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Tony had never been a ‘meet the parents’ kind of guy. He was the person who sounded good on paper, but in actuality, no one wanted to introduce him to their family. Rhodey had been the exception for a lot of years.

Then, along came Loki and well… Tony hadn’t excepted he’d be meeting Odin unless it was so he could punch the man square in the face. Loki had a lot of bitterness when it came to his adopted family and the planet that had treated him like shit.

So, by default, Tony despised them too. A feeling that only deepened when they got romantically involved. Tony would willingly take on the entire Einherjar in Loki’s defence but… it turned out that wouldn’t be necessary. Loki was playing nice with Asgard, a concept that confounded Tony and made him check for mind control or if Loki was a pod person.

Loki had rolled his eyes and grudgingly admitted that he was doing it for Tony’s benefit. If he played along and became an accepted prince again, he would be able to ask for a golden apple for Tony. Loki was swallowing his anger in order to secure their future together.

Tony had immediately pulled Loki into his arms, kissed him and assured him that he didn’t have to do it – but Loki was stubborn, and knowing he was fighting a losing battle (and not wanting to lose a chance at a long life with Loki) Tony had accepted defeat and offered his support.

A year later, he was regretting that decision keenly.

Loki had made good on his plans to worm his way back into the court. The downside to that was that, by being his acknowledged partner, Tony had to attend certain key events. When he read the invitation, Tony got the distinct impression the wording had been dumbed down for him.

Did they think he was an idiot?

It was a theory only further proven when they arrived on Asgard. Tony got a few minutes of staring in fascination at the landscape, architecture and technology before attendants were whisking him away from Loki. He tried to protest but Loki admitted that it was standard procedure for foreign partners to be prepared before presentation.

Tony thought it was a bullshit rule, especially when he was sat down in a chair by a small army of servants and a man who looked like a strict primary school teacher. The man looked down his nose at Tony as he began to talk.

He was getting etiquette lessons.

They didn’t believe he knew how to act. It wasn’t like he had a fucking prince for a lover who had explained it all in detail to him months ago in preparation for him visiting Asgard. It wasn’t like he was smart enough to retain that information.

Oh no, the dumb Midgardian couldn’t possibly be able to behave himself at an Asgardian banquet.

Tony was angry, and spiteful and near ready to leap from the chair and charge out of the room – but, he refused to fuck things up for Loki. So, he sat there with gritted teeth.

When they got to the part about wearing formal clothes at all times—and Tony saw some leather monstrosity get picked up by a servant—Tony blurted, “What about Midgardian formal wear?” The man blinked, and Tony continued, “It’s part of Asgardian Law to allow foreigners to wear their own cultural dress.”

The man seemed startled Tony even knew that. Tony had to rein himself in from proving exactly how educated he was; he probably knew more than any member of the court. Loki wasn’t about to let him have a lapsed explanation of rituals, laws and procedures.

“I… very well. You may wear your own formal wear,” the man conceded.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief. A suit wouldn’t be the most comfortable thing, but it was better than leather.

They spent another half hour 'preparing' him before the man finally declared him ‘ready to meet the Allfather’, Tony all but leapt out of his chair, glad to be free from the impromptu lesson.

But, instead of giving him the privacy to change or taking him to Loki’s chambers, the man said, “I shall bring you to the Great Hall.”

Tony frowned. “Um, shouldn’t I get changed?”

“Why?” The man asked. “You are already in your formal clothes.”

Tony glanced down at his shirt and jeans. He realised the misunderstanding: people arrived on Asgard dressed in their best, it was the natural way of things. Yet, Loki and Thor hadn’t made him change, because it wasn’t the way Earth did things. They dressed nicely but dressed up formally in the evenings.

Tony could say something, point out that no, this was not his formal wear… but, he really didn’t like Asgard, and he sure as hell didn’t like the bullshit they’d put Loki and him through.

So, he looked back at the man, smiled and said, “I just need a more formal jacket.”

The Aesir nodded and Tony made his way over to his suitcase which, luckily, hadn’t been sent ahead.

Tony was almost whistling as he opened it and pulled out what he wanted. Tony shrugged off his jacket and pulled on his old, faded hoodie that he wore to bed. Turning around, Tony smiled brightly at the man’s curious appraisal of his clothing.

“I’m ready to meet your King,” Tony said, actually meaning the words for once.

But it was Loki’s reaction that he couldn’t wait for.

He walked through the halls of Asgard’s castle with a spring in his step. He felt like humming, but didn’t want to give away too much of his good cheer. When he and the attendants reached the doors of the Great Hall, Loki and Thor were waiting for them.

The attendants all bowed, but it was the princes’ reactions that had Tony grinning. Thor looked aghast while Loki’s brows were quirked with amusement.

“Anthony?” Loki questioned.

“I know you’d probably like to see me in all those leathers, babe, but foreign dignitaries get to dress in their formal clothes, right?”

Loki immediately understood and while nothing more than a faint smile curved his lips, Tony could see the laughter he was repressing. His gaze was also delighted. There’s my favourite mischief maker. Thor on the other hand, looked like he wanted to groan with exasperation.

However, neither of them told him to go back and change.

Loki walked up to him, the attendants immediately scurrying to the side. Loki cupped his elbow and leaned in to kiss his temple.

“You look delightful, Anthony.”

Tony grinned under the tacit approval of his lover.

“Well, you know me. Only the best for Asgard, Lokes.”

His lover pulled back, his smile growing that little bit wider. He knew that Loki would understand exactly why he wanted to give Asgard as much of a finger flip as he could. Loki’s gaze moved to the hoodie and he gently rubbed the material between his fingers.

“I do enjoy you in this,” Loki remarked.

And it was true. Loki always liked seeing him wear it around the penthouse or in bed. Mainly, because it meant that he had no immediate plans to go to the lab and they could just spend time together.

A light throat clearing made them look away from each other. The asshole advisor’s expression was pinched with distaste.

“The Allfather is waiting,” he said snootily.

Tony had something rather unflattering on his lips, but he was beaten, not by Loki, but by Thor.

“Aye, he is indeed,” the man said, walking up to them. “But it is only just that my brother wishes to admire the sight of his beloved. It is a grand day, after all, when a mortal visits Asgard as a royal spouse.”

Tony’s mouth twitched, especially when the advisor lowered his head in obvious chastisement. Thor hadn’t even been blatantly rude, but he’d certainly weaved in a few put downs as well as a backhanded ‘know your place’. Loki’s amusement proved he too had noticed and was pleased with Thor’s defence.

