, letting the arc reactor shine through just a peek. It wasn't the same color, but it very well could be.
Thor had apologized for his brother a thousand times now. He had thrown him into the ground right in the middle of the spell. He felt it vaporize around him. But still his eyes were blue. Thor claimed it could be lingering magic.
And since Loki had turned tail and rand he couldn't even undo what half-witted magic he'd casted. Clint had looked very uncomfortable and was the first one to leave. He hadn't seen Natasha go with him, but he wouldn't know where else she'd be.
His eyes started to itch. But he didn't want to blink yet.
[Sir? Should I call Dr Stranges Assistant now?]
Jarvis startled him enough into blinking. And now that he's done it once he does it a few more times. And he would have said "yes" because he wanted to get rid of this strange eyecolor but a split second before he could Kurt asked "Tony?" into the room and suddenly he felt a tug.
It dragged him bodily forwards and before his lover could even react he pressed his face right into his stomach, letting his hands wind around his hips.
"Tony?" He heard him say and that sounded concerned and confused so he looked up and smiled and he was his adams apple bob with the force of his swallow.
"Tony, mein Gott, your Eyes-"
Why did he sound so strange? What was this? Is this sadness? Anger? Did he do something wrong? He'd never do something wrong.
Determined to wipe that expression off his face he went for his belt buckle.
Which made hands grab at his hair - but not in approval. He tugged him away! "Stop, Tony, no, was ist das? Was tust du?"
Why was he denied? He looked at Kurt with the most anguished face. "Don't you want me?"
He watched as Kurts face got a weird expression. He couldn't pinpoint what these emotions meant, but now Kurt looked overall sad again and he had royally screwed up, hadn't he? He needed to fix this!
"Come on, just let me-" He got his fingers onto the belt buckle again and this time there was no discouragement. But still Kurt didn't look very happy about it. "I'm gonna make it good. Be so good to you."
"But you already are, Mann meines Herzens. What happened to your eyes?"
Confusion made him look up from dragging the tongue out of the loop. "Loki's magic didn't stick. I'll call Strange later. Why are you asking me this? Don't you want-"
"Das habe ich mir gedacht. Tony, why don't you go into our bedroom? I'll follow."
"But-" Pressing his lips together he nods, clearly very unhappy with having to wait. "But you'll follow?"
When Kurt heard the door shut he let out his breath in one rush. "JARVIS, wenn du so freundlich wärst? Lockdown until Herr Strange arrives, yes?"
[Very well, Sir. I will forward a message to Doctor Strange this second.]