don't wanna perish like a fading horse (слэш)

Tony catches the second Loki’s gaze softens, catches the second he realizes how old Tony’s become, how different Tony looks now. And Tony knows that, too. His brown hair had faded into a light grey over the years, laugh lines that enhanced even further with age along with newly formed wrinkles, and his tanned skin that had stretched so smoothly across his face was now on the verge of sagging. He no more stood with the poise of a sarcastic genius, his lips no more held the permanent smirk that had people falling all over him, and his eyes were no more bright with joy.
“Anthony,” Loki says, after what felt like ages of them just looking at each other. “You-“
“Aged? Yeah. Like fine wine.”