Keep Calm: We're The Laufeyson-Stark Clan

It had been a long day. Between press conferences and Pepper's nagging, Tony had hardly had time to breathe, and that was something he needed to be able to do, especially with what he had planned for that evening. He was nervous – which again was not a good thing, but he supposed it couldn't be helped. It wasn't everyday a normal man proposed to an ageless god. Again he felt nervous, loosening the hated tie that felt like it was slowly trying to suffocate him. He didn't even really know where Loki was, although he assumed at home. Loki rarely left the house at this time of year, unless Thor came to drag him out, or Tony managed to coax him to get some fresh air. It was the same time of year that he'd been possessed by his old keeper, and going outside reminded him, then especially, of all the lives he'd destroyed. That was enough to keep most people in bed, but Loki was doing better. At least Tony liked to think so. He seemed happier, freer, and smiled far more often, and told Tony he loved him without the sadness that had used to accompany the words. He pulled the ring box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a simple and slim band of platinum set with three green stones. He'd picked something simple because he knew it would be Loki's preference, but it wasn't the ring itself he was worried about. He was worried about the answer he'd receive.

Loki had never spoken of marriage, or whether it was a tradition where he came from. He didn't even know if it was accepted. Or wanted. Of course he knew that Loki was aware it was a human custom, but that didn't reassure him of an answer.

Would he say no because it wasn't a custom he recognized? Or yes just because he knew it would mean something to Tony? Neither were what he wanted. When he asked, and he was going to ask, he wanted Loki to say yes because it was what he wanted too. But if Loki did indeed say yes, would Tony be able to tell the difference between a yes for himself or a yes for Tony? With a sign of disgust for his own insecurity, he closed the box and shoved it back in his pocket, riding the elevator up. Now he pulled the tie completely off, shoving it into his pocket, mumbling irritably at the uselessness of such things. He stepped out of the elevator to find Loki exactly where he'd hoped he would be, lounging on the couch, a book in hand. He looked up as Tony came in, giving him a smile before returning to his book.

“What are you reading?” Tony asked, and then waited a beat for Loki to pause in reading and look up again.

“What you would consider a 'classic'.” Loki replied, and Tony resisted grinning. Loki read a lot of classic novels; from love stories to war stories, he read everything and anything from the more classical era of human civilization. The nerves came back as he found himself standing in the living room, feeling unsure of what to do next for what felt like the first time in his life.

“Do you want to go out for dinner?” he asked, trying to delay the inevitable moment of popping the question, and this time Loki set down his book, looking up at Tony curiously.

“Is something the matter?” he asked, and Tony just scowled at him.

“What makes you think something's wrong?”

“You're fidgeting and refuse to sit down, as well as the fact that you scowled at me when I asked.” he smiled as he stood, moving towards Tony and then past him, stopping only to pull Tony closer to place the briefest of kisses on his cheek. “Cheer up. We can go to dinner if you'd like.”

“I only want to go if you want to, too.” Tony complained, and wondered where this neediness was coming from. He followed Loki into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching as Loki searched for clothes to wear to dinner.

“And I'm happy as long as I'm with you.” Loki said with another smile, pulling his t-shirt over his head and then holding up two dress shirts for inspection. He chose the white shirt, shrugging it on before reaching for a vest, buttoning it over top. He turned to get Tony's approval only to see Tony laying flat on his back glaring up at the ceiling. Loki stared at him in confusion, knowing he had two options; one to soothe, and one to demand an answer, and decided upon a third option, wandering over to lay down next to him and stare up at the ceiling as well.

“I've got a problem.” Tony finally admitted, and Loki smiled, remaining silent as he waited for Tony to continue. “There's something I want, but I don't know if it's something I can have.”

“When has that ever stopped you from trying before?” Loki asked curiously, and Tony shook his head, still staring at the ceiling.

“This is more important. The most important.”

Uneasiness passed over Loki. There was no more important thing than matters of the heart, but Tony had never really been afraid of voicing his feelings before. Was Tony considering leaving him? He shook the feeling off. Tony wasn't one to pretend either, and if he were going to leave it would have been much more apparent. Wouldn't it?

“If it's that important to you, nothing should stop you. You should never be afraid to try if it's something you want this desperately.” he said, despite of his growing fear that Tony was considering leaving him. He didn't know what he would do, but he wanted Tony to be happy, after all he'd done for Loki, after having saved him from his very self, he wanted only for Tony's happiness. And though it would destroy him to be without Tony, he'd be willing if it were best for Tony.

Tony got up then and Loki sat up as well, following Tony's movements. Tony stood in front of him, his back facing Loki, arms up in front of him.

“I am afraid.” he admitted, and Loki blinked in surprise.

“Of what?”

“Your answer.”

Loki's heart dropped and he closed his eyes. This was what he'd feared. Tony was going to leave him and was afraid of his reaction.

Tony turned to see Loki sitting with his eyes closed, a pained expression on his face.

“I would never do anything to purposefully hurt you, Tony.” Loki said softly, and now it was Tony's turn to be surprised. What was Loki talking about. He stared at Loki in confusion, taking in the hands clenched in fists on his knees, the way his face was turned away, the unhappy expression, and realized what it was Loki was thinking. He almost could've laughed, and with that he was no longer afraid. Deciding to do it the traditional way, he dropped to one knee in front of Loki, opening the box to reveal the simple ring.

“Loki, will you marry me?”

Loki opened his eyes, the surprise apparent, followed immediately by jubilation.

“You – you wish to marry me?” he asked in surprise, though the thrill was obvious in his voice.

“Yup. That's exactly what I want. Just you and me. Forever. So what do you say?”

Loki practically tackled him, the box flying out of Tony's hand and landing safely on the bed while Loki landed on Tony, kissing him senseless.

“I'll take that as a yes.” Tony decided, grinning up at Loki foolishly, who mirrored the expression.

“You'd be an idiot to think I would say anything else.” Loki informed him, and Tony's grin just widened.

The last chapter for this story arc will be posted at 7:30 tonight (which is 4 and a half hours from now for those not in the same time zone) and it's chapter 30, the proposal. Hope you all enjoy it! 

Another story arc is in the works, but it is only a skeleton at this point so won't be ready for quite some time. 

 The sun on his face woke him up, and Tony pulled the pillow next to him over his face with a groan.

“Loki, why did you open the curtain,” he groaned, but when he got no response he tossed the pillow away to glance around. Loki wasn't in the room, and the curtain was open, but the window wasn't showing, and it wasn't the sun shining through. The window had turned into some sort of mirror. No longer tired, Tony climbed out of bed, yanking on jeans before heading towards where his window had been. He stepped up to the surface so he was only an inch away. It appeared like a mirror, but his reflection was distorted. He moved as if to lean against it, to try and see if he could hear what was on the other side, but instead of a solid surface, he fell through. With a shout of surprise, Tony found himself face-first on a smooth surface, something sharp-sounding whirring over his head. He looked up to see something else coming at him, and rolled to the side just in time to see it was blade the size of a car. He got to his feet as fast as he could, searching for some sign of where he was, only to see a blur of motion in the middle of the room, destroying everything that came at it. Another shape shot towards him and he dropped to his hands and knees, only to look up and see the blur pause, and see Loki staring at him in surprise. Another blur came towards him and he tried to move out of the way, but before he had to worry Loki was there, batting aside the thing that had come towards him, offering his hand. Tony took it and let Loki help him up, before Loki pushed him back through the strange doorway. Tony dropped back down on the bed, watching in wary amazement as Loki waved a hand over the mirror and it turned back into a window. Then he moved over to Tony, clearly worried.

“Are you alright?” he had already begun checking Tony for injuries, but Tony shook him off.

“I'm fine. What is that place?”

When he was sure the other was alright, Loki gave a sheepish smile.

“Training room.”

With a curious frown, Tony wandered back to the window, knocking on the glass. It made the sound glass should when it's knocked on.

“What -” He turned back to see Loki pulling off the top half of his training gear, pausing in his speech at the sight of his partners' now bare torso covered with a thin gleam of sweat and had to clear his throat to continue speaking. “What is that place? I mean – where is it?”