Tony knew it had taken a long time to mend the rift between the brothers. He knew he had gone a long way to helping put out some of the smouldering and bitter fires that had been burning. It wasn’t fixed, of course, but every time Thor noticed the slights against Loki and defended them. Every time he helped to get them closer to a golden apple, Loki came that bit less opposed to spending time with him.

Loki could see that at least Thor was making an effort.

Asgard and the Allfather? Not so much. It was why greater introductions to anyone did not fill Tony with enthusiasm. But his hoodie gave him the satisfaction of spite, and Loki’s teachings would give him an edge that no one on Asgard expected.

He was as ready as he’d ever be.

“I suppose I should hurry up and meet the father-in-law to be,” Tony remarked. “Can’t make a great first impression if I’m late. My formal wear won’t count for much then, will it?”

The advisor actually looked relieved as if Tony was on his side. It couldn’t be more from the truth, but Tony saw no reason to burst his bubble. He would get a good indication of how little Tony cared about him soon enough.

“You will far outshine any other, Anthony,” Loki said. “Even if you are a few minutes late.” His eyes twinkled. “Your culture does speak of it being quite fashionable, after all.”

Tony grinned, already willing to play along with that idea – but Thor pleaded softly, “Brother.”

Loki pouted and Tony chuckled. He also grasped Loki’s hand, instantly changing Loki’s expression to a smile.

“Come on,” Tony said, his voice turning serious. “You brought me here for a reason. We don’t want to ruin it.”

A ‘fuck you’ to Asgard was all in good fun, but he wouldn’t wreck all his lover’s hard work. Loki sighed but nodded. He also rearranged them so that Tony was clasping Loki’s arm. Thor looked relieved as he proceeded them, the two of them following close behind.

The Einherjar standing guard pushed open the doors and they walked in as a carefully timed precision. The hall was bustling with Asgardians. The room had been loud, but it had quieted at their arrival. Whispers, of course, were soon to start. Tony kept his head forward and his gaze towards the throne.

His first look at Odin Allfather didn’t impress him.

The throne, Tony could appreciate from an architectural standpoint. Even the spear looked kind of cool. But the man? He just looked old and bad-tempered. Odin’s gaze had zeroed in on him from the moment he walked inside. He could tell the man had an equally low opinion of him. Tony didn’t mind. He loved surprising people. It was why he kept a polite, generic smile on his lips.

Thor led them right to the foot of the throne. He then stepped to the side and gave his introduction.

“Father,” he began, his voice echoing and making the whispering of the Asgardians stop. “I present to you Anthony Stark of Midgard. Known as Iron Man of the Avengers and the Merchant of Death. A famed warrior and hero of his people. A Prince of Midgard and shield-brother to myself. He stands before you, with my support, as the chosen spouse of Prince Loki.”

Tony couldn’t help smiling wider at Thor’s open approval.

They’d discussed his introduction at length. He’d made suggestions about what Thor could say. Unfortunately, most had been thrown out. He hadn’t even wanted Merchant of Death included, but Loki had insisted it would only bolster his public image. Something about proving he would not be so easily squashed under an Aesir’s boot heel. It all seemed rather offensive and dismissive of mortals, especially when Thor only seconded Loki’s reasoning.

Apparently, everyone basically equated the Avengers as Thor’s pets. As if they were something to pat on the head and play with when he was tired of his more dangerous duties on the other realms. Tony might have ranted for a good ten minutes after hearing that comparison. Loki had only seemed amused while Thor had been sheepish and apologetic over his people.

It all came together to further his opinion of really, really not liking Asgard.

Odin noticeably looked down his nose at Tony as he questioned, “And what does the mortal have to say for himself?”

Tony’s smile spread wider, revealing his teeth in an expression that journalists on Earth knew meant to duck for cover. Odin’s single eye narrowed slightly, obviously sensing something about it.

Because, Odin had insulted him. He hadn’t used his names or his titles. He’d regulated him to a ‘mortal’, a lesser and oh-ho, Tony wasn’t about to have that. Loki had given him every piece of princely, wordsmith education.

Odin had taken a toothpick to a repulsor fight and Tony had every intention of Kicking. His. Ass.

By the end of the ten minute back and forth pissing contest with Odin, Tony not only felt better about life, but the sight of Loki’s beaming, prideful smile was enough to make him fall in love all over again.

Because Tony had been so fucking polite and respectful. He’d called Odin by all his titles, formally bowed and layered praise on Asgard. He’d done it in the modes and phrases of a visiting dignitary invited to Asgard.

He’d shoved every possible verbal middle-finger at Odin’s opening insult that the King had to scramble to catch up. And Tony didn’t let him. By the time they’d finished, the hall was dead silent, Thor had a permanent grimace and Loki looked on cloud nine.

They were dismissed very politely through Odin’s gritted teeth. Loki all but dragged him out of the hall, but Tony did notice the beet-red advisor. He wouldn’t even met Tony’s gaze, clearly having worked out he’d talked down to an expert on inter-realm politics.

It was one of many Aesir that Tony hoped to put in their place.

The moment they were clear of the Einherjars, Loki pressed him against a wall. He slotted their bodies together and devoured Tony’s mouth. His lover’s grip was tight and his passion must have been building throughout their time in the Grand Hall.

“Brilliant,” Loki gasped when they broke apart. “You are brilliant.”

Tony chuckled but Loki kissed him again, silencing the sound.

When they broke apart, they lingered close. Tony stroked his lover’s shoulders, pleased that they were relaxed rather than filled with the tension Asgard often inspired.

“Only as good as my teacher, babe.”

Loki smiled so much his dimples showed. He also laughed. It was a soft, joyous sound.

“These halls have never seen a wordsmith intelligent enough to match me,” Loki thumbed his cheek. “Until this day. And I have been blessed to call him mine.” His gaze also flickered down over Tony’s body. “And he even looks so very fine in his most regal clothes.”

“Told you’d I’d give Asgard my best,” Tony teased, even as he flushed from the compliments.

“You did,” He agreed. “And now, I think you deserve a reward.”

The glint in Loki’s eyes indicated exactly what Loki had in mind. Tony grinned and wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck. He also pressed further against him.

“Then beam me up, Loki.”

Loki smile changed to a wince and the expression only made Tony laugh again. He knew his lover was only a moment from complaining about his ‘ridiculous’ references. So, he kissed Loki before he could.

It was only further proof that Loki was very happy and proud of him when Loki didn’t break them apart to voice his displeasure. Instead, Tony felt the familiar tingle of seidr over his skin as they teleported away.

