Deciated Drabbler (100-400 Words) Prize

 “Lolo...”

“Don't dare, Lolo me, Anthony Stark.” The jotun prince drew himself up to his full height, his eyes narrowed at the mortal in determination. “You are not so very nearly charming as all that! You merely think you are.”

“Oh I know. I mean I'm sort of charming in the way that people don't expect me to be charming. I'm like a puppy chasing it's own tail.” Tony's smile was infectious as he offered it to Loki by way of an apology for his behavior. When the deadpan expression remained unwavering, Tony switched tactics. “It was one date. One. Not even a big one...”

“Every occasion to be graced by my presence should be deal with as a privilege.” Loki insisted with haughty confidence. “By you especially. And this is not merely one date you have overlooked! It is the third! In as many months, no less.”

“What can I say? I'm an Avenger, I get busy. Shit happens. Sometimes I have to pick between time with you and saving the world.”

“And I am forever mortified that you choose saving the world.” Loki preened, his pretty green eyes full of indignation at the very idea that someone might find heroism more exciting than his company. “Is there nothing I do that you find more enjoyable?”

“I find everything you do enjoyable. Especially when you're being a spoiled little shit.” Tony smiled and winked, wrapping one hand back and goosing the god beneath his leathers. Loki pretended to be indignant, but Tony never failed to catch the pretty blush across the bridge of his nose. “So how about this? Instead of getting into a fight with me about things I can't control, I go upstairs, grab a shower, order Thai food from that place you like, the one with the organic peanut sauce, and then we go snuggle in the bed and watch horror movies all night? Huh? Good Idea? Better idea? Shitty idea? Come on give me a gradient 1-10.”

Loki covered his face in his hands, shaking it profusely before looking up at him. “I had high hopes for a lovely evening out. I had selected a fine outfit. I wanted to go somewhere that the wine is more expense than most of the rent people pay here.”
 
“True but it's harder to suck your dick under the tables in a public restaurant. “Not impossible, mind you. Just harder.”

Loki could not hide the snort as he shook his head. “You are utterly hopeless, Anthony.” He kissed the man's brow. “Alright. But I demand extra peanut sauce this time.”

“Of course, sweetie.” Tony winked. “Meet you in the bedroom.”