“It's here. Or at least. More or less here. It's sort of a separate space within a space. Like a pocket.” as he spoke he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his boots, and then sliding out of his pants, tossing it all over a chair beside the bathroom door. “It's technically a real place. But it's a bit complicated to explain the difference between the time and space of that place. It's just sort of a thing.” he laughs and wanders naked into the bathroom where Tony can hear the shower turn on. Both amused and surprised, he wandered towards the open bathroom door, seeing the blur of Loki behind the frosted glass.

“That's all you can tell me? It's a thing outside of a thing?”

Loki laughed and Tony had to force himself not to jump him in the shower, crossing his arms across his chest instead.

“No, it's a place. Outside of current time and space. It's on earth, but it's separate because it hasn't happened yet, but will happen. Does that make sense?”

Tony shrugged though he knew Loki couldn't see him.

“It isn't that much of a stretch to understand.”

“Oh good. I wasn't really sure how else to explain it.”

This time Tony laughed, watching as the shower turned off and Loki reached out and grabbed a towel, pulling it into the shower before stepping out with it slung around his hips.

“What is it?”

“You. With you're magic. It defies everything I believe and yet you prove that it's all possible time and time again.”

With a surprisingly relaxed smile that Tony was growing more and more accustomed to seeing, Loki came over to where Tony stood in the doorway, surprising him with a quick but passionate kiss before he stepped past him and walked towards the closest. Now doubly shocked, Tony stood frozen for a minute before following after Loki, turning to see him right as he did up his pants. He was rubbing a towel over his hair as he stared at the row of shirts, clearly trying to decide which one to wear, but Tony stepped in the way, grabbing him for another kiss. The towel fell to the ground as Loki's arms moved to band around Tony's waist, but then just as suddenly as before, Tony was standing on his own and Loki was walking out of the big closet, sliding a shirt on, towel in hand, tossing a grin over his shoulder.

“Where are you in such a hurry to be?” Tony asked, feeling almost put out by Loki's evasive yet overt physical behaviour.

“I have an appointment.”

“Where?” this time the question was exasperated as Tony stormed after him as he headed for the front door. Loki turned and stepped into another kiss, distracting Tony just long enough to be able to run out the door.

“You'll see. I'll be back soon!”

With that, the door closed behind him and Tony was left alone in the room, scowling at the door. He stormed back to the room, scooping up his phone and dialling Loki's number.

“Hello love,” he answered on the first ring, voice filled with amusement.

“What are you up to?” Tony demanded, and Loki laughed.

“Mischief of course. What else?”

Tony groaned, which only had Loki laughing again, the sound drawing a reluctant smile onto Tony's face.

“Seriously though – what are you doing?”

“If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it, love?”

Tony grimaced. “I hate surprises.”

“I know, but I quite enjoy them. Allow me this?”

Unable to say no, Tony made a face at the phone.

“I should be able to accuse you of playing dirty.” Tony mumbled, and he could practically hear Loki's smile.

“But you can't. I'll be home soon, I promise. I just need to pick some things up. Relax. It's not like I plan on doing anything dangerous.”

there was a sound of a minor explosion that had Tony jumping to his feet.

“What the hell was that?”

“Nothing to worry about. Sounds worse than it is. Relax, everything is fine.”

“Everything is not fine! There was an explosion.” now he was pacing the floor, phone pressed to his ear. “What is going on over there?”

Loki gave an over dramatic sigh. “Really Tony, you'd think from your reaction I'd stepped into a war zone. You heard a television, I'm in a store. It was playing. Can you trust me not to get myself into anything I can't handle?”

Tony drew a hand over his face. “I'm going to regret this.”

Again Loki laughed. “Probably. Clean yourself up, see you soon.”

Loki hung up and Tony glared at the phone, wondering what on earth Loki could possibly be planning. Muttering under his breath, he went to grab a shower, deciding to do as Loki had said since really he would just be pacing otherwise.

Once he'd showered and dressed, Tony headed out of the bedroom, surprised to see Loki back already.

“I didn't hear you come in.” he said, and Loki shrugged.

“I'm fairly quiet when i want to be.” he seemed to be arranging something, but Tony couldn't see around Loki to see what it was.

“What've you got?”

“A surprise.”

Tony scowled at Loki's back. “I really don't like surprises.”

Loki turned towards him, a gentle smile on his features, walking towards him but staying in the way of whatever he was hiding.

“I'm not doing anything dangerous. I swear.” he gave a sheepish grin. “Well not to dangerous anyways.”

Now more curious than ever, he struggled to see past Loki. When he couldn't get past him, he gave his partner a quick look over, as if judging if he could fight past him. Loki just grinned.

“Don't make me lock you in the bedroom.”

Tony cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

Loki only rolled his eyes. “I'm nearly done. Come back in five minutes.”

Tony wanted to object, but Loki seemed to thrilled, and it was such a relief that he didn't want to take that away.

“Alright, alright, I'm going. But five minutes only.”

Loki gave him another quick kiss before hurrying back to what he'd been doing.

Five minutes later, when Tony came back in, Loki was waiting for him, a grin on his face, his hands folded in front of him, but something making quiet whirring sounds behind him. Loki made a quick shushing sound and it quieted down and Tony approached curiously.

“I've been working on it for a few days now, but today I added the final touches.” he didn't move, but stepped forward to meet Tony before he could get to the table. “Close your eyes.”

Tony made a face but Loki just gave him a look and Tony folded, closing his eyes.

“Activate.”

Tony frowned at the word and then at the mini humming noise that started again. It grew closer until it seemed to pause, right in front of him.

“Alright, open your eyes.”

Tony opened his eyes to see a miniature iron man, flying right in front of him. It was about 6 inches tall but looked like an exact replica.

“Is that -”

“An updated version of what you would call an action figure.”

A grin split Tony's face.

“What can it do?”

“Well, it'll react to your voice command, so really, whatever you want.”

Tony's grin widened impossibly.

“Sweet.” he turned his attention to the figurine of himself. “Land.” he watched as the tiny figure lowered itself to the nearest surface, which happened to be the hand he'd put out. “Fire.” Two little hands came up and fired what seemed to be little blasts of air. “Fly.” the little figurine shot into the air, hovering at eye level.

“It can follow more complex directions than that, for future reference, and can be made to shoot actual energy, but I thought it safer to make the automatic fire power be something harmless.”

“Ten laps around the room.” Tony commanded, and watched the mini-him wiz off. “That is... really cool technology. And I didn't even make it.”

Loki smiled at that, inclining his head.

“Glad you like it. Thought he would make good company in the lab since he's just as sassy as you, and would probably understand many more of your jokes.”

Tony just laughed, watching as it whirled around the room, coming back to hover in front of them.

“Any more orders, hotshot?” a little, Tony-like voice squeaked, and Tony barked out a laugh.

“Watch it, unless you want to be de-programmed.” Tony joked, before turning his attention back to Loki. “I love it. But what's the occasion?”

Loki just smiled again. “Look at the calendar. You'll figure it out.”

With that he moved towards the kitchen, and Tony realized something was cooking.

“What day is it today?”

“Did you lose some braincells or something? It's your birthday! Maybe I should de-program you.” the figurine sassed, and Tony made a face at the mini-ironman before looking at the kitchen doorway. He'd completely forgotten it was his birthday, with everything going on with Loki, and was strangely touched that Loki had remembered. For the past two years it had been constant work to get Loki comfortable being back. After everything that had happened, Loki had been so self-hating that convincing him it was okay to be happy had been a chore all on its own. Even still Tony had to wake him up on certain nights when he still had nightmares about one city or another he'd attacked nearly two years before. And the others still didn't trust him, which didn't bother Loki, but it bothered Tony.

“Cake won't be ready for another hour,” Loki said, coming back out, drying his hands on a dish towel. “I assumed you'd want dessert first.” he said with a smile, and Tony felt dazzled and wondered briefly if it was all some weird dream.

“Everything alright?” Loki asked, worry appearing, and proving it wasn't a dream as Loki put a careful hand on his arm. Tony just stared, not really understanding how he'd forgotten the date, or how the day had turned out so far, but he was glad for it.

