Chapter 1
He had found his soulmate.
The one, the person he could stay in a room for over 20 hours and not get bored. It was obvious that they were meant to be together. They were the same... Same smug face, same sarcastic tone, even the same dark sense of humor. Both intelligent people with broken hearts and messed up families. They would understand each other perfectly. And it's not like there was no sexual attraction. (there was, in fact, a lot! From the very first moment)
Yet, life is unfair. Fate is twisted and luck doesn't really exist. That's why Loki wasn't even surprised. That's how it goes, and there's nothing he could do about it.
It all started with Thor's birthday party. (of course, everything starts with Thor, what did you expect? He is the golden son. If this was a movie he would be the hero) Loki never had one and he certainly wasn't going to be in Thor's. He prepared to go outside as soon as he heard the first guests coming. Maybe that was his mistake. He should've left sooner or a little later. He didn't want anybody's eyes so why did he waste time on eyeliner? He could've just be gone as soon as Odin left.
Yet he stayed. He wasted time on makeup and clothing because no matter how much he hated himself, he couldn't stand to look like a homeless person. (Thor) Sometimes later Tony had told him maybe it would've been different if he didn't look as good that day.
Yes, his soulmate was Tony. Tony Stark. Anthony Funcking Stark. It's funny actually. They both knew about each other's existence but they had never looked at each other in the eyes. They never spoke directly and never have been close enough to know.
As Loki went downstairs he came across Thor's best friends. He tried to just ignore them and go, but someone stopped him by pulling his arm. "Hold on! Come on, join us!" They were empty words that he would tell anyone he found attractive. Loki knew that. Loki knew who him from all the gossips he happened to hear. But even so, he felt tight in his chest. Somehow Loki wasn't able to say no, so he ended up at the corner of the room, alone. Then again, just as he was about to leave, he was offered a drink. "Why so sad, smurf?"
Loki sighed and took the drink. "Are you a robot or something? Your words don't sound human." It made Tony laugh in a way he had never seen. Nobody had ever seen. "I mean, nobody likes real people. Isn't that the reason you're alone right now?" Loki sighed again. But he kept the conversation going.
And soon enough, the world around them faded away.
The party ended with Thor laying on the ground, a few missing bras and panties (Odin found them in his library, no one knows how they ended up there but Loki would've thanked them), and Loki smiling like an idiot.
Maybe it's not even real. Maybe they're just assuming this. It's too fictional.
But it is real. It feels real. It's like there's a clock in their blood, reminding them of what's decided.
Was it a dream? Did somebody whisper it in their ears while they were dreaming of each other? Does it really matter? No. Tony ran to Loki's house as soon as he woke up. It was the first Sunday since elementary school that he didn't feel hungover. So he changed and run. He needed to find Loki. He needed to make sure he wasn't crazy. Or the only crazy one at least.
There was a confused person standing in front of the Borson mansion. A tall one, with messy black hair and green pajamas. It was cute enough to make Tony forget about the bad things for a few seconds. Loki noticed him, god! his eyes were filled with fear! Tony didn't know what to do he was as terrified. But when he got closer he realized Loki wasn't scared. He wasn't even shocked. He was disappointed, sad.
Tony just hugged him.