When they rematerialized, Tony pulled back to be able to look around the space. Loki’s rooms were ostentatious, just like Asgard, and yet, in the little things, they were so very Loki. It wasn’t even the green or the ornate wood. It was the spellbooks and absently placed items. Loki’s room was chaotic and it reminded him so much of the penthouse and home that Tony felt a brief ache of homesickness. Because Loki had transformed the bland walls into something innately theirs and Tony loved every moment of it.

He also liked seeing the hints of Loki in the space he’d resided in for centuries. There didn’t seem to have been enough chances for him to be himself on Asgard.

“How do you find my rooms?” Loki questioned.

His tone was carefully neutral and Anthony re-examined everything he saw before reaching his conclusion.

“They suit you. Mostly.” He looked back at his lover. “But our penthouse looks better.”

Loki smiled softly. “That it does.”

He bent down and kissed Tony again. However, despite the earlier urgency and desire, this kiss was softer and sweeter. When they pulled back, Loki’s fingers caught his hoodie again. He tugged on it gently.

“Whatever made you decide on this?”

Tony’s nose scrunched. “They tried to throw Asgardian clothes at me. Hell no. Also, the advisor was an asshole who thought I knew nothing. I just wanted to wear my suit.”

“And he assumed you were in your formal wear,” Loki remarked, clearly understanding what had happened. He tugged the hoodie again, still smiling. “A shame. I would have enjoyed you in Asgardian wear.”

The hint of disappointment was all it took for Tony to decide.

“Well,” Tony said, “I suppose I could try it on once. For you.”

Loki’s gaze snapped to his. The earlier heat coming back tenfold. Tony tried not to grin, but when Loki raised a hand and conjured the leather outfit from earlier, Tony couldn’t keep it contained. He also chuckled.

“You really do want me in this, don’t you?”

“I cannot be blamed for wanting to see you in the finest clothing my realm has to offer. You, after all, do enjoy seeing me in a suit.”

Tony swallowed, remembering the many times he’d been rendered speechless and aroused by Loki in a perfectly tailored suit.

“Well,” he said, hie voice turning rough. “Only fair I return the favour.”

He pulled away from his lover to walk to the clothing. He thumbed the leather before looking over his shoulder.

“Help me into this?”

“Gladly,” Loki purred.

He came forward and by the darkening of his eyes, Tony doubted he would spend very long in the clothing. He also doubted the outfit would be left behind. He knew his lover well enough to know when something would be making a reoccurrence.

But that was okay. Tony didn’t mind playing Asgardian dress up when it was just the two of them and it came with fantastic and pleasurable benefits.

The sex was incredible.

It always was, of course, but there was something more to it when they were in Loki’s chambers, on the man’s planet after stripping Tony out of leather finery. It wasn’t a big kink for Tony, but Loki had looked beyond delighted. And that was always enough to get Tony in the mood.

Unfortunately, they didn’t get long to luxuriate in bed before there was a pounding at Loki’s door. Loki recognised it as Thor and seemed amused that he wasn’t bursting straight inside. Tony figured the man had learned early on in their relationship that walking into Loki (or Tony’s rooms) without waiting for permission was a recipe for sights he didn’t want to see.

When they’d both pulled on pants and had left the bedroom, Thor had been allowed in. The grimace from the Grand Hall hadn’t left his face.

“What’s wrong, Point Break?” Tony asked. “Thought you’d be pleased I didn’t make a single misstep in my addresses to the Allfather?”

Thor looked unimpressed.

“It is not wise to antagonise him that way, Stark.”

Tony widened his eyes. “Me? What did I do?”

“You were taught too well by Loki.”

“I taught him nothing he had not already mastered to great effect,” Loki retorted. He wrapped an arm around Tony’s shoulders and drew him close. “Do you expect any less of someone I would admire so much to call my spouse?” Yet, the pride and affection in his tone was also quick to change. He levelled a look at Thor. “And you cannot have missed the insult given to Anthony.”

Thor sighed again and took a seat in a chair.

“It was an insult,” Thor agreed. “While I do not think it wise on either of your parts to antagonise him so, Stark performed well in proving his worth as someone to respect.”

“He did not need to prove it,” Loki retorted.

The comment found Thor smiling.

“Aye, brother. In your eyes and mine, he has proven himself untold times, but Asgard will take time.” His amusement faded. “And father will not grant the apple if he feels slighted too strongly.”

Loki’s arm left Tony’s shoulders and crossed over his chest. It was an act Tony knew well. It meant he disapproved of what was said but could find no way to refute it. Not wanting anything to dissolve into an argument. Tony placed a hand on Loki’s arms before leaning across and kissing his temple. He lingered there for a moment until some of the stiffness drained from Loki’s posture.

He pulled back and said, “We’re not going to lose this, but we’re not going to take it lying down either.”

Loki turned to him. His smile was small but genuine and it warmed Tony all the way through. Thor on the other hand, merely sighed.

“Very well,” he remarked, “but be warned, this chance will not be repeated if you fail.”

Loki looked away from Tony to glare at his brother.

“Yes, we are very aware of that, thank you, Thor,” he sniped.

Thor sighed again. But he also stood.

“Then I shall leave you. I wish you both well.” He paused on the way to the door and looked over his shoulder. The glint in his eyes looked suspiciously mischievous. “I look forward to seeing you at the feast this evening, Stark.”

Tony frowned, but before he could ask, Thor was striding out of the room and shutting the door. Still confused, Tony looked at Loki.

“What does he mean by that?”

Loki’s eyebrows rose. “What does Thor mean by anything? It is of no consequence.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. He knew his lover to well. He pointed a finger at him.

“You’re deflecting. Why are you deflecting?”

“Nonsense. You’re being paranoid. Now, shall I take you to the Asgardian library?”

Tony pursed his lips and glared at his lover. His suspicion warring with his curiosity, but in the end, the latter won out. Whatever was going to happen he’d find out by dinner time. The library was far more interesting and worth pursuing.

“Fine, yes. The library. Don’t think I’m letting this go though.”

“Of course not,” Loki agreed while standing and directing them back to the bed chamber and their discarded bags and clothes. “Shall we start with the plasma cannons?”

Tony almost bounced on the balls of his feet. Plasma cannons, hell fucking yes. It didn’t take long for him to completely forget about Thor’s remark and Loki’s avoidance of the topic.

It was only when he was dragged from the library that Tony remembered dinner. It was only when the servants bustled in to dress them that he realised what Thor and Loki had.

He’d been pre-prepared to be waited on, Loki had warned him it was expected and normal. While he found the whole thing weird, he’d known to roll with it. Loki was only a few metres away from him getting tended to on the other side of the bed.

(Being well-acknowledged lovers had some perks. Otherwise, he’d be in a different room.)

