He can see when Loki pulls away—not physically, of course, but it’s as if shutters close behind his eyes, and suddenly Loki is showing nothing at all. Any honesty this conversation had was built on cleverness and misdirection; emotional honesty was definitely not in the playbook. “Tony Stark,” Loki says, slowly, as if testing the feeling of Tony’s name on his tongue. “The mortal who believes himself capable of understanding a god. I feel I should applaud your hubris.”
Trying to get the conversation back on an even keel, Tony says, “Pride has been one of my failings, I’ll give you that.”
it’s just one of those days where I’m feeling incredibly uninspired to the point where I’m cropping and lazily coloring in WIPs from days before…. this more or less spawned from a growing moral debt for tumblr user tonyloki who imposed bags of chocolate into my life and continues to live up to her name
Frostiron~(finally! Ispentall myenergieswith Tony.. That’s why Loki’s face. uhh so much pain! (;ŏᴗŏ) If anyone else reblogs this I will cry for eternity .) uuh Tony.. Flirting is dangerous with a men like him..