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Pac-man and the boy with the dark hair

A/N sooo this a human!Loki Au I decided to do, when I saw a perfectly normal prompt on Tumblr, and decided to waste my time with this instead of focusing on my main work.

warnings: FLUFF

Please bear in my that English is not my first language, and I have never written in a style like this, so its all very new to me.

Summary: It’s hard to want to have the highest score on the Pac-man machine, when someone beats it every other day. Also know as the story where something plain like a machine brings t two people together.

Word count: 1397

Tony had always tried his damn best in life. He always made sure to get the best grades, and always be in the top of his class. Still nothing was ever truly enough, even if he got home with a sheet of paper that only had A’s on them, would it only make his father focus his attention on him for a second if he was lucky. So he had tried again and again to be the best, but sometimes even Tony Stark needed a place where, he could be good, just because he was good. That dream got ruined though, when some jackass started besting him. BESTING HIM.

He had had the high score on the Pac-man machine for over a month now, and every time he came he tried to best his previous score. It wasn’t that there was anything special about the old rundown shack that the Pac-man machine resided in, but perhaps that was what made it so special. In the long run he had made this place his sanctuary had he only met two people, and even they had only ventured in here by accident. No one really understood the potential this place had, maybe even still has. Stark did though, he understood. So he had made this his very own sanctuary. A place he could come too, when he had simply had enough. When the weight of the world looking over his shoulders became too much, and he had to get away. Or the times where he just couldn’t handle being home anymore.

He had actually found the place by accident, or maybe some believer would have said it was fate, but he never really agreed to that kind of thoughts. He had had a fight with his father, he couldn’t even remember the reason anymore, probably it was only one of his sick attempts at some recognition. He hadn’t watched where he was going, the only thoughts going through his head was running and getting away. Which had caused him running face first into the building. His nose had hurt for weeks. Weeks. Still it had been worth it. Had been worth it countless of times.

Everything had been perfect until some douchebag, had started coming into his sanctuary and beating his high scores. It had been going on for about a week now. Every time he had made a new high score some big douche came in and bested him. It was beyond annoying. So he had finally found the time too wait around an entire day for the jackass to show up. He had brought some candy from his personal stash in his room. He was not a total savage after all. He had sat there mumbling on candy until he showed. The old bell rung its singsong, and then a woman- no a man- walked in. Honestly his long black hair and slender curves made it so that at first glance he looked like a lady. It was clear though the closer he came to the machine and his hideout, that it was a man. Even if at first he had seen him as a woman he began to see him as a more than that. Yeah sure one could make the mistake at first hand, but it was clear later on that this was a man. He was the only one that he knew could pull of dark long hair and still look manly. Was this the universe way of saying fuck you? Because fuck that.

The man’s long black hair matched outrageously good with the long and slender body. If it was humanly possible, made it him in Tony’s eyes so much more gorgeous. Okay so he had to make a slight chance of his plans. There was simply no way in hell that he wasn’t going to ask that fine being out right then and there. With a beating hard, that was not very like the infamous Tony Stark, made he his way over to his former opponent.

He started off with the simplest line his brain could muster up at the moment. “Hey are you the idiot, who keeps beating my high score?” good brain he thought, taking the cheeky route. Hopefully he would be making himself see more intriguing. After all the dark haired didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would just go out with absolutely everyone.

“No. You’re the one who keeps getting beat by me,” replied the dark haired equally as cheeky, and with a hint of playfulness, Tony had only heard when he was about get a very good night. Good he had gotten his attention then.

Fuck. He was even prettier up close. The emerald eyes sparkling like fire in the sun, totally overlapping with the dark nature that seemed to loom around him. God he loved darkness. He was sooo having to see more of this fine ass beauty. Now the great Tony Stark just needed to find the best approach.

“I will take that as a yes then-“ he had a big smile plastered on; hopefully it would have the desired effect and make his very being seem illuminating and slightly threatening. “In case you haven’t guessed already, i’m really not the person you want to find yourself in battle with.”

“Is that a challenge Mr Stark?” the dark haired had sensed the threatening tone in his voice, but he replied with his own kind of threat hidden in a playful tone.

“Yeah you- “ he wasn’t even permitted to finish his sentence before light pink lips met his own.

It was the kind of kiss; that would take a philosopher getting drunk to describe. At one side of the coin was it a kiss like many before, and on the other side it was a kiss he had never experienced the depth off. The kind of kiss a person would want to repeat multiple times in ones life, the kiss most people sought but never really truly finding. At first it was gently, not one of them quite sure why they would kiss a stranger, but that was the beauty of it wasn’t it? They were both strangers so there was so much to explore between them. The kiss got a little messier, and the at last it was purely driven on hormones and lust. Swollen lips were repeatedly meeting his won, and even if his lips protested he just couldn’t get enough. With each part was his body screaming for it to happen again, for them to be engulfed again and for the ecstasy to bloom again, for more just to happen. And more he would give it.

He didn’t want to interrupt the moment, but he had too if he needed to satisfy the gnawing worry already residing in his brain. He took his lips from his, and stopped the other from continuing the work just yet; he needed to ask the question that he had been dying to ask since he first laid eyes on him.

“Do you wanna go out with me gorgeous?” Barely had he gotten the question out before the answer was given to him, in the shape of lips upon his. Sounds of pleasure was already filling the air around them, and they became more hasty as he was led towards a flat surface.

tags under the cut

@pastapizzacheesedragon thank you for being beta

@nannna003 and i hope you like it

@alpacainthepanicroom dont know if you read avengers and or frostiron but here you go

@pineapplesbelongonpizza you told me long ago you read whatever is good so here you go, and i hope you find it good

@weirdnewbie i cant remember if you ship it, but anyhow i tagged you, so i hope you do

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