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"Roses or lillies?"
"Lillies."
"Black or tan chairs?"
"Black."
"White dress?"
"Shut up, Tony."
Tony smiled and poked Loki's nose. "Okay, okay, I'm just joking. But really, are you getting on the whole white veil and pretty shoes?"
"Shut up, Tony!" Loki laughed, jumping onto Tony's lap and pushing him back onto the bed, throwing light slaps across Tony's laughing face. Life had been incredibly, undeniably better since what happened that night, what seemed like forever ago. Loki still remembers it perfectly, the exact feeling when Tony slid that beautiful ring onto his finger. Life had been busy lately, though. Tony'd been spending most days in Loki's bedroom with him, working on college papers. Except that more often than not, Tony's lips would find things more convincing to do than give Loki advice on how to write out his papers.
"Ow, ow, Loki, stop," Tony laughed, his eyes were bubbling with laughter tears and his cheeks were blooming red after the teasing assault. Tony grabbed Loki's wrist as he was about to strike and kissed his knuckles. "Okay, you're not wearing a dress."
"It's not the fact that you're accusing me of wearing a dress, it's the fact that I'm the woman in this situation," Loki said, rolling off of Tony and onto his back next to him.
"Well, you are much more feminine than I am," Tony said, turning onto his side and dancing his fingers along the bottom of Loki's shirt where a small piece of skin was showing.
"Tony, you've seen me naked multiple times, and I'm the more feminine?" Loki laughed, shivering as Tony's fingers traced figure eights across his skin.
"Well, you're slimmer, taller, got nice legs. . ." Tony trailed off, dipping his hand down to trace the inside of Loki's thigh.
"Come on, Tony, we have to get this done. School starts in like three weeks. I'm not going to have my papers not turned in on time so I can't go to college," Loki said, grabbing Tony's hand and pushing it back to its owners hip.
"Fine, fine," Tony said, sitting up and returning to the papers that lay scattered by their feet. "Just make it be you. Administrators are going to love you, all you have to do is show your true colors."
"Don't tell me that," Loki scolded.
"Lokiiii," Tony whined. "Stop acting like you're not as perfect as you are. You have the lowest self esteem ever."
Loki snorted. "I'm aware."
Tony didn't press it anymore, knew better to, and just focused in on helping Loki with his papers. About two hours later, they finished and Loki sighed exasperatedly and fell back against the bed.
"Thank god, that was probably more paperwork than I'm going to have to fill out all through my college career," Loki said, throwing his arms up into the air as if praising.
Tony laughed and sorted out the papers before putting them on the desk and laying down next to his fiance. "I wouldn't count on that."
"I was in the moment," Loki said.
"Oh, okay," Tony chuckled. "So why lillies and not roses?"
"Roses are overrated."
"I suppose. But they're beautiful."
"Lillies are unique and different. No one expects to walk into a chapel and see lillies."
"I've been to weddings where lillies were the flower of choice."
"You haven't been to a wedding your entire life, Tony."
"I know."
"Shut up, Tony."
Loki just burst out laughing, his throat becoming hoarse and tired. Tony rolled over to suspend himself above the slimmer, leaning down to kiss him carefully on the lips. "You're going to come live with me right?"
"Yes, if I can get in with you, anyway," Loki said, carding his hands through Tony's soft hair. Recently switched to Loki's shampoo.
"No more Steve," Tony said with a nod.
"No more Steve," Loki agreed.
They hadn't heard from Steve for months. Tony's guessing he went back to his parents place, or Alaska. Loki said Alaska and hoped for a polar bear. Tony had laughed but Loki knew it didn't reach all the way to his eyes.
"Why black chairs not tan?"
"Tony why are you asking me this?"
"Just answer the question."
"Because why would I ever want tan chairs?"
"Tan's. . .Expressive?"
"Bullshit, Tony. Tan is one of the dullest colors in all the color wheel. And I'd know, I took art for three years in high school."
"But black is so black."
"That's the point."
"What if I want tan?"
Loki narrowed his eyes mischieviously at Tony and pulled his head down to lay their lips gently against each others. "I want black, though. And I am the woman."
"Knew that was going to come back and bite me," Tony said, kissing Loki softly and chastely for a few minutes. Tony lowered himself down flush with Loki and moved his lips to his ear, licking softly at the shell.
"What about April sixteenth?" Loki said suddenly, pausing Tony's lips.
"For the wedding?"
"Yeah, why not? That's the perfect time of year, it's so rainy," Loki said with a smile. "And you know how much I love rainy days."
Tony cackled. "You only love rainy days because you can force me to read you Shakespeare naked with the rain against the window."
"Your point?"
Tony hesitated. "Yeah I guess I wasn't going anywhere with that."
Loki laughed again and couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the night. Loki just wished that it had always been like this, and it hadn't included all of the stress and pain and hurt and loss, if it had just been this perfect picture of happiness after Tony and Loki had been stated as a couple. But Loki knows that if they hadn't gone through all that hell, then they'd never be in this heaven.