So far, this was the best birthday he'd ever had.

 “No!” the scream came from Loki and he dropped back to the ground, hands clutching at his head. There was a crash of thunder and Tony saw Thor a dozen meters away, but before he could come closer, he was thrown back, as was Tony, both forced away from Loki. Loki was on his knees, image shifting so quickly and so violently it hurt Tony to look at, and he reached for the case of his suit, wanting to pull it on and get into the invisible barrier, not leave Loki to face this alone. The suit pulled on and he surged forward, against the warning cry Thor gave, and Loki's gaze snapped up as Tony pushed through the barrier.

“You.” he hissed, green eyes bright with anger. “You knew.”

“And you were to stupid to realize how hard he'd fight.”

“You manipulated your lover to save your life. How very human of you.”

“I manipulated him to save himself.” Tony corrected.

“And if I kill him instead?”

Tony fought down the panic as he watched Loki dig his hand into his own chest, as if reaching to rip his own heart out.

“You like toying with him to much to do that.” Tony said nonchalantly. “If you kill him now, your boss will be mad, and you'll be short a chew toy.” Loki glared and moved as if to attack, but before he could he was hit by another fit of pain. Loki's image began to switch so quickly that the two were overlapping, conflicting and contradicting each other as they fought to dominate.

“Come on Loki. I'll be really ticked off if I have to start doing christmas on my own again.” Tony scolded, and the image stopped flickering as if he'd hit a switch.

“You made a useless, corrupt human holiday into the most memorable winter of my entire existence.” his voice was soft and panting as if from exertion, but definitely his Loki.

“Come back to me so we can do it again.” there was a bang as Thor tried to break through the field of energy surrounding them but failed, and the two of them completely ignored it.

“I can't.”

“Yes you can. You have to. Or let go. I'll fight him.”

“No.” This time there was no hesitation, no possibilities for change. It was a defiant statement. And that's when all hell broke loose.

It was as if sheets of energy flew away from Loki, knocking him back, as well as Thor even farther back, and sending the approaching vehicle with the other team members spiralling.

“Loki!” Tony shouted, but the only response was another keening wail.

“He's fighting it.” Thor said incredulously, appearing by his side, and Tony shot him a glare.

“Course he is.” he punched his shoulder, “Shame for thinking he wouldn't.” Thor's expression was stormy for a moment as if he was considering hitting back before he turned his attention back to Loki.

“The others have not changed their mind.” they braced themselves against the next onslaught of magic, holding their ground. “They still think the best way to stop him would be to take his life.”

“I won't let them.”

“Nor will I. I didn't think Loki capable of winning this battle in his mind. He has so many insecurities for the creature to eat at and use as weapons. It is harder to fight when your enemy has ready access to all your weaknesses – all your points of self hatred.”

Tony didn't respond, just watched as Loki tried to stand and then fell again, hardly able to tell who was in control. A twister was beginning to form around Loki, and the destruction it was bound to reap on Paris was not a pleasant thought. Less worrying however than if Loki lost.

“Can you get me in?” Tony asked suddenly, and Thor frowned.

“In?” then realization dawned. “You wish to help him. You want to join the battle in his mind.” Tony just nodded and Thor looked back at Loki pensively.

“It's a very intrusive thing, what you're asking. With the creature already there, your presence could tip the balance in either direction equally.”

“I don't care. I have to help him.”

The wind died instantly, and Loki's image stopped flickering, but he was unmoving on the ground.

“I have to help him! I have to help him now!” Tony shouted as he shot forward, fearing the worst.

Loki looked around in the darkness. He'd shut his own body down, turned it off in a sense, and in affect it was as if he'd turned out the lights of his mind. To the outside world it would appear as if he were dead, but he was still here. Waiting.

“Clever,” the creature growled, clearly furious at what he'd done, but blinded by the darkness. “But it won't save you for long godling. I will destroy you. Rip your mind to pieces so small no one will be able to put it back together.”

“I don't care.” There was silence, but Loki could feel the anger seething at his response. “You may do whatever you wish. But you will not escape the confines of my mind. I will not allow you to hurt Tony again, whether it is by using my body or by invading his mind. You may drive me insane, but you'll then be stuck here with my insanity. I will never let you escape.”

Again there was silence, but Loki could feel the creatures fear, and relished in it. He was winning. Tony had given him the strength, and the need to win, and he was not going to disappoint. Well, he might disappoint Tony, but he wouldn't allow any more harm come to him, and that was far more important. He could practically hear Tony's voice as he crept through the darkness, tracking his keeper;

“You idiot. As if I've never been hurt before. Christ my experiments are more dangerous than some of the fights I get into. You need to start learning you don't have to fight alone.”

he smiled at the words. Yes, they were exactly what Tony would say. He would be furious at Loki for taking on the responsibility of protecting him without allowing him in on the fight.

“Damn right I'm furious.”

Loki straightened from his crouch, looking around in sudden confusion. Tony's words were responding to his thoughts? That made no sense. The only way that would be possible would be if -

“I was right here.”

Loki spun and came face to face with Tony, dressed casually and without his suit, looking around curiously.

“Is it always so dark in here?” he asked nonchalantly, though he was so relieved he could sing. He'd thought Loki had died.

“What are you doing here?” Loki hissed, and Tony shrugged.

“You were right. I am furious you were going to fight this battle alone. What the hell do you think I'm here for? To sit back, relax, and enjoy the show? I'm here to help you. I won't let you fight him alone. I'm going to fight with you.”

“Not bloody likely,” Loki said in a low voice, clearly just as angry as Tony, and Tony glared at him.

“Why not? Are you that desperate to fight alone? Or is it me in particular you don't want around?”

Loki blanched. “How could you think that.” it was barely a whisper, and a chill seemed to fill up the large dark space, whispers of wind whipping around them, and Tony realized they were actual whispers.

He believes I don't want him,

Is it because he doesn't want me?

Is he attempting to, as they say, “let me down easy”?

He can't leave me, no he can't

What will I do, I need him.

“Loki,” hearing the others' fears literally whispered in his ear had him stopping and trying again, he moved forward to wrap his arms around the other and didn't loosen his grip until the other had relaxed. “I need you about as much as you need me. Which is why I can't let you fight this alone. I need you back. This has all been fun and good, but I'm tired of it. I'm ready to go home and I'm not going without you with me. You need to protect me? Well I feel the same way. They don't call me a superhero for nothing.” Loki nodded, his arms tight around Tony.

“Alright. But be -” his words were cut off and he suddenly jerked away.

“What is it? Loki! What..?” Tony demanded, and then he saw it, even as Loki grasped it. There was a blade, silver in colour, protruding from his abdomen. All colour seemed to drain from him face as he grasped the blade, and Tony watched in horror as it cut into his hands.

“Sentiment. Such weakness.” the creature crooned, it's face appearing behind Loki's shoulder. It pulled the blade out and Loki fell to the ground, the whole space filling with light the instant Loki hit the floor. Tony just stared in horror, unable to move, staring at Loki just laying on the ground, a pool of blood forming.

“You killed him,” his vision filled with red, and all he could see was the creature. As if he'd been wearing it the whole time, he was in his suit and he shot forward, slamming into the creature and tossing it into a pillar. He didn't even have time to admire the beauty of the castle Loki had created in his mind, instead he used it to the best of his advantage. The creature started to rise but Tony shot it with a booster, sending it flying, and he flew after it, grabbing it and slamming it into the ground, fist coming up to slam into its head. “You. Killed. Him.” he could see nothing but red. Nothing but his bloodlust. His sent energy to the booster, ready to shoot the creature from close range as he had it pinned to the ground, but the creature seemed to gather its senses and pushed him off. Tony still let off the shot, noticing that it clipped the creatures shoulder, landing on his feet where it had tried to toss him.

“You're stronger than last time.” the creature noted, “But not strong enough.” it lunged forward but Tony was ready, dodging to the side and swinging around to shoot the weapon out of the creatures hand.

“You haven't seen anything yet.”

