Frostiron + kiss in the rain - because this fandom needs love. Pretty please?

The rainstorm was one of the worst that New York had seen in ages. Tony sat on the observation deck of the tower, shielded from the rain by an awning. He had needed a few moments to himself, in a lull between the rains. Then they had started again and here he was, trapped on top of a tower with only a tarp protecting him from the elements.

Life had become so difficult lately. After Thanos, everything just seemed so dull. Even the victories that they’d had, the return of a semi-normal life on earth, seemed hollow.

“It’s been a wild ride, hasn’t it?”

Tony jolted out of his thoughts. He turned and saw Loki standing there, a smirk on his face.

“You can say that again,” Tony murmured. Yep, the only one crazy enough to be on his roof in the middle of a rainstorm was Loki. “And I didn’t even die…”

“Rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated.”

“You know those weren’t his exact words…”

“Whose?”

“Nevermind,” Tony laughed. “What are you doing up here?”

“I followed you.”

“Never not creepy, just so you know,” Tony replied instantly, leaning back. “I came up here before it started pouring again. Got caught in this.”

“It’s a nice night,” he said. “I noticed that your kind isn’t exactly fond of the rain. I enjoy it.”

“It’s quiet, kind of peaceful.”

“It is,” Loki agreed. He then glanced from the downpour to Tony. “You’re not doing so well, are you?”

“I’m…okay,” he said, finding that no words could really express his level of frustration. Everything was fine again, and they were breathing. Those he loved were back in his grasp again, but at the same time things felt increasingly hollow. “Or, I suppose as okay as I can be. How about you?”

“Alive.”

Then, Loki surprised him. He was pretty sure he was one of the only beings in the galaxy that could anymore. The god stepped forward, grasped Tony by the face and pulled him into a kiss. The kiss was intense, but surprisingly gentle. Loki  brushed ah and over his cheek and smiled against his lips.

“Why did you do that?” Tony asked with a gasp.

Loki shrugged, a gentle gesture. It was kind of sweet, something that made Tony laugh.

“Wanted to.”