But when he’d went to get out his best suit the servants had all spluttered and gasped. He’d frowned, thinking Loki might have released some illusionary snakes or something – instead, a no-nonsense man remarked, “Prince Stark. This is the grandest event of the year!”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, enjoying the prince thing but not the talking down. “I know that. It’s why I’m here.”

“You cannot wear that,” the man said. He even bustled forward and picked up Tony’s hoodie from earlier and proffered it. “You must dress to befit your status, Prince Stark.”

Tony stared at the hoodie before glancing over at his lover. Loki was very determinedly not looking at him. But Tony could see the smallest upturn of his lips. The asshole was amused. He’d obviously worked out what Tony hadn’t thought through.

God, even Thor had realised.

He’d wanted to wear a nice suit, to look good for Loki. His lover loved him in a tux.

But, then again. He loved him in that hoodie too. And it wasn’t like the Aesir would know the difference. In fact, he’d get to rock up in his comfiest clothes while everyone else dressed up in uncomfortable leather.

Slowly, Tony started to smile.

“You know, you’re absolutely right. I should wear my best for Asgard.”

The servants all looked relieved. Loki looked over his shoulder, making direct eye-contact. His eyebrows were raised, but Tony met him dead on. He wasn’t about to fold on this, not if Loki didn’t want him to.

Loki’s smile deepened and he inclined his head in the smallest nod. Brightening, Tony happily pulled out his favourite jeans and a green shirt Loki had magically altered from red years ago. His hoodie was going to be the pièce de resistance.

The servants all stepped forward to begin handling his clothes. Some of them looked curious, others uncertain. He did catch one man rubbing the material thoughtfully. Tony wondered if the man was admiring how soft it was in comparison to Asgardian layers.

That’s right, everyone. Be God damn jealous at how comfy I am.

The servants took less than ten minutes to dress him. Most of that seemed to be figuring out how his clothing worked. Some of them seemed pleasantly delighted at the ease of it. Others looked perplexed, even disappointed. Tony had barely reined in making a joke or a flirtatious remark. Mostly, he didn’t want to do anything that came back to the Allfather or Loki’s enemies about his ‘eyes wandering’ or any other bullshit.

Tony didn’t put any trick past them.

When they finished, he ended up sitting on the bed waiting for Loki. His lover didn’t seem to mind and Tony enjoyed watching Loki get slowly and perfectly dressed in his literal Asgardian best. Loki always looked gorgeous, but there was a certain fastidiousness to it tonight. Loki’s hair was carefully combed and coifed. His outfit free of even the slightest wrinkle.

He looked, well, regal.

Tony almost wanted to get out the Asgardian clothes and get them on, if only to match his lover. While he’d never cared much about social conventions even on Earth, he didn’t want to be a disappointment.

Standing up, Tony walked over to Loki. The servants all scurried away, allowing him to place hands on his lover’s hips. Loki was standing in front of a full-length mirror, fiddling with the cuffs of his tunic. He paused and caught Tony’s gaze through the reflection. He smiled instantly.

“Yes, Anthony?”

Anthony had to stand on his toes, but he dropped his chin to the man’s shoulder.

“You look gorgeous.”

Loki’s smile deepened, his flattery over the compliment obvious. “Thank you.”

“Sure, I won’t be a letdown?” he quipped.

His tone was light and teasing, but he knew Loki would read the undercurrent of concern. His lover’s gaze sharpened.

“You could never be that, Anthony,” Loki replied. He lowered his hands and gently squeezed Tony’s. “Especially not when dressed in my colours and entering on my arm.” He smirked. “And should I not be jealous? Midgardian formalwear is something I am very fond of for its comfort.”

Tony grinned. Loki certainly had a large collection of Midgardian pyjamas and it was a common sight to see him lounging around the penthouse in the baggy clothing.

“I suppose that’s true. Asgardian fashion looks gorgeous on you, but you can’t beat a good home-grown hoodie.”

Loki’s grin revealed his dimples. He also turned in Tony’s arms. He gently cupped Tony’s jaw before bending down and kissing him sweetly. Tony closed his eyes, enjoying every chance to kiss his lover. However, unlike Tony expected, Loki didn’t let it linger. Instead, he pulled back and lightly encouraged Tony to step away.

“Enough of that, Anthony. You may be ready, but I am not.”

Tony pouted, but he diligently stepped back. The servants immediately took his place as they continued to dress Loki. Sitting back down on the edge of the bed, Tony watched Loki for a long time, simply admiring every aspect of his lover. Yet, he also took in the sight of Loki doing something as familiar to him as breathing.

It was one of the few times Tony really witnessed the nature of being a prince on Asgard. There were other things he’d been briefed on as well. Some were similar to Earth where wait staff would take glasses and plates away at the meal. Only these were servants and his status as a foreign prince and lover of an Asgardian royal meant he could order them to do almost anything.

He would even have sway over most of the Asgardian populace.

Sure, he’d asked an entire room of journalists to sit down and they had, but it felt a little different when people who didn’t even know him would simply follow his command. It put a whole new spin on Thor and Loki’s attitudes when they'd first arrived on Earth.

And the subsequent years since.

It made it that little bit more satisfying that he was making his jeans, t-shirt and hoodie combination pass as royal finery. He almost wished the jeans weren’t designer and instead had holes in the knees or grease stains.

But maybe that would have been pushing it, even for the Aesir.

But how far can I push it?

The moment the thought went through his mind. Tony couldn’t let it go. Because, if the Aesir were now determined to see him in his “best” – shouldn’t he go all out and give them his worst?

“You know babe,” he said sweetly. “It’s a shame I don’t have my favourite jeans with me. You know, the ones with the rips in the knees. I’m sure Thor will be disappointed I didn’t wear my very best.”

Loki looked over his shoulder. And oh, the spark of mischief in his eyes was enough to make Tony’s heart pound.

“Oh, Anthony. Did I not mentioned I packed them for you? I thought perhaps you had merely missed them while examining your vast wardrobe.”

Tony didn’t miss the brief flare of seidr across his lover’s fingertips. It was so fast and quick the servants hadn’t even seen. But Tony had been watching.

Grinning widely, Tony went back into his luggage and rummaged around. He bit down on a laugh and pulled out a pair of jeans which Tony was sure were baggier than they had been. The rips and faded spots were definitely new.

Tony couldn’t even be upset about the damage to expensive denim. They had been sacrificed for a good cause.

The servants were watching him curiously. He grinned brightly at them. “Sorry guys, looks like we’ve got a last-minute wardrobe change.”

The earlier servant with attitude walked forward with a puzzled frown. He touched the spot that would show off Tony’s knee. The hole was so large a fist could fit through it.

“What do these indicate?”