He threw everything he had at the creature. He didn't relent, and the red in his vision didn't fade. He knew he was injured, but he didn't care, because so was the creature. If he was panting, the creature was as well, equally as drained from the fight. And there was a shimmer of disbelief appearing in its eyes, as if it actually believed Tony had a chance. That was all he needed. He pounded it down with everything he had, everything he could think of, everything he could get his hands on. All he could think of was Loki, finally accepting his help, and then dying because Tony had distracted him from the fight. With a shout of anger, he leapt forward again, energy ready, sending the creature reeling, following it with a punch to the face. The creature stumbled back and Tony went in for the kill. But then the creature went still, eyes going blank with horror.

A hole appeared in the creatures chest and then it stumbled to the side, both of them watching in disbelief as Loki appeared, the creatures heart in his hand.

“Sentiment is weakness?” he asked, his voice cold, squeezing the organ in his hand, his whole arm coated in strange blood. “Let us see how you learned such a thing.”

Tony heard the whispered no, but then images surrounded them, images of creatures just like the one before them, images of a family, and of their death.

“I see,” Loki hummed, satisfaction filling his features at the horror appearing on the creatures. “You make so much more sense to me now. See and I thought perhaps you just had no heart. But we see that isn't the case.” he gave the organ another squeeze, and much to Tony's confusion, the creature gave a wail of pain.

“You were dead,” Tony said, and Loki looked up, all cruelty fleeing from his features.

“No, love. Only injured. He didn't hit anything vital. And you, so much more capable than I gave you credit for, gave me time to recover.” there was a hint of amusement on his features now. “You may punch me later for scaring you.” Tony found himself reeling. Which Loki was this? He stood there, a literal heart in his hand, smiling at Tony and offering him retribution for his deception. He didn't know how to react and before he could, Loki was turning back to the creature.

“Perhaps we should truly see what it's like to be without sentiment.” Loki mused, and the creature tried to rasp out a reply, obviously afraid, but Loki's face just split into a grin. Fire appeared in his hand, consuming the heart, and the creature yowled, dropping to its knees, its screams of pain filling the air. When the heart had turned to ash, and Loki had dusted it off his palm, the creature looked up, it's features still contorted in pain.

“You think you've won,” it laughed, “But you haven't come close. You may be dispelling me from your mind, but there is always his.” the creature looked at Tony, and then the cold eyes he'd been looking into were gone. Tony looked at Loki in time to see him discard the head as if it were just a ball, not even staying to watch as the body collapsed, both pieces slowly disintegrating. Tony just stood there and stared, unable to tear his eyes away. Had Loki really just beheaded the creature? Was that even possible to do with your own bare hands?

“Tony,” he noticed suddenly that the lights were dimming again, and he turned to see Loki sitting on the ground, swaying as if he were about to pass out. He was beside him in an instant, and Loki looked up with a serene smile. “Thank you,” he said, and Tony frowned.

“For what?”

“You defeated him. I would've lost if not for you. It appears as if you saved me.”

Tony just grinned.

“Yeah well. I've gotta be good for something.”

Again Loki smiled, but then he looked past Tony with a tired expression.

“You should go back. The others think we may both be dead. Though they're only worried about you. After all, I am the evil one.” he closed his eyes and the lights nearly went out.

“What's going on?” Tony demanded, and Loki gave a faint smile though his eyes were closed.

“I need to rest. Go back. Tell them the story. Let them do whatever they see fit.”

“They'll still want to hurt you, or imprison you.” Tony said angrily,

“And they have a right to do so.”

“What? No. You – just no.” Tony spluttered, and again Loki smiled.

“Go on. I need rest. I'll leave the dealings up to you.”

Tony suddenly realized how much shit he was going to have to take and scowled at the other, but there was a smile behind it.

“Coward.”

Loki opened his eyes just to grin at him.

 They wanted to kill Loki. Tony wanted to be angry, but all he could feel was numb. Romanov and her other half the pigeon Agent Barton were both for taking Loki down as quickly and easily as possible. America's favourite, the dear old Captain Rogers, had agreed with them saying that Loki was dangerous and he'd killed enough people as it was. He'd looked at Tony when he'd said they should kill him, as if daring him to stop them. Doctor Banner a.k.a. The Hulk hadn't wanted a fight – but he never did. He wanted a peaceful resolution, but that was shot down and he'd just shrugged, accepting the plan the others had presented. Thor didn't want to kill Loki and that was at least a slight relief. But with the others leaning on him, he agreed to it as a last resort. Then they'd all looked at Tony; as if he were supposed to agree with this ridiculous plan. Kill Loki? The idea was so painful that his brain automatically rejected it. No, he wouldn't let that happen. He saw the disdain again on the faces of the others and this time it made him angry. They were right, his feelings were affecting his judgement, but that was what made him human. That was what made him so much more dangerous. He loved, and he wasn't about to toss that away because the others were stupid enough to think he'd stand back and let go, let them kill Loki. The numbness was fading and the angry resolve was setting in. He would not let any harm come to Loki. If the others were able to kill him, it would only be because Tony was already dead.

He was flying over water, supposed to meet the rest of their ragtag group in Paris, France, but he was hoping to get there first, lure Loki away before the rest of them got there and could do some real damage.

He landed on the Eiffel Tower, doing a quick scan of the surrounding area, but he didn't have to do much looking. Loki appeared sitting lounging on the other side of the tower as if he was as comfortable there as he would be in a luxurious hotel.

“Paris is lovely this time of year.” Loki remarked in a bored voice, and Tony moved closer, so that he was facing Loki. Loki turned his head to give Tony an equally as bored look, though his green eyes were sharp. “Though I doubt you've ever been just to appreciate the season.” Loki said condescendingly.

“Weather doesn't really do it for me.” Tony said with a shrug, and Loki just gave a mirthless laugh.

“Yes, of that I am very aware.” He stood suddenly, jumping effortlessly across the empty space hundreds of feet up to another support, acting almost careless. It made Tony nervous more for Loki's safety than his own, but he kept his distance. “Why are you here?” Loki asked, suddenly directly in front of Tony, expression menacing.

“Heard you were here. Thought I'd visit.”

“How sentimental.” he hissed, and Tony lifted his mask so he could give his customary smirk.

“Yeah well, it was me or the other clowns.”

Loki lifted a sarcastic brow. “Oh?”

“Yeah, you know. Your brother Thor, Capsicle, and the two wonder twins.” there was a pause as his voice grew less sarcastic and more serious. “They want to kill you.”

Loki laughed, a cold, cruel laugh that had Tony set on edge.

“They wish to kill me?” all amusement fled Loki's expression as he pinned Tony with cruel green eyes. “And is that why you are here? To kill me? Or to catch me so that they can?”

“No.”

“No?” Loki looked almost confused, and then an expression of revelation passed over his features.

“Are you here out of love? To convince me to turn myself in so they won't hurt me?”

“No.”

The frown returned and this time it stayed.

“Then why?”

“I'm not going to let them kill you.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Protect you.” Loki froze, his whole body going completely still, eyes wide and not moving from Tony's face. “They aren't going to be able to get to you unless it's over my dead body. I know this isn't you. I can see it. The Loki I know? He would never do any of this. But this is the torture, isn't it?” Loki remained still, eyes still wide. “You're in his head. He used to call you his keeper. I just think you're a weird, freaky looking alien. You're trying to hurt him by making him hurt other people, but it won't break him. You can't do it. He's to strong. It may take a while, but he'll beat you, and until then I'll keep the others away. But I won't let you destroy him or his life.”

“You don't know what you're talking about.” Loki said haughtily, but Tony saw the concern in his green eyes.

“Don't I?” Tony lounged back against a support, now feeling at ease. “Want to know what tipped me off? Your eyes.”

Loki blinked, clearly not knowing what it was Tony meant.

“Loki's eyes are blue. A beautiful blue. My favourite blue.” he pushed off the side and the anger became visible. “Yours are green. I want the blue back.”

Suddenly he couldn't breathe. Loki had flown forward, grabbing Tony by the throat and lifting him to slam him against the bar they were standing on, hand trying to squeeze the life out of him.

“You know nothing.” he hissed, and Tony just gave a strained smile.

