I keep having ideas for FrostIron fics, but I’m not a great writer, so I’ve decided to post some of them on here as prompts. Please, if you like this idea, feel free to take it and do whatever you want with it (then please send me the link for it when it’s done because I’d love to see it!)
This one is another very specific prompt. I even wrote a tiny bit of the story for it, just because I felt like it. It’s not all that well written but it’s just a rough idea of what I was picturing for that scene in my head.
After faking his death on Svartalfheim, Loki goes into hiding, travelling through the realms and laying low. But after a while, he starts to get bored with this and eventually returns to Midgard, where he makes himself known when he starts causing mischief. He no longer wishes to rule or war with Earth, he simply enjoys causing trouble.
The Avengers are often called to fight Loki. Tony ends up fighting one-on-one with the god the most, but a lot of the time it’s verbal. You’d be hard pressed to call it fighting at all, it was more like playful banter and even a little flirting. Tony soon developed a crush on Loki, but never did anything about it because Loki was still the bad guy and as reckless as Tony was, he wasn’t quite so reckless as to start sleeping with the infamous God of Mischief.
One day, Tony is fighting some random villain who tries to stab him with a dagger. Tony isn’t so worried on account of he’s wearing the Iron Man suit, but Loki suddenly appears out of nowhere, standing in front of Tony to protect him, and he is stabbed in the abdomen. He falls to the ground and the villain shrieks and vanishes.
Tony quickly knelt down beside Loki, taking his helmet off and setting it aside on the ground.
"Shit, what the hell did you do that for?"
"In case it escaped your notice, Stark, you were about to be killed."
"I would have been fine! I’m wearing the suit," Tony told him, knocking on the metal belly of the suit for emphasis.
"She stole that dagger from me. Believe me when I say that it would have torn through your armour like it was paper."
"Oh," Tony said sheepishly. "What can I do?"
Loki wrapped his hand around the handle of the dagger that was protruding from his abdomen, wincing and hissing in pain as he pulled it out. He tossed it aside, placing one hand over the wound.
"I will die. There is nothing to be done."
The words hit Tony like a punch in the gut.
"What? Come on, you take one dagger to the gut and you’re a goner? Stop being so dramatic, I’ve seen you walk away from stab wounds like this before."
"This dagger was cursed, Stark. I am afraid… I will not be walking away from this one."
Tony’s eyebrows furrowed; his lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
Loki’s lips curled upwards on one side. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were somewhat upset about this.”
Tony huffed out a quiet laugh, just barely returning the smile. “I’m a little put out. You may be a gigantic pain in the ass, but you’re by far the least boring villain I’ve ever had to fight.” And the most intelligent, and fascinating, and attractive…
"And you are the least idiotic mortal I’ve ever faced." Loki coughed then immediately grimaced at the pain it caused.
"You know, that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me."
"Yes, well, I do try not to make a habit of complimenting you. Your ego is inflated enough as it is." Loki lifted a hand to place on Tony’s cheek, his expression turning somewhat serious. "It is such a pity we did not meet under better circumstances. I suspect we could have had much fun together, you and I."
"I knew it. You totally have a crush on me."
Loki smirked. “You’re one to talk.”
Tony really shouldn’t have been surprised. Loki was incredibly perceptive. Of course he knew.
"Do I get a goodbye kiss?" Loki whispered.
The finality of those words hit Tony with a rush of sadness. He steeled his expression, trying desperately not to let his emotions show through, but knowing he was failing terribly. Without saying a word, he leant down and pressed his lips softly against Loki’s. Upon doing so, there was a strange, tingling feeling running through his body, but the urge to keep kissing him won out and he ignored it. It was only when Loki’s hand dropped and the kiss was no longer being returned that Tony jumped back with a gasp. The god was staring lifelessly off into the distance. He was dead.
Unbeknownst to Tony, Loki transferred his essence/soul to Tony before he died. The villain who had attacked was just an illusion of Loki’s own creation. The god set the whole thing up. He now resides in Tony’s body. He has done this in order to escape Thanos, who is searching for him to make him pay for his failure to deliver the Tesseract.
Tony starts dreaming of Loki all the time. He accidentally uses magic a couple of times, but has no idea how to control it. He’s having blackouts now and then and when he wakes up he realises he’s done things he really doesn’t remember doing. Like stealing Loki’s corpse and storing it a big freezer in his workshop. And stealing a Golden Apple from Thor and eating it.