“That we’ve got nothing to hide,” Tony answered immediately. “That you can come at us with a knife, a hammer or an insult. We’ll beat you even while wearing half the armour our enemy does.”

“Impressive,” the man said.

He actually sounded like he meant it. Tony also knew that explanation would be spread throughout Asgard like wildfire by the time the feast was over.

Meeting Loki’s gaze across the room, he saw his lover’s smile was small, but pleased. He also knew that for the longest time his lover had been the only trickster in all of Asgard.

Now, he wasn’t alone.

The knowledge flooded Tony with pride and when the servants put him in his ripped jeans he didn’t feel remotely underdressed at Loki’s side. Because, where it mattered, he was the only one who ever had and could match Loki Liesmith.

Tony actually had the best time at the feast. Every other guest, while they looked fine to begin with, quickly became envious as hell. Tony had been at events like this. His suit sucked after four hours. He wanted it off. Everyone also started to look worse as the night went on; hair drooped, makeup smeared, people started to sweat.

It was the same on Asgard. Only Tony was very comfortable.

Loki was the only one who remained amused the entire time. He whisked Tony around the feast, placing him in front of courtiers and watching as Tony savagely beat them in any game of words or protocol. He also spoke at length about the comfort of his clothes. Loki chiming in that while Tony had worn Asgardian formal wear and looked very fetching, one could not discount the enjoyment of his own cultural dress.

Tony even deigned to allow a few people to touch his hoodie. They all admired the softness of the fabric.

More than once, Tony saw Thor glaring in the background or rolling his eyes. Tony took great pleasure in pointing out Thor often wore Earth clothes when staying at his tower. Hearing the Thunderer endorse it only seemed to heighten the Asgardian envy.

Odin was a glaring ball of discontent at the royal table. When they sat down to dinner, Tony had wondered if the man would burn a hole through him with his single, disapproving eye. He didn’t. Nor did he speak.

Well, he gave a speech welcoming him and Loki. He almost seemed to be taking a page from Tony’s book. He was unfailingly polite and any insults were so subtle no one would be able to call him on it. Tony just took Loki’s hand and squeezed it. He then brought it to his lips for a blatant show of affection.

He didn’t think he’d ever seen Loki smile so much when Asgard was brought up, let alone while on the planet.

Tony had never been prouder of a trick he’d pulled than he did of wearing a hoodie to meet Odin.

Not even the subsequent evenings rubbed some of the shine of the moment. And, when he'd briefly complained two days in about not being able to wear his suit. Loki had encouraged him to wear it on a walk through the city while Loki wore his more ‘casual wear’.

And while making Loki laugh and smile was certainly a bonus – it didn’t mean that their trip to Asgard didn’t become serious or make Loki angry at times.

Not even his hoodie could counteract everything.

“Insufferable!” Loki snarled, throwing open the doors to his rooms with a loud enough bang to echo through the hall and make Tony flinch.

He followed behind carefully and shut the door. He wasn’t worried about his lover hurting him. But he was worried about saying the wrong thing and firing him up even more.

He doubted Loki’s threats of turning Odin into a rat were going to help their case.

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” Tony acknowledged carefully. “But he’s only boxing himself further into a corner.”

“He is refusing you an apple on the most ludicrous grounds.”

“And we’ll be able to work around it, you know that.”

Loki had taken to pacing, his agitation strong enough to have green seidr crackling from his fingertips.

“He will not be swayed by honeyed words.” Loki growled.

“No,” Tony admitted, stepping closer carefully. “But he’s not stupid enough to fight public opinion, especially when the action is supported by Thor.”

“Yes, because Thor’s happiness is far greater than mine.”

Tony sighed. He also didn’t touch Loki but stood close enough to be in reach if needed.

“Look, I’m not going to deny he’s a biased asshole with massive favouritism towards Thor. But he’s not going to take spite so far he’d go against his own laws.”

“It would not be without precedent,” Loki muttered. “And he will write his own laws if he has to.”

And you know that the fact he hasn’t yet, means he’s unlikely to do it.

“He’s making it hard on purpose because he’s an asshole. But he knows we’re boxing him in. He’s going to have to give in eventually.”

“And how many years will it take him to do that?” Loki snarled. “He will not go easily. His memory and grudges are long.”

So are yours, sweetheart. That’s why watching you guys battle really will form Ragnarök if we’re not careful.

Tony wracked his brain for something to say. Some new angle they could use against Odin to make the man crack under the pressure and legal obligations. It didn’t take long for one to come to mind. It was something Loki had made mention of, but in the same informative way he’d listed the proper way to tie the laces of one’s tunic – or the proper formalities to announce a change in rank.

Everything had been extensively laid out for him. Loki had even given him some books to read back at home for additional research. He’d wanted Tony prepared for any situation, question or remark that could come his way.

And there was one in particular that, while not explicitly designed to give Tony a golden apple, it could be used. It would be near impossible for Odin to deny him if they did it.

Only, it was something they’d never discussed.

Sure, Loki putting these wheels in motion had more than indicated what their relationship meant. Tony’s agreement had all but offered that back.

But one thing hadn’t come up.

Marriage.

Because, at the end of the day, neither of them had a great track record for long-term relationships. Or, you know, having people like them in general. There was also that lingering fear about putting something on paper. Of making it binding.

(Yes, a gold apple probably held more weight than a circular bit of metal. But, not to them. An apple meant Tony lived a long time, yeah, but they could still go their separate ways. It wasn’t the same. But saying yes? That was more… hefty for people like them.)

And yet, Tony knew it would work.

It just meant he had to offer – had to ask. Because, if he was going to make the suggestion, he’d have to mean it.

And the scary part was that he did. Even with the slight gnawing terror of putting his heart on the line – he still felt like Loki would keep him safe. He trusted Loki, he loved him and had admitted as much. Yet, somehow, proposing felt a lot more terrifying.

For God’s sake, you want to spend eternity with him. How different is that with or without a wedding ring on?

Tony swallowed. He also looked at the man in front of him. Loki was still pacing and lost in his own world. His brow was drawn in a harsh frown. His spine stiff and his muscles tense. Tony wanted to wipe all his stress and anger away.

“I know how we can get an apple,” Tony said, doing his best to hide his nerves.

Loki paused, seeming to notice the seriousness of his statement. He looked at Tony, his frown remaining.

“And how do you recommend we do that?”

Tony licked his lips. He took a step forward and debated how to do things. Did he kneel? Would the connotations cross over between Earth and Aesir culture? Would it matter when Loki had seen enough pop culture to understand?

You don’t even have rings yet. Fuck it. Your knees can take it.