“Then why aren't I dead already?” he wheezed. His breathing was strained, but Loki's grip wasn't growing any tighter. “If you were in complete control then I'd be dead already. I know you're strong. I know Loki's strong. So if you were capable of killing me, why aren't I already dead? He's in there.” Loki's expression was a fierce grimace.

“Fight back.” Without warning Loki tossed him into the air and away from the tower. Tony caught himself with his boosters but Loki was already launching himself towards him. He slammed into him, and the both spiralled, falling through the air at quick speed, Loki with his knee on Tony's chest, hands holding him firmly beneath him. “Fight back you foolish mortal.” the creature said using Loki's voice, and Tony just shook his head.

“No.”

There was a low growl and Loki's fingers curled into the metal of Tony's breastplate. They were approaching the ground quickly, but Tony didn't even react, didn't even try and stop what would end up being a very painful crash. He just stayed still, letting them fall, and Loki growled one last time. Then, as Loki had hoped, his image began to flicker. Tony still didn't move, still didn't react to a thing, knowing they were only feet off the ground. Then before he knew what was happening he was going the opposite direction. This time by himself. He stabled himself with his boosters, looking around for Loki. Then came the bang, and he looked down to see Loki lying on the ground. Tony dropped to the ground, landing beside him just as he began to move.

“Loki?” he asked loudly, and the other just gave a low pained moan. Tony moved closer but still didn't touch him, not quite ready to take that risk. He wouldn't fight back, but he also wouldn't purposely get himself killed.

“You have to go Tony,” Loki said hoarsely, and Tony felt immediate relief, moving forward to help the other up. Loki stiffened at the touch but didn't shrug him off.

“I'm not leaving. They're coming for you and I'm not going to let them get to you.”

“He'll make me kill you.” his voice sounded broken, and Tony moved so he could see Loki's face. His eyes were closed, and he was shaking, but Tony didn't move away.

“No, he won't.”

Loki opened his eyes to give a pained look.

“Yes he will. He's almost succeeded twice already. I could've killed you right now. You have to go. I can't let him have the satisfaction of having me take you're life. Not yours. Anyone's but yours.”

“Don't make me punch you.” Tony mumbled, and Loki blinked.

“What?”

“Don't be so stupid. You'd rather continue on what your doing instead of killing me? I'm one tiny person in this whole giant world. Yeah the world would fall a long way without me I'm kind of important what can I say, but I'm one person. My life is just a spec. It's dangerous, awesome, and bound to be short. I'm Iron Man, and I'm in love with some crazy magical god who goes on occasional rampages when his old jail-keeper pays a visit. I'm not likely to live long at this rate, so what's the big deal?” Suddenly his suit was shedding from his body, leaving him in just regular clothes, folding into a neat little suitcase at his feet. Loki watched in horror as Tony spread his arms wide. “So go ahead. Kill me. But if you're not going to? Shut the hell up. You're choosing to take control when it's me. So choose to push him out. You can make that choice.” Tony's voice left no room for question, no room for error, but still Loki did not move. Instead, his face contorted in pain and he doubled over.

“You don't understand. He's tearing my mind apart. Bit by bit. The mind is a fickle thing. It doesn't follow the rules of normal life. He tears holes faster than I can repair them, builds new walls I do not recognize.” He looked up at Tony, eyes swimming with a pain Tony couldn't even begin to understand. “You are the one thing that keeps me sane. Knowing somewhere you are alive and well, far from the misery I've been forced to bring.”

Tony kneeled in front of Loki who was still clutching his sides.

“I'm not going to sit this one out Loki. I love you, and that's not going to change. The others are coming, and I'm not going to let them hurt you because that son of a bitch decided he wanted to play.”

Loki reached a hand up to cup Tony's face, touch featherlight.

“Look at you, love. The unlikely hero. Protecting a monster from facing his judgement. They're right to want me dead for what I've done. But I as long as my keeper is in my head, he is not in yours.”

Tony's mind went reeling.

“In mine? That isn't even possible.”

“It is. And that's why I can't let him go. Better to be the scapegoat they want, and save the few I can than allow him to win, dispose of me and turn his attentions to you. I'd die a thousand deaths before I let that monster get a real chance at you.”

The switch was so sudden that Tony didn't even have time to blink. The pained yet loving blue eyes turned green, and filled with malice.

“His sentiment for you makes him weak. It makes him easier to control.” a pure hatred looked at him through Loki's eyes, and he felt the sting, though he knew it wasn't his Loki. “He may not let me hurt you directly, but I'll make him suffer for the disobedience.”

“Take me instead.”

Loki blinked, green eyes going from shrewd to curious in an instant.

“Take you?”

“Loki said you could get to me if you left him. Could take me over the same way. Do it. Leave him alone and take me.”

Green eyes stared at him in disbelief before filling with genuine amusement. Loki laughed, a foreign high pitched sound that grated.

“The two of you. Both so noble to each other.” the creature gave a leering grin using Loki's mouth and stood, looking to the sky. A storm cloud was growing at an abnormally quick rate, and they both knew it meant Thor was close. “Very well. Before the others get here. It will give them all a shock. Teach them a lesson about trying to beat me – no matter what body I'm in.” he offered Tony a hand up and Tony reached to take it, but before he could, a keening wail filled the air. A single syllable being screamed.

Loki had been missing from Stark Tower for weeks, but not from the rest of the world. There had been various attacks on different cities, towns, and villages. People slaughtered, burned, tortured, and some had gone missing. He didn't like to believe it, but Tony knew Loki was involved. He'd left a calling card at each one; a message to the avengers in the form of magic. Giving them clues as to where he'd attack next.

The others had been watching him for days, as if waiting for him to break. He just avoided them, or acted with his usual amount of sass. Only Thor didn't avoid him, giving him a pat on the shoulder every once in a while. As if he was used to this. That thought only grated at him more.

Tony was alone in Stark Tower and without being able to control himself he threw the crystal beaker of scotch at the wall, watching in satisfaction as it shattered, but it wasn't enough. He grabbed another bottle and tossed it, followed by the table, overturning it. He continued to trash the living room until he had none of his anger left. He sank down to the floor, exhausted and despairing. Loki was supposed to be with him. He closed his eyes his eyes and remembered that morning;

Loki turned suddenly towards him, cupping Tony's face in his hands, blue eyes filled with a pain Tony didn't know how to ease. “I love you.” he paused, as if those words were the gravest words he'd ever uttered, and it shook Tony to the core. Why was he saying it like that? “Go out to the plane now. Please just go. I'll meet you in New York if I can.”

But here he was, in New York, and Loki was nowhere to be seen. Eyes closed, he leaned his head back against the wall, wishing he could just forget all of this; go back to that morning and try again because he'd be damned if he'd let it end that easily the second time around.

Loki stood in the window and watched him, face blank, but inside him the war was still raging.

“Look at how weak he is? Despairing at your absence. Angry that you left him.” the creature whispered in his mind, and he defied the words.

“You gave me no choice. He'll understand.”

“I'll make you kill him.”

The words had Loki stiffening, and the fighting began anew, tearing through Loki's mind. He moved forward, towards the open door, weapon appearing in his hand, green eyes murderous.

Inside his mind, Loki fought, unwilling to allow his own body to be used as a tool to hurt his lover. With a scream of hatred, he threw the creature back, taking control again, his whole body shifting painfully. He must've made a sound, because suddenly Tony was looking at him, disbelief clear on his face, quickly followed by a mix of relief and joy. He scrambled to his feet as Loki took in the destruction of the living room. Had that been Tony's doing? Was he really so angry? His own self-disgust grew.

“Where the hell have you been?” Tony demanded, brown eyes defiantly glaring into Loki's blue ones. running to the window, and Loki felt the shift again, the creature pushing for control. He was fighting back – as hard as he could, desperate for control at least in this instance, but it was slipping, and his whole body was shaking in effort to be the one in control at least for this moment.

“You already know where I've been, Tony.” he said softly, and Tony just closed his eyes.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“I haven't a choice.”

Tony could've punched him for that, but instead he just wrapped his arms around the other man for a moment.

“Tony-” he could feel his control shifting, and didn't want to be close when it happened.

“I could make you snap his neck.”

