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mischiefandflyte:

iamthefirechild:

Summer lets out a long, slow breath, watching the two of them. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t the outright lie he’d spoken before. “Okay.” She nods, locking her fingers together. “Then I’m good. Whatever happens, then, between me and Loki, it’s good.” A smile crooks her lips as Tony kisses Loki, and then she hops up, grinning outright, and tries to worm her way in between them. “Share,” she demands.

Loki chuckles, pulling away from Tony and looking down at the redhead. “Very well.” He pulls her between the two men, cups her face in one long-fingered hand, and kisses her deeply, not at all chaste. When he finally lets her go, his cheeks are flushed. “Does that content you?”

Tony’s eyebrows raise slightly at the, er…sharing, and afterward he glances between them once more.  He slides his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels, before finally chiming in, “Does it count if it contents me?”

Summer tips her head back to look up at Tony upsidedown, breathing hard. “Only if at some point I get to be in a Tony and Loki sandwich. Properly.” She looks back at Loki. “That … goes a long way toward contentment, yes.”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

Summer hesitated a long time before answering. “It started to feel like I was lying to him. Like … if we didn’t know each other, it was false. I’m not saying this right.” She looked down into her hands, desperately trying to find the right words. “Did you know, he didn’t know I was the other person until after he’d threatened to kill himself and run away from me? When I first started talking to him, he didn’t even know it was me, and he still — he,” she shook her head, “wanted to ignore my very existence. And I can’t — I couldn’t — I’m not made that way. To pretend everything is alright. I wanted — I was selfish, I thought I could win him over and we could be a real trio.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he mumbled, words somewhat muffled against his hand.  “By that point, he at least knew about you,” how he hadn’t at least run into her before that, Tony still wasn’t sure, but he could ponder on that later, “so I don’t get why you didn’t just wait until I said he was ready.”  Some part of him was still convinced, had she just waited longer, had he said something different, said something more, it would have turned out alright.  Maybe not ideal, not perfect, but…better.  Better than the mess it had devolved into in the end.

“I felt like a liar. I don’t know how else to put it. I felt like — I couldn’t come around the workshop or you, if he was there.” She wrung her fingers together. “Tony, the fact that he wouldn’t acknowledge me made me feel as though I was supposed to be a secret. From him!” She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “Have you seen — I’m sure Jarvis has a recording of what happened. Tony, Dummy was never going to be ready. The way he spoke, when he didn’t have any idea at all that I was his … ‘competition’. He didn’t want it to work. And I,” she sighed, “was impatient. I felt left out and unwanted and like I was enabling you to cheat on him.”

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

mischiefandflyte:

Loki freezes, taken aback. He can’t exactly pale, but his eyes are even more stark against his skin, boring into Summer’s face. How can she know? He isn’t yet ready for Tony to know; how much this sanctuary has come to mean; why he came here first; the unexpected solace he’s found in their admittedly-brief encounters. Any of it.

Her expression makes him think that this is a pivot point — if he cannot be honest, he will have to walk away. Tony’s is no better, wary and closed. He draws away from Summer, coming to his feet. Unconsciously, his arms wrap around himself. “I care for you,” he manages, eyes closing against rejection.

Tony pauses, gradually loosening up again, caution unwinding.  He supposes he could chalk it up to the God of Lies being convincing, but this is also the same god whose shoulder he metaphorically cried on after Dummy’s departure, and who told him about Thanos in return.  So he finds himself more than willing to believe the statement, though he’s pretty sure it’s an understatement at the moment.

He slides Summer a glance, gauging whether or not she accepts the answer, and then takes Loki’s chin to guide him down the few inches.  The kiss is brief, and more or less chaste, but he figures it’s answer enough.  He’s never been great at actually saying how he feels; even with Summer it had just sort of…slipped out.  Still, his tone is mildly amused as he says, “Well, that’s good.”

Summer lets out a long, slow breath, watching the two of them. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t the outright lie he’d spoken before. “Okay.” She nods, locking her fingers together. “Then I’m good. Whatever happens, then, between me and Loki, it’s good.” A smile crooks her lips as Tony kisses Loki, and then she hops up, grinning outright, and tries to worm her way in between them. “Share,” she demands.

[IF THEY HAD A KID] you and Robert(ironholmesjr)

Awwwww. XD. First they have to sleep together!

  • Name: Mirari Downey
  • Gender: female
  • General Appearance: dark eyed, dark haired, fairly tall. Takes after her father almost entirely in appearance. 
  • Personality: Very logical, analytical — mathematically oriented. “Smile, nod, then do whatever the fuck you were going to do anyway” — she really does have this kind of personality. Unlike her mother, she’s not very emotional — it’s not that she holds it inside so much as she mostly just doesn’t seem to feel strongly about things. Very observant, very swift to conclusions, and in fact a little confused by the way her parents both spend a lot of time in ‘dream’worlds. Fantasy isn’t a big thing to her.
  • Special Talents: She’s basically a math genius.
  • Who they like better: probably Robert.
  • Who they take after more: Robert.
  • Personal Head canon: She follows her parents into the arts, but always behind the scenes — money management and the math of arts is where she excels.