our patterns
it's the tenth time the steamer has broken this month. the fourth time he's spilled a coffee –on himself– and has had to remake it at least twice before he has to give it to a customer for free. the third night in a row without sleep. the beginning of another wonderful pattern, he thinks.
loki always preferred tea to the strong and almost unnatural gasoline like mortal thing that was coffee. he remembered thor saying it was like fuel to tony, that the amount of coffee he drank in a day would've killed him, if not for the toxins in his blood.
tea was always a balm to loki’s wounds, he loved the aroma and finesse of it all, and that it reminded him of his mother. it also reminded him of the time tony taught him about a party the americans had where they threw perfectly good tea into a river. he had been in such horror that he did not talk to tony for a week.
well. that, and the fact that he witnessed tony laugh a genuine laugh for the first time, and he ran in earnest of not being charmed by it.
loki finished fixing the steamer. the only reason he had this god-forsaken job was so that he wouldn't have to live in the avengers tower. he tried to convince himself that it was because he lived on the same floor as his insolent oaf of a brother, but really it was just that he was unable to face his little crush, as thor liked to call it, without his heart beating into cardiac arrest and it being his ultimate demise. death by major heart palpitations(thor had said he was being dramatic, but what did he know? it wasn't like he had a long term healthy relationship with a mortal. oh, wait).
more patterns, a fleeting thought. tony shaped patterns, a less fleeting thought.
he gave his last customer their latte. closed up shop. sky walked to the tower. made lunch. ate lunch. took some of it down to tony's workshop and force fed him.
patterns.
sat in the sofa in the corner. read his book(staring at tony and turning a page every five minutes). getting caught looking. tony coming over. tony looking him
with pure admiration and desire in his eyes. tony kissing him. tony grabbing his hair. tony kissing him. tony kissing him.
this was not the goddamn pattern.
loki almost panicked. almost kicked tony in his nuts, if it wasn't for the way tony's skillful tongue distracted him(he pushed him off, only to grab him by the collar and kiss him senseless).
he quit his job eventually, moved into tony's bedroom. our bedroom, tony had said. our house, our rules, our life.
loki believed him, and kissed him again and again and again and again until their lips were red and raw and bleeding and oh so divine.
they woke up together and danced together and laughed and sang and claimed everything as theirs. bent over every surface imaginable and took each other. almost burned our house down a few times. held our own in a battle. held our heads high in the grotesque aftermath. our house, our rules, our lives.
our patterns.
ours.
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