Before Loki even had time to react, he was moving, slamming Tony into the wall, one hand closing around his throat.

Tony's eyes widened in surprise. Was Loki about to kill him? He found himself staring into green eyes, and a shiver passed over him. Something was wrong with Loki. A shiver passed through the hand wrapped around his neck but it didn't tighten, and Tony watched as Loki closed his eyes, body shaking as if he were fighting someone, but that someone else was elsewhere. When he opened his eyes again, pained, crystal blue eyes stared into his own.

“I'm sorry,” he said hoarsely, “I just had to see you.” he removed his hand from Tony's neck slowly, as if his hand still wanted to crush the life out of Tony's windpipe, and held his hands in a tight fists at his side. He flickered out of sight, and reappeared back by the window, where Tony had first caught sight of him. He looked up once more and green eyes glared with murderous intent before he flickered out of sight again, this time not appearing anywhere else. Tony just stood there in shock. When he eventually moved, he felt something brush his neck and reached up as if to brush it away. He felt the soft landing of something on his hand and pulled his hand away to see a pale blue butterfly resting on the back of his hand. He lifted it up to eyes level and the butterfly fluttered its wings but did not fly off. It was the same blue as Loki's eyes and it brought frustrated tears to his own.

Helplessness was not a feeling he enjoyed and he was about to shake the butterfly off when it spread it's wings. In black calligraphy were three words; I love you. Then the butterfly burst into flames, the ashes a shimmering mix of gold and red. He wondered again how Loki managed that, but shook off the thought. This wasn't about his magic. This was about how to save him.

“What happened here?” Natasha Romanov was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in the usual tight black suit she squeezed into anytime there was trouble, and he turned a glare on her.

“Why are you here?”

“Pepper called me. The others are on the way. She heard a commotion.” Natasha's eyes roamed the room with a look that could've been disdain. “And she thought she heard Loki.”

Tony would've fired Pepper in that moment if it weren't for the fact that she basically took care of the company for him. There was a crash of thunder and Thor appeared from nearly the same spot Loki had disappeared from.

“Is he still here?”

Tony clenched his hands in fists but shook his head.

“Then where is he?” Thor demanded, and Tony shrugged.

“I have no idea.”

“We should meet with the others. There was an explosion under ten minutes ago in France. We need to regroup and figure out what Loki is doing.”

“How do you know it was him? He was here.”

Natasha turned a cold look on him even as Thor put a hand on his shoulder.

“Would anyone else make the flames into horses and have them race through a square?”

“That's actually fairly impressive if you think about it,” Tony said, mostly to irritate her, and he saw it worked as the disdain passed over her features. She didn't respond though, turning on her heals and heading back out again.

“We should follow. We do need to know what it is he is hoping to accomplish.”

Loki disappeared from in front of Tony only to reappear somewhere dark. He felt his own self flickering; his essence – some would say his soul and for a moment he was reminded painfully of Tony's stubborn expression, the anger hiding the worry. Then he was brought back to his reality, and the darkness seemed to cave in around him.

“This is not possible,” Loki whispered, not moving a muscle, and then came the pain – the sharp, unstoppable pain of someone breaking into his mind.

Both him and his screams were swallowed by the darkness.

When his senses returned, Loki was in a familiar place. It was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable; it simply was. It was a place he knew well, better than anywhere else. He was in a golden castle; glistening floors, pillars from wall to ceiling, and art that defied the limits of what beauty could be.

“Good to see you again, godling.” he turned to face the unwelcome voice in this place, coming to face his keeper.

“You are not welcome here.” he dismissed, moving as if to turn away, but then the thing laughed.

“You do not know yet, do you?”

Loki lifted an eyebrow, though a feeling of discomfort was growing – something toying with the edge of his conscious mind.

“Look beyond your palace walls.” The creatures words sent a shiver down his spine; they were not his palace walls, they had been once, but he'd desecrated their beauty with his jealousy and desire. He realized why he felt the growing discomfort; this was the home of his childhood, but a place he now only visited in his mind. With growing apprehension, he reluctantly did as he was told, looking beyond the pillared walls of the beautiful castle, and to what lay beyond.

He could see earth; as if he were looking through someone else's eyes. Destruction was being reaped on a small town, foreign from the American cities he'd grown so accustomed to with Tony. There were screams of terror, and families cowering together in fear. A hand appeared in the view, a familiar hand, pale, long-fingered, and with sudden horrified realization, he realized it was his own. Magic shot forth, throwing aside a man trying to stand in the way of his family, and his body, out of his control, stalked past.

“What are you doing to me?” Loki asked, barely able to hear his own voice over the horror that was crashing down around him.

“Exactly what we made you ready to do.” The creature said, and his eyes that weren't really his looked into those of a frightened young child.

“Stop this.” he said between gritted teeth, and the creature just gave its gravelly laugh.

“No. Feel the pain of taking the life of an innocent.”

His saw his own hand reach forward, but this time Loki fought back. He could feel the motion, as if separated by a glass wall, but he beat at it, chinking a hole just big enough to reach through momentarily.

Suddenly he was no longer watching from inside his mind, but with his own eyes. He felt his essence flickering again, felt the pain as the glass began to reform even as he tried to keep it broken, but it was forcing him back, out of control and back into his mind.

“Run!” he commanded, and the boy was gone in a flash, disappearing into the chaos of the town.

Then he was back in his mind, losing control of his body. He collapsed to his knees on the floor of his childhood home, breathing heavily, his lungs feeling as if they weren't capable of taking a full breath of air in at a time.

“Impressive,” the creature noted, and Loki turned a steely glare up at him, blue eyes flashing with hate.

“What have you done to me?” he demanded, and the creature came forward to crouch in front of him.

“You truly believe you could've escaped so easily had we not wanted it?” the creature mocked, and Loki stiffened. “We wanted you to escape. You were losing spirit. It wasn't as fun.”

Without a moments notice, Loki lunged at the creature, forcing it back and connecting a solid blow with its mid-section before turning and darting off. “You managed to hide from me for a while, I'll admit that. But the moment I found you, the moment I had your blood again, you were ours to control.”

“We'll see about that.” Loki retorted defiantly, delving into the corridors of his mind where he was at the advantage. But he was reminded none to gently that in order to lure him back to earth, the creature had attacked Tony. It had his blood too, and if he wanted to be able to keep Tony save, he'd have to figure out how to get his keeper out of his mind.

“I need a line on Thor and I need it now.” Tony said, shooting away from Stark Tower.

“Shall I ring agent Coulson for you sir?”

“Do it.”

There was only a few rings before Coulson answered.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Agent Coulson. I need to get in contact with Thor. I assume Fury's set up a way to do that.”

“Why?” was the simple response, and Tony had to bite back a snappy retort.

“Loki. I need help and Thor is my best bet.”

There was a pause on the other end, but a short one.

“We'll get word to him.” the line went dead and Tony cursed at the silence.

“Pepper is calling, sir.” J.A.R.V.I.S informed him, and Tony felt his irritation spike.

“Ignore.”

He flew in relative silence, waiting for some sign from Coulson that Thor had been contacted, and felt himself growing restless.

He was tempted to call Coulson back, see how far he'd gotten in the minute since they'd spoken. Before he could have the number dialled, a form shot out of the sky, headed straight for Stark Tower.

“Looks like we've got company. J.A.R.V.I.S., track Pepper. Is she there?”

“No sir.”

“Good. Let's head back.”

Tony got back to find Thor waiting outside, red cape catching in the breeze, hammer in hand.

“You requested my presence.” he stated, and Tony nodded. “Where is he?”

“I don't know. That's the problem. He got all funny – he started flickering out and he could barely stand, but he made me leave. And out of the blue he seemed to change – stood up straight and disappeared.”

Thor frowned, looking past Tony and off into the distance as if he could see things that weren't actually there.

“What happened before that?” he finally asked, “Before the change – did anything happen?”

“He was worried about something. Something about danger, and then he said I was in danger. That's when it started.”

There was a sudden stillness to Thor, as if he understood something Tony didn't, and then Thor was before him, gripping his shoulders, expression deadly calm to the point of danger.

“Tell me every detail – nothing is unimportant. If what I think is true, we're all in grave danger.”