Taking Loki’s hand, he watched his lover’s puzzlement grow. The moment he lowered down onto one knee; Loki’s eyes widened.

“Anthony. You cannot mean to-”

“Ask the most amazing man in the universe to marry me?” He swallowed. “I can. I am.”

Loki’s eyes had only seemed to get wider. He swallowed noticeably. He also raised his other hand, placing Tony’s between both palms.

“There are other ways,” he murmured. “We can make another solution.”

But Tony didn’t want to. Looking up at his lover, imagining what it would mean to be husband rather than just partner – well, Tony wasn’t about to turn back now.

“That doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice turning rougher. “This isn’t just about the apple. This is… this is about us.”

“We’ve never spoken of marriage,” Loki pointed out. “Neither of us like bindings.”

“We don’t like being trapped,” he agreed. “But will we be trapped, if it’s us?”

Loki slowly lowered to his knees to join Tony. He also sent out a burst of seidr, likely noticing the way aches were already forming in his joints. They were eased in a moment and Tony brought his free hand to cover Loki’s.

Loki stared at their clasped hands. It seemed to take an age for him to reply. Tony’s heart pounding harder with every second he spent waiting.

Finally, Loki answered softly, “I think with you, it would be a comfort, rather than a restraint.”

Tony let out the breath he’d been holding. He also leant forward. Loki released his hands and Tony all but fell against his lover. Loki’s arms wrapped around his back while his went around the man’s waist. Loki’s chin rested on top of his head.

“I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone,” Tony admitted. “Everyone joked about my bachelor ways and I was always quick to point out how I’d be a disaster of a husband.” He squeezed Loki tighter. “You’re the first person I can picture marrying—who I want to marry.”

“I feared marriage,” Loki confessed. “A loveless binding to someone chosen by Odin to further a political tie? I fought harshly against such engagements. I never imagine I would marry by choice.”

Tony felt a new surge of anger at Asgard. At Odin for making Loki feel that way. Tony had never had to contend with people making him marry. He just hadn’t wanted to end up like his parents – or being too difficult that he drove anyone who he cared for out of his life.

But Loki had already been with him for years. They’d already found every possible thing that could annoy them about each other and overcome it. They were going to spend eternity together – surely a few words would only make things better and more official?

We already like seeing each other in our colours. How much nicer will it be to see him wearing a ring and knowing it means he’s mine?

The thought had more than a bit of appeal, and it was enough to have him raise his head and met Loki’s gaze head on.

“Let’s prove everyone wrong,” he said. “Let’s prove ourselves wrong.” He smiled. “Marry me.”

Loki’s smile grew as well, revealing his adorable dimples. He also ducked down and kissed Tony’s lips. The embrace was soft and lingered for a long moment. When he pulled back, it took a moment for Tony to open his eyes. He met bright green.

“Yes,” Loki said softly. “Yes, I shall marry you, Anthony Stark.”

Tony grinned. He also ducked in to kiss the man again, but Loki’s hand came up and touched his chest, keeping him at bay. Tony frowned, but Loki’s smile was turning into the mischievous curve he loved so much.

“But,” he continued. “If we are to announce it to Asgard and secure your apple. We will need something far more elaborate than this.”

A smirk slowly curved Tony’s mouth.

“Oh? Something suitably Asgardian and public, I’m sensing?”

“Why, Anthony. It’s almost as if you read my mind.”

Tony chuckled. He also leant forward, this time, without gaining any resistance. He kissed Loki’s lips briefly before pulling back.

“Just tell me what I’ll need to do to help.”

Loki’s mischief softened for tenderness. He cupped Tony’s cheek and stroked it gently.

“That I will, my Anthony.”

As much as Tony was curious, he knew his lover wouldn’t reveal his plans for some time. Loki preferred to have everything carefully arranged in his mind before bringing others into the process. Tony could appreciate that. It was why he wasn’t surprised to be helped to his feet only to end up sitting on the couch as Loki paced.

This time, Tony didn’t watch his lover intently or with worry. This wasn’t an angry pace; it was a thinking one and that was the kind he liked to see. Instead, Tony merely absorbed the enormity of what just happened.

Surprisingly, it came with a lot less worry or panic than he’d expected. He actually felt surprisingly… happy. He also couldn’t wait to break the news to everyone back home. Tony Stark getting married? It was going to be the headline of the century.

He’d have to make sure Loki’s ring was befitting of his royal spouse. And that the journalists got lots of photos.

In the end, Loki proposed to him.

Okay, well, technically, the real proposal was all him. But Loki wanted to make it seem like a pre-arranged thing. That it wasn’t a gimmick to get an apple. It was planned. And with a bit of help from an apparently ecstatic Thor, Loki was able to set things up to propose to him under the stars on Loki’s personal flying longboat. Thor had made sure no other boats were out that night. Loki had used seidr to look like fireflies around them.

He swore Loki had gained the idea from Rapunzel. But either way it was God damn romantic and Tony had felt flustered. The asshole hadn’t even informed him of it. He’d just casually dropped it on him.

Thankfully, before he could get too emotional, Loki had started to emotionlessly drawl the court procedures for marriage until Tony had tackled him. They’d both broken into laughter. He’d ended up laying on top of his lover, surrounded by green, magical fireflies and smiling.

So, yeah.

Loki technically proposed to him. That’s what all the gossip around Asgard said since the magical display (and Thor’s loud-mouthed talking) hadn’t been subtle.

But that was the point. Because no one could deny what had happened, especially when they both started sporting a leather bracelet with red and green ribbon laced together. Which was an Asgardian tradition for betrothed spouses who had not yet gained proper wedding markers.

Odin’s expression had only turned into a deeper scowl over their actions. Especially when even the advisors started making remarks as if his inclusion in future events was a foregone conclusion. Everyone was merely waiting for the apple to be offered.

And it was with sweet, sweet success that Odin made the announcement on his final day on the planet.

Most of the Aesir still didn’t quite know what to make of him. They seemed perplexed by his behaviour and personality, confused as to why he was with Loki, and altogether unsure how to view him when he contrasted so drastically to what they had known of mortals.

However, despite the general befuddlement, there was no one opposed to him. Tony figured anyone Loki dated was never going to receive the warmest welcome. But the overall acceptance and cautious approval was enough to give them exactly what Loki had been angling for.

They stood in the Grand Hall having arrived just like the first day, only, without Thor. He was already beside the Allfather’s throne and was all but vibrating with excitement. His outward enthusiasm was all the confirmation they had needed.

They’d shared a brief glance; hope, relief and delight visible in that split-second they dared lower their guards. A moment later they were back and looking at Odin, their emotions hidden beneath their polite but blank masks.

