Frostiron ✓
Tony sat on a couch in the common room, phone pointed at his boyfriend, ready to take a picture of him looking stupid.
He finally got his chance, Loki opened his mouth wide in a long yawn, his tongue flopping out like a dog.
The Stark snapped a photo, saving it to his gallery.
"Hey, babe, can you get me some orange juice? I'm thirsty." Tony asked, blinking rapidly at his partner.
"God, Tony, can't you do anything for yourself?" The god complained, getting up from his lounge chair and heading to the kitchen.
The brunette darted across the room to the seat, grabbing the other's phone and opening their shared gallery. He saved Loki's picture as the background and lock screen. Looking at old photo, he laughed before heading back to the couch to lay back down.
Walking back into the room, Loki handed him his juice and sat in his chair again.
"Seriously?" He asked, his phone held up in his hand.
Tony giggled, his partner joining him as he looked at the photo.
"So good at getting my bad side, huh?"
"Yeah."
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The next time he got a picture of Loki it was him hunched over the toilet, hair sticking up in every direction and puke on his bottom lip.
Tony was about to unlock the man's phone to change the background when he stopped, staring at the already placed one.
It was a photo of them on their second date, in Loki's car, their temples pressed together and eyes closed. The sun was setting across the cliff, the oranges and pinks crossing the god's face in the perfect light. In that light was the first time they kissed, Tony falling far in love with the black-haired beauty.
He smiled wide, waiting for his boyfriend to come back from the bathroom to kiss him on the cheek.
"Love you," The man said, curling into the other's grasp.
"Love you too, baby." Loki returned, nose in his hair.