The idea made Tony furious. That once again, Loki was in danger, front line like always, and here he was stuck as a human, a handsome genius mind you, but nonetheless human, and another god was telling him there was more danger. He was nearing breaking point.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, and Thor just gave another grave look.

“I fear Loki did not escape as easily as we'd all hoped.”

He was about to ask from what – about to ask why – when Loki's own memories filled his head.

“No.” he stated, shaking his head and turning away from Thor. “Not possible.”

“But-”

“No!” furious again, Tony turned back, helmet coming down, energy pulsing through the suit, ready to fire. “You and that pet-named hammer of yours were supposed to fix this; you were supposed to make sure this couldn't happen.” he growled angrily, not noticing how Thor's hammer was now in hand, defensive.

“We have been trying. Are still trying.”

“Well it hasn't been good enough, has it.” he was about to fire, he wanted to, oh how he wanted to just blast away at this arrogant idiot, but then he remembered Loki and how he had literally shifted in front of his eyes. Whether he liked it or not, he needed Thor's help. Reluctantly, Tony let the helmet fold back, allowing the energy to drain from the thrusters. Obviously relieved, Thor replaced his hammer at his belt.

“Don't evade this time. I care about him too and I want him back. In order to get him back, I need your help." he said, having a hard time swallowing the fact that he had to ask for help. Understanding pride and it's failings, Thor softened, though his expression remained. "What do you think is going on?”

Loki woke with a nervous energy settling over his skin. He glanced towards the window, noticing how it was already after noon, and turned over to see Tony still asleep beside him. All negative emotions fled as he looked at Tony, pleasure filling him instead.

“Morning Loki,” Tony murmured, eyes still closed.

“Morning love.”

Tony opened bleary eyes, turning a smile on Loki, shifting to hook an arm around his partner.

“How'd you sleep?”

“Fairly well, except your phone has been going off all night. Pepper must be a wreck. She even called my phone once.”

Tony heaved a sigh.

“I suppose we did sleep in a bit late, and I told her we'd be in first thing since we missed last nights plane.” the thought had a gleam in his eyes and Tony sent a sly smile Loki's way. Loki just gave a soft laugh, getting up to stretch, completely naked, before heading to the bathroom.

“I'm going to shower. The sooner we leave the sooner she gets to shout at you and get this whole thing over with.”

Tony chuckled, getting out of bed as well.

“Can I join you?” he called, listening as Loki turned on the water.

“Of course. Waters hot.”

Without preamble, Tony followed Loki's path, stepping into the shower with him, nearly scalding water hitting his skin.

“I always feel like you should be burnt by water this hot.” Tony noted, getting his hair wet, eyes on Loki.

“My skin cools the water down even as it hits my skin. So it's quite a bit cooler to me.”

Tony rolled his eyes, having heard the explanation before.

“I still think it's weird.” he said as he turned to grab shampoo. Loki shrugged, reaching for the soap, freezing mid action. The nervous feeling that he'd felt when he'd woken had returned, but this time with the pain of something pressing in on his mind; bringing a wealth of possibilities for the future; most of which held terrifying endings. He didn't say a word, sifting through the different threads, searching for the one the most likely, unsure of what he was seeing or how he was seeing it.

“We really don't have to rush going back. I'm hungry. I think we should get food first. Are you hungry?”

Loki nodded his assent, though most of his mind was elsewhere. “We should still get back though, Pepper is worried about you.”

Tony frowned a bit at the absent tone and the words of worry.

“We can get food on the plane.” he paused, switching the shampoo for soap, “You seem awfully worried about Pepper.”

Loki felt the pressure growing but ignored it and brought himself back to focus on Tony, already terrified by the possibilities his mind was presenting him with.

“I'm not worried about her. I'm worried about you. I don't want you in any more trouble.”

Tony shook his head, rinsing soap off.

“Don't worry. She's mad at me all the time. There's no reason to worry. In fact a lot of people are mad at me a lot of the time, and I don't worry about it so you shouldn't either.”

“I can't help it,” Loki said with a shrug, and Tony found his own spike of worry taking hold.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything's fine.” Loki said, but the reassuring smile he gave Tony was sadder than it should've been.

“Really, Pepper is nothing to worry about, she gets angry all the time. It's fine. It's how she expresses worry.”

Loki just gave an ambiguous hum and Tony found himself frowning.

“You're worrying me,” he admitted, reaching past him to turn off the water, and Loki nearly winced.

“Sorry love, don't mean to.”

“Sorry?” not liking the sound of the apology, Tony stepped out, offering Loki a towel. “Come here,” but instead of moving to him, Loki took the towel, wrapping it around his hips. “Do you want me to leave you alone?” Tony asked, unsure of where this mood had gone from or how to help get rid of it, but his offer got a sharp reply.

“No, don't go.”

“Okay, is there something you want? Need? Anything?” Tony asked, feeling at a loss, and Loki just shook his head, suddenly stepping forward and hugging him tightly. Shocked, Tony froze for a second before returning the tight embrace.

“If there's something wrong, I want to help you.”

Loki closed his eyes, already beginning to feel the change – knowing what was coming.

“It's hard to explain.”

Tony's alarm was immediate and he leaned back to search Loki's eyes for a clue of what was happening.

“I'm here. We're here. Nothing bad can happen to you.”

Loki grimaced, pressing his hands to his temples. “It isn't me I'm worried about.”

Tony took Loki's hands in his, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Tell me how to help,” he asked, nearly desperately, but Loki just turned a look of horror on him, as everything in his mind slid into place.

“It's you. You're in trouble.” he raced by, yanking on clothes, leaving Tony shocked once again.

“What? Where are you going?” he asked, hurrying after, following suit and pulling clothes on. “What do you mean, I'm in trouble? What are you doing?”

“You're going back to New York. Now.” Loki said, evading the question, already beginning to feel the beginning of the change.

“Are you coming with me? Tell me what's going on.” Tony demanded, though he couldn't bring himself to be angry yet, only worried.

“I can't come, but you have to go.” Loki said firmly, but Tony balked.

“Wait, what? You're not coming? What if I said I wouldn't go without you?”

Loki spun back, a fierce expression on his face. “I can't. And you don't have a choice. Call and get the plane here now.” not used to seeing Loki this bent on something, Tony had the phone dialling against his ear in seconds.

“Why won't you at least tell me why you can't come?” he watched Loki do up the last of the buttons of his shirt, his expression grim. “You're scaring me.” Tony admitted, but Loki didn't respond immediately, instead he began to flicker; as if he was only an illusion, and he doubled over in sudden pain.

“Good,” he managed to say through gritted teeth. “I'm glad you're scared. Scared will keep you safer. Is the plane coming?”

“Loki!” Tony jumped forward, catching Loki as he nearly collapsed from some invisible source of pain, watching as Loki's image flickered in his arms, though his weight never shifted. “This scared means worried. I'm scared for you, what's going on?” he said, looking into Loki's eyes, watching the crystal blue eyes he'd grown so accustomed to, flicker. The image shifts, from plain clothes, to the godly armour, then back again.

“Go to the plane. Go now. Don't be worried about me, be worried about you.”

Tony merely glared. “How am I supposed to not be worried by the fact that you're literally fading from me?” Tony demanded, “You won't tell me what trouble I'm in, I don't know what I'm supposed to be scared of, and here you are, in pain, and changing, disappearing from my arms. How can I not be worried?”

Loki turned suddenly, cupping Tony's face in his hands, blue eyes pained. “I love you.” he paused, as if those words were the gravest words he'd ever uttered, “Go out to the plane now. Please just go. I'll meet you in New York if I can.”

“I love you too,” Tony replied, panic filling his chest, “I'll go to the plane, and I'll wait in New York for you, but you sure as hell better be there. You better promise me you aren't giving me some sort of half-assed goodbye and that I'll see you again. Then I'll get on the plane.”

Loki shook his head, image flickering again, and now his actual mass flickering out as well. “I can't promise that. But I'll do my best. I can promise that much.”