They stopped before the throne and Odin tapped his staff on the ground. The hall was already mostly silent, but after that small gesture a pin could easily be heard dropping.

“Loki Odinson, you brought your chosen partner before us to showcase his worth, your combined commitment and his ability to conduct himself as a royal spouse.”

Odin’s eye turned on him. Tony knew the man was attempting to intimidate him. It had never worked and Odin remained perturbed by it. So, Tony just grinned.

“Anthony Stark,” Odin remarked. “You have proven yourself as a committed partner to Loki. Your conduct has been… admirable for a Midgardian. The Aesir will continue to watch your growth in the centuries to come.”

He glanced at Thor and nodded. Thor all but leapt down from the step beside the throne. He held out a small golden satchel. When he reached them, he pulled on the rope to reveal the gleaming gold skin of the apple they’d worked so hard to gain.

“Return to Midgard with Asgard’s blessing,” Odin continued. “But know that from the day of your wedding, Anthony Stark’s duties as a royal spouse on Asgard will begin. Until then, he may retain the lesser roles of the prince’s chosen partner.”

He lowered the staff again. A moment later a roar of applause filled the hall from the Aesir. Tony flinched ever so slightly, not having expected the extent of the sound. Luckily, the act was hidden by Thor throwing his arms around them both in a tight hug.

Luckily, Loki had already grasped and magicked away the apple, assuring it wouldn’t get damaged as they were squished against the man’s muscled chest.

And wasn’t that a trip. Thor was going to be his brother-in-law.

“This is a blessed day,” Thor said, pulling back. “We must celebrate!”

Another cheer went up from the courtiers and other Aesir that had stepped forward.

“I think you are forgetting we are meant to be returning to Midgard, Thor,” Loki drawled.

“Nonsense, brother. A few hours at the tavern are necessary to spread this joyous news. It is not every day that an apple is granted. That it is done to my brother and friend makes it even more important!”

Loki was smiling faintly and he glanced at Tony with a raised eyebrow.

“Well,” Tony said, “I suppose I should visit one tavern before I go. I mean, I’ll be able to try Asgardian ale after that apple, won’t I?”

“Ha!” Thor laughed. “You shall! It is settled! I shall visit you at your chambers on the hour to take us to a tavern!”

He clapped them both on the shoulders before stepping back. A series of courtiers were quick to take his place, each tripping over their well-wishes. Tony noticed the advisor from his first day was among them. They both allowed a few minutes of their sucking up before Tony looked at Loki with a barely restrained eye-roll.

After that, Loki quickly but firmly dismissed them so they could retreat to his rooms. They barely made it out of the hall, however, before Loki’s seidr was sparking to life and the familiar disorientation and flashes of teleportation left Tony stumbling briefly.

His lover caught him and before Tony could fully get his bearings, Loki was kissing him fiercely. He gave a soft groan and tugged his lover closer by the collar of his jacket.

“My Anthony,” Loki whispered after pulling back. “We have done it.”

Tony grinned. “Yeah. You’re stuck with me for eternity. Can’t take it back now.”

“Not even the Norns themselves could make me do that,” Loki whispered.

Tony’s stomach and heart flipped. He kissed Loki if only on the hopes of hiding his reaction. He knew by the feel of Loki’s smile that his lover knew.

When they pulled back some time later, he loosened his hold on Loki’s clothes before asking, “Now, where is this thing? We have a tavern to go to and a wedding to plan.”

Loki chuckled. He also stepped back if only so that he could conjure the apple to his palm. He pulled away the satchel to reveal it between them. Tony took it. The fruit was smooth and cool, like he’d just taken it from the fridge. He ran his thumb over the unblemished surface.

This was it. The start of his future.

He glanced at Loki to find his lover with a soft, loving smile. Tony matched the look and took a bite. The fruit burst on his tongue. It tasted like something he couldn’t define. Less like a fruit and more like a cider. It was weird but still good.

He ate every bite while holding the tender gaze of his future husband.

And even though he knew the wedding would mean dealing even more with Asgard, Tony couldn’t wait for the time when he could exchange their bracelets for rings. When everyone in the universe would finally know that they were taken.

When they got to the tavern there was more cheering and a tankard being shoved in his hand. It was loud and over-the-top, but Tony could appreciate that everyone was happy for them. Or at least, for a party. His first sip had him grimacing. Asgardian ale was… kind of bland. And yeasty. Not honeyed like he’d have expected.

Loki had just laughed at his expression. He’d promised to introduce him to Alfheim liquor which would be more to his taste. With woody notes and smooth textures that would remind him of his beloved scotch. Tony was grateful, even if it did mean nursing a tankard through the hour-long revelry.

He did smile at Thor’s overexuberance. Even Loki seemed pleased by the man’s honest happiness for them. Despite that, they’d both been keen to bail and get home.

They’d left the large group of partying Aesir and had taken the Bifrost to his tower. And oh, the peace and quiet and comfort of the penthouse as they stepped inside. Both of them had relaxed at hearing the pleased tone of JARVIS say, ‘Welcome home, Sirs.’

Of course, a few hours of peace were all they got before Tony couldn’t resist telling his best friends about his status an immortal demi-god. And that he was engaged. The second has garnered the most reaction.

Rhodey, amusingly, wanted to give Loki the repulsor talk about what would happen if he ever hurt Tony. Loki took it with surprisingly good humour and seriousness. Pepper gave a shriek of delight that Tony had never heard her do and congratulated them both thoroughly.

Bruce came next, then the rest of the Avengers. By the time the knowledge hit SHIELD, well, a leak to the public had been practically inevitable.

And, just like everyone else, the wedding was what held everyone’s focus. He was a little put out his place as a demi-god was so inconsequential. Loki merely kissed his pouting lips and told him to beat up Steve to feel better. And the fact he could do that now without the suit certainly cheered him up.

The next biggest thing to brighten his mood was a few weeks after their return. They were in the penthouse and Loki was flicking through a magazine, reading the rumours about what their wedding would entail. Tony was on the opposite side of the couch actually planning the ceremony.

They’d both agreed a private wedding on his beach in Malibu would be the ideal setting. Tony was in the middle of discussing their outfits when Loki interrupted.

“You do realise of course,” Loki remarked. “That Aesir will attend this event.”

“So? What does that matter-”

He stopped abruptly. His eyes widened as he looked over at his lover. Loki was attempting a blank face, but Tony could see the hint of smile.

“No,” he whispered.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Oh, come on, really?” Tony whined. “A hoodie and jeans?”

“Mm,” Loki hummed, turning a page. “And those you wish to invite should be made aware of the formal attire required.”

“You want everyone to show up dressed like that?”

