Love Is A Four Letter Word
He ignored the way people would turn their noses up at him. The venomous words they would sneer had no effect on him. Even the concerned expressions of his friends meant nothing to him. Nothing anyone did was going to change a thing.
He loved Loki.
It was a hard pill to swallow in the beginning. Trying to convince himself that the only thing he felt for the would-be-King was disgust and maybe a bit of pity. Tried to tell himself that the reason his heart would race whenever the God was near and the disinterest he now felt for Pepper was simply the PTSD. But after a year even he had to admit that he was just kidding himself.
Telling Loki was a whole of story on the other hand. At first the God thought it was nothing but some unamusing joke that Thor had put him up to. Tony had nearly died, again, that day. But after pursuing Loki for three months, after all Tony Stark often got what he wanted, the God finally caved and gave Tony the chance he had been waiting for.
Now coming home after dealing with the hustle and bustle of modern life to find Loki waiting for him was the highlight of Tony’s day. He didn’t care what others thought or said. The way those emerald eyes lit up every time Loki saw him, everything he needed to know glistening in the depths of those vibrant pools, made it all worth it.
Love is a four letter word. So is Loki.