Loki woke up later than expected, throwing an arm out on the empty space of the bed next to him, for some reason expecting Tony to be there. He'd dreamt about the man all night, but it was just the same image over and over and over again. They were sitting on a park bench, a vanilla ice cream cone in Lokis hand and a mint chocolate chip one in Tonys, just smiling at each other. It was strange, sureal, and most of all heavenly to be so at ease.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand and looked over at the alarm clock reading nine fifteen and fourty seven seconds. Too early to call? He thinks not.
Blindly throwing his hand out onto the bedside table, he runs his fingers over the cold wood, scanning for his cell phone. Finally his fingers knock into something heavy feeling and he lifts up his phone, dialing in Tony's number which he didn't already memorize. Nope, definitely not. Three rings later he hears a groggy voice on the other line.
"Hello?" The voice answered and it sounded more like a sixty year old Tony than a sixteen year old Tony.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you," Loki said quietly, closing his eyes at his ignorance.
"Loki!" Tonys voice raised about three volumes and Loki had to push the volume button on his phone so he wouldn't loose his hearing. "No, no, it's okay! It's good to talk to you early in the morning."
Loki smiled at that. "It's good to talk to you too, Tony."
"So what is up?" Tony asked, his voice starting to come back down to a reasonable volume.
"I was just wondering if you were doing anything today or if you'd want to hang out," Loki said and waited a millisecond for the response.
"Yes! Yes, I would love to do that! I'll come and pick you up okay?" Tony said, his words coming out in a rush.
"No, I'll come and walk over to your place in about an hour, just let me freshen up. I've got some plans," Loki smiled and hoped it translated into his words.
Tony hesitated but then replied. "Alright, see you in a bit."