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❝Stark.❞

At this point in his life as Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen no longer noticed the way people watched him on the street or spared him a bewildered look before continuing on their day. The clothes and cape caught their attention but were easily dismissed--the golden glow of his ‘magic’ was what held peoples attention when they noticed him in the streets. Second looks, heads thrown back, eyes widening. Had he watched them he probably would have noticed them running in fear in a different direction.

New York, no time in general, was far different now than it was back then. The slightest thing different from the norm struck fear in the hearts of people now. He used to be one of them, after the Invasion of New York, so he knew how they felt well--he just got over it now. He could face his fears head on and with a clear head.

Of course though human screams seemed to be like a beacon call for Anthony Stark, he wondered occasionally if JARVIS, or was it FRIDAY now?, had speakers all over town monitoring for that sort of thing.

“I don’t care if it’s your building. I have been tracking the accursed thing for almost fifty miles,” Loki snapped. He stood over the twitching remains of the little robot he’d been chasing, which he had of course managed to bring down over Tony Stark’s building. The little mechanical construct had been following him for almost half a day and had even tried to attack him before Loki had decided to turn the tables. Judging by the way it had been acting, Loki believed it had been trying to take a sample of blood. 

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“-and you’re usually so patient. Whats gotten into you, huh?” He was loving it, it was obvious. The smirk on his face gave him away. “What do you suggest, honey bunny?” His brow raised. “I’m open to suggestions. We don’t have to go home. We could just find somewhere quiet or you know… right here.”

Loki bared his teeth a little at the pet name; a playful feigned anger. He loathed and adored those affections in equal measure. The god sipped his champagne and let his gaze roam the view from the balcony. It was a vast stately home and the gala was thriving. Mid-evening and the lawn only a few yards below was teeming with guests. A great many more thronged within the house behind them. 

He made a decision and stepped just enough inside to pull the curtains across, then he shut the doors and flicked the latch. There was plenty of risk and it was still public. Someone only need open the curtains to see them, and anyone below the balcony would easily hear them or spot them if they were not quiet enough.

Leaving the rest of his drink on the balcony wall, he seized hold of Tony, hands already working on the buttons of his suit. 

“My current reservoir of theatrics is dried up. I am sorry to disappoint.” Loki snapped, though Stark was not exactly wrong. “I died. Or wished I had. That is the end of it.”

Liar liar liar.

“I didn’t forget, I got distracte- did you call me tiny?”

❝  I COULD HAVE, but where’s the fun in that?  ❞