“Considering the many complaints that you and Miss Potts give after your gala events, I would think you would relish a chance to be comfortable?”

While Loki had a point, this was their wedding. Surely, he was supposed to make a stand about them dressing their best? And yet, his arguments were disappearing before they reached his lips at the smirk curling Loki’s mouth.

Because Loki didn’t look like he was teasing him with a plan to reverse the misconception. He actually looked like he wanted it. And yes, Tony could understand it was a brilliant chance for mischief not only by tricking the people of Asgard but also the guests from Earth.

(Well, assuming Tony didn’t trust them enough to explain and have them on his side. Rhodey, for example.)

Still, it was the glimmer in his lover’s eyes that made him send a fond mental farewell to the tux he had planned to don for the wedding.

“Well, if I’m wearing a hoodie and jeans. We’re going to need something different than what I wore to Asgard.”

Loki’s expression brightened and he even lowered his book, letting Tony know for certain that he’d made the right call.

“I believe I have an outfit that will be suitable.”

Tony quirked his eyebrows but dutifully waited to see what would be offered. Loki didn’t take his tablet, where Tony had been searching through a multitude of options. Instead, he used seidr to conjure the items he required.

When Tony registered them, he laughed.

“Shit. Are you serious?”

“But of course,” Loki said.

Tony reached out and touched his old grey shirt. It was one he frequently wore to the lab. Its sleeve was frayed from an overzealous grab by Dum-E. There were numerous singes and discolorations. The jeans were a pair he’d worn when they’d last been on vacation in Malibu. The cuffs were fraying after Loki had him not only running along the beach but tumbling into the ocean. He’d spent a few days wearing nothing else after the rounds of sex they’d had as well. The same hoodie from Asgard was there too.

“This shirt has seen better days,” Tony commented.

“It has seen some of your best days,” Loki insisted. “Many of your finest inventions were crafted in this. As were some of our best memories created in the others. I think they are a fitting outfit to wear on the union of our lives.”

Tony swallowed. He looked away from the clothes to his lover’s tender expression.

“Way to make a spiteful joke turn romantic as hell, Loki.”

“I do enjoy it when I am able to do both,” he said with pleasure.

He also leant down and caught Tony’s lips in a kiss. Tony closed his eyes, enjoying the affectionate touch.

When they pulled apart, Loki questioned, “Do you approve?”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, not having to think about it. “Yeah, this is my wedding outfit.”

Loki grinned widely. He also kissed Tony again. When they pulled back that time, their breathing was a little heavier. But Tony had enough higher brain functions to question.

“What are you going to wear?”

“I am a Prince of Asgard and expected to wear my formal dress.”

Tony touched Loki’s soft tunic. “That’s almost a shame. I like you in your penthouse clothes just as much as your space-mage leather.”

“I thought you preferred me in nothing at all,” Loki purred.

His hand also slid over Tony’s chest, immediately spreading desire through his body.

“That’s true. And I haven’t seen that in far too long.”

“Let’s correct that, shall we?” Loki replied.

Tony didn’t get a chance to respond before his lover was kissing him. His clothes disappeared as did all thoughts other than the man in front of him. The rest of the wedding could be planned later.

Tony was actually surprised he got everyone to agree.

He told a few people the truth and they either rolled their eyes, laughed, or in Pepper’s case literally put a hand to her face and groaned softly. When she did lower her palm, she was smiling though. So, Tony still counted it as a win.

Everyone else, he explained it as ‘cultural differences’ and an ‘unfortunate misunderstanding’. Loki also weighed in with very strong reasons why it had to be obeyed for all future events if Asgard and Earth wanted a prosperous relationship.

It was a beautiful speech. Tony almost believed it himself.

But he knew better. He could see the chaotic glee burning in his lover’s gaze.

It was why, Tony had to try desperately hard to keep from laughing as the Asgardians trooped in wearing their very best. They were covered in leather, gold and layers. There were so many layers. And on a sunny beach day? Yeah, that shit had to suck.

Sure, a hoodie and jeans weren’t the coolest clothing but they were a lot more comfortable.

And bless his friends. Rhodey, Bruce and Happy had all seemed to compete for who could wear the most garish and rattiest looking clothing. Seeing Pepper turn up in a faded pink hoodie and sweatpants was only further proof that it was the best idea he’d ever had.

Thor, of course, looked somewhere between pained and amused. Tony didn’t know if that was merely because he was in his ceremonial garb. It looked like he was sweating.

Tony had been observing everyone as he waited at the start of the aisle for Loki to arrive. It was a mix of traditions that they were playing with. They would meet each other at the end and walk up together. Rhodey and Thor were waiting by the preacher as best men. Thor was also going to officiate the ceremony on behalf of Asgard.

(Because of course ruling the Golden Realm meant Odin couldn’t get off his ass to attend. Honestly, Tony didn’t want him there, but it was the principal of the thing.)

It was only when the music started that Tony knew Loki was finally on his way. He turned and looked towards the cliff and the winding stairs that led down to the beach. He sucked in a breath. Loki was in his complete armour. He had on his horned helmet, his green cape bellowing in the breeze and daggers noticeable at his side.

But there were other more aesthetic touches; some braids in his hair, gold and black dusting the corner of his eyes.

His head was held high and his leather boots almost seemed to defy the laws of physics as he walked down the stairs and across the sand with pure elegance.

It took his lover reaching him and clasping his hands before he could speak, “You’re gorgeous.”

“As are you, Anthony.”

He didn’t feel it. Not next to Loki when he was dressed so elegantly.

“I think you’ve got me beaten.”

Tony stroked his fingers over Loki’s hand which also had some of the body glitter. It only added to his ethereal look.

“Hmm,” Loki hummed. “Do I?”

It was the tone that made Tony glance up. Loki’s lips were in that serene smile that tried to hide everything, but Tony could see through from a mile away.

“Lokes?” he questioned.

Loki’s grin spread a little bit wider and for a brief moment Loki’s appearance flickered. The man he loved was still standing in front of him, but instead of the glamour and ceremony of his Asgardian wear, Tony saw the linen pants Loki wore to bed. He saw a baggy cream tunic and a grey hoodie he’d stolen from Tony years ago. His feet were bare and there wasn’t a hint of the glitter Loki had complained was terribly itchy once applied.

Tony knew that the lack of whispers and gasps meant he was the only one to see beneath the illusion.

And the knowledge made him laugh. It burst out of him in a bright peal of utter delight and affection. When Loki caught the sound with a kiss, Tony knew without any doubt that he was making the right choice.

How could he do anything but marry the man who would not only con the universe with him, but make him so happy while they did it?