The Skin You're In

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“Welcome home…” 

So in my mind, this was totally the opening for an AU where Loki falls down to earth, can’t remember certain things, and Tony just picks him up somehow someway because he’s chill like that and likes suspiciously interesting things. Amnesiac!sexy man who needs a place to stay? = trolling for danger and good feelings. Yes. BTW, very lovely photoset. I really love it.

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Loki blinks. He is standing on the side to a dusty road in his armor and a staff in one hand, and his hair has grown past his shoulders. He cannot help but mentally frown at that. Hadn’t his hair been cut to his ears? He swore they were. They must have at one point in time. He tries to remember and all he gets is a blank. He tries to remember other things like how did he get here, where was he, why did he have a staff, those sort of things. There are only blanks, except for two things: he is Loki, and he must find a place to stay.

(He has no money on him, no family he can remember, and no transportation whatsoever. Yet Loki cannot muster up any feeling of panic or alarm, just a sense of detachment and an emotion that says go, just go, it doesn’t matter where you go as long as you’re going somewhere. There must be something wrong with him, in his head or skin or heart, but Loki cannot bring himself to care right now.)

He starts walking forward on the side of the road, slowly (Because for some reason he thinks his body is broken, but that can’t be. He doesn’t have any injuries, external or internal or any other kind. His mind must be playing tricks on him, thinking that there’s an injury on his chest, as if a hammer had landed on him. Tricks.) and continues doing so until he hears a car’s sound (He mentally frowns again because how does he know what is a car and what a car sounds like?) coming up from behind. He doesn’t stop walking, doesn’t try to catch attention because he remembers enough to know he should not try to ask for a ride from a stranger.

The car drives up and stops right next to him anyway. Loki tilts his head, and somehow he knows that the car is a 2008 Audi R8 even though he knows this must be the first time he’s seen such a car. He doesn’t have any time to think more on this before the car’s window pulls down, and a grinning human man with muscular and tanned skin, his hair dark brown and stubble on his face looks directly at him. Distantly, Loki thinks the human would be considered attractive, but the thought is put to the back of his mind when the mortal starts speaking.

“Hey, Green Eyes,” the mortal says shamelessly in a low, throaty voice, the sunglasses on the man’s nose tipping low enough for Loki to see the man’s eyes brighten with some unknown emotion. “Need a ride?”

Loki is torn. On one hand, there is free and quick transportation. On the other, the mortal is a stranger. So he only does what’s logical.

“I’m not supposed to hitch a ride with strangers,” Loki says, returning a strange smile of his own because it was only polite to do so when someone offered you something for free.

The human’s grin turned even wider, “The name’s Tony Stark. Not so much of a stranger am I now, Green Eyes?” The man pats down on the seat next to him, as if saying come sit down, there’s more than enough room for two.

Loki’s lips quirk upwards. The man is human and mortal. Loki is something else. That is all Loki knows.

He still, for some reason or another, says yes and accepts. He gets into the car, and the mortal man’s face is, for a moment, triumphant, as if he has won the battles and the war, and seems to become even more smug when Loki informs him that his name is actually not Green Eyes, but Loki.

(“I love it when you call me Mr. Stark,” the human later says as he drives, “but let’s save that for special occasions,  hmm?” The man gives him a smirk, and Loki can’t help but wonder why he thinks there is an undertone of something in the man’s expression, as if there is a promise, an unspoken vow that the human has taken that he should protest to, but Loki can’t remember why, any why at all, so he lets it go for now until he has more time to get more information.)

The view is spectacular. Loki isn’t quite sure how he got roped into staying with Tony since the man was supposed to drop him at a motel, but Loki’s not complaining if he gets to stay at such a nice place indefinitely for free. He finds it incredibly strange though that a human would so freely house someone he only just met 2 hours ago.

“Welcome home…” Tony says, eyebrows raising and mouth stretching once more into a grin, and Loki can’t help but feel slightly startled, his eyes blinking once again, before he turns towards the human, studying the man that Loki just knew had some sort of plan for him.

“I’m home…?” Loki trails off uncertainly, and Tony’s eyes gets this gleam in his eyes that is something else altogether.

Loki uses “Hijack” and has successfully run away!

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i am a monkey the true self

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I am OK with this

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that’s not anime at all 

river tiger…

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