“That's not good enough,” Tony growled, and glanced over his shoulder at the jet, waiting on his personal runway. “Promise that I don't have to worry about you. Tell me to take care of myself and tell me that you're going to be okay. Promise you'll meet me in New York. I am not leaving until I hear those words from you,” Tony said stubbornly.

Without warning, Loki kisses him, quickly but deeply, before pushing Tony towards the door.

“This is one of the times you just have to trust me, okay? Please just trust me.”

“Then promise this isn't the last time I'm going to see you,” Tony repeated, knowing somehow that this moment was possibly a goodbye, and knowing he wouldn't be able to cope if it was.

“It won't be.” Loki said, but the words sounded defeated. His image flickered again, and he supported himself on the edge of the bed.

“It better not be.” he said, voice rough with emotion. “I can't leave you here, Loki, not like this. You aren't well. Come back with me.”

Face drawn and pale from the pain, Loki's image flickered more violently, appearance completely changing for a full moment before switching back.

“Please Tony. You have to go. I'm begging you. Go. Stay safe. Gather your band of heroes because you'll need them.” he doubles over again, the flickering stronger before it suddenly stops completely and Loki straightens in full body armour, green eyes sharp. “Go.”

with that final command, no longer gentle, or pleading, but nearly cruel, he disappeared, and Tony was left staring at the spot he'd last been. It had been off, and Tony's stomach dropped. Something was horribly wrong, and part of that wrongness had effected Loki.

“Pepper's mad.”

Loki looked up from the pancakes he was frying to see Tony standing in the doorway, an unhappy grimace on his face.

“What happened?”

“I didn't answer my phone.”

Loki lifted a brow. “Come now. There's clearly more to it than that, or you wouldn't be glaring at your phone like that.

Tony made a face as if he'd eaten something particularly sour. “Apparently it's because of you that I've been out of touch. I'm fairly certain most of the last few days has been my idea.”

Loki pushed a plate of pancakes towards Tony.

“She was worried, that's understandable. Usually when you don't answer for a few days it means you're in trouble.”

Tony just scowled at him.

“She blamed you and you're going to defend her?”

Loki shrugged.

“Jealousy is an emotion i understand well.” he said no more, grabbing the pan and other dishes he'd used and putting them in the pan, but Tony was now staring at him, understanding that Loki was referring to his past.

“Either way, she wants me back tonight. She's sending the plane around eight. She wasn't so happy with what I did with the other one.”

Loki laughed, an easy sound considering their disagreement after the experiment. “I suppose she wouldn't be.”

Tony just rolled his eyes. “I wonder why.” he said sarcastically, and Loki gave a far too innocent shake of his head.

“Good question.”

With a laugh, Tony moves to kiss him, “You think you're so funny,” he murmurs, and Loki just gives an innocent look, trying not to smile.

“What have I done?”

“You've unleashed a monster,” he joked, kissing him again, smirk in place.

Loki just gives another all to innocent smile. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Tony smirk widens to a devilish grin before leaning towards him. “Oh good, I guess I'll have to show you then,” he whispered in his ear before giving it a gentle nip.

Loki shivered, wrapping his arms around Tony, turning his face to kiss him.

“I hope you didn't have any other plans tonight,” Tony stated, hopping up to sit on the counter, drawing Loki in close, wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Only to spend my time with you,” was the reply as Loki rested his hands on Tony's thighs, leaning into him to kiss him.

“Perfect.” Tony returned the kiss, wrapping his arm around Loki's neck even as Loki slid his hands up to rest on Tony's hips.

“Aren't you just,” Loki murmured, and Tony felt the rush of pleasure at the compliment, tracing kisses along Loki's jaw, and Loki tilted his head back, allowing Tony to continue.

“You, make me feel so special,” Tony said, cupping Loki's face in his hands before he let his fingers trail down Loki's neck, moving back to kiss his lips.

“You are special,” Loki replied between kisses, “the most special,”

As always, those complimentary words, so easily given, yet only to him, was like ambrosia, and Tony found himself struggling for a response, never sure how to explain how perfect he viewed his partner to be.

“pretty sure you're just as special,” he finally managed lamely, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder, gripping his shirt. Loki slid his hands around to Tony's back, pressing closer, a smile on his lips as if Tony were the most charming man he knew.

“I'll take it.”

Tony just grinned, his fists balling in the front of his own t-shirt covering Loki's chest.

“I think this is unnecessary.” Tony said, then watched as Loki pulled it over his head, revealing his pale torso, tossing it away before reaching for the buttons of Tony's own shirt. Tony put his hands over Loki's taking sudden control, guiding Loki's hands along the buttons, waiting as Loki pushed the shirt from his shoulders.

“You're so beautiful,” Tony said softly, running his hands up Loki's chest, and Loki gave a slight smile.

“As are you,” he replied, sliding his hands up Tony's arms, leaving them at his shoulders and kissing him once more. Tony didn't see himself as beautiful, handsome maybe, and rich, yes, but with Loki here, he believed every syllable of the word; if only for the moment. Tony moved a hand to grip the back of Loki's neck, returning the kiss, feeling the soft tingle as Loki's fingertips moved to trace the arc reactor in his chest, then moved to slide down his ribs and back up his back, gripping his shoulder, the kiss becoming deeper. Tony reached up to play with the soft curls of Loki's hair, making the kiss rougher, body rigid against Loki's, legs tightening around his waist. Loki matched the intensity of the kiss, pressing as close as possible while his hands slid back down Tony's body, to his knees then back up again.

Tony paused the kiss for a moment as his hands toyed with the button on Loki's pants, giving his partner a questioning look. Loki gave a brief nod before kissing him again, the same amount of force behind this kiss as in the last. Tony didn't slow, undoing the slacks and pushing them off Loki's hips, listening as they hit the ground. Loki paused the kiss suddenly, as if to catch his breath, body as rigid as Tony's, his eyes hungry as they stared at Tony.

“Is everything okay?” Tony asked breathlessly, hands holding Loki's hips, “Do you need..?” he was cut off by Loki's grin.

“I don't need anything but you,” he said with another kiss.

“I think that can be arranged.” Tony mumbles, returning the kiss, holding Loki against him and moving his hips against Loki's. Loki gives a small groan, reaching to undo Tony's pants, giving the same questioning look Tony had.

“Yes, yes,” he repeated, kissing along and down Loki's jaw and throat, feeling Loki shudder even as he gently tugged Tony's pants from his body, lifting him slightly off the counter and moving away for a moment just to drop them to the ground and move back, pressing back against Tony and kissing him again. Feeling reckless, and a sudden need for control, Tony gave Loki's bottom lip a quick bite as his hands traveled down Loki's body, stopping a moment at his hips before travelling down to his thighs, teasing but not touching. The sound of his name, nearly a moan on Loki's lips, was electric. Loki pressed a line of kisses down Tony's throat who shivered at the feeling, over his shoulder, passing over his collarbone before moving back to Tony's lips, hands briefly cupping Tony's face before settling on his shoulders. Body hot against Loki's cooler skin, Tony moved his hand between Loki's thighs, taking him into his hand, and feeling his whole body tense as he took a sharp breath, his hands now gripping Tony's shoulders for support, the kisses growing hungrier. Tony softened the kiss a bit, teasing with his hands before moving a hand to run it along Loki's spine, listening to Loki's ragged breathing, and revelling in it, tightening his legs around his partner. Loki's hands ran down Tony's chest, along his sides, to rest on his hips, even as he tried to match the softer kisses, brushing some across Tony's cheek before drawing him into another long kiss. Tony returns the kiss as gently as possible, teasing his lover, smiling against his lips when he can feel his pleasure growing, watching in amusement as Loki shivered, and he gently brought him closer and closer to the edge. But before he could find any release, Tony removed his hands, watching Loki tremble in frustration, and quickly kissed him, keeping him occupied, enjoying his power over his god. Tony felt Loki grip his hips with unsteady hands, his lips rougher from frustration, unable to help the shivers of pleasure and Tony felt his own desire grow, letting his hands travel back down, watching in pleasure as Loki shivered under his hands, continuing to kiss him.

“Tony,” Loki said it as nearly a whisper, making it clear that he was in complete control, and Tony revelled in it, and the absoluteness of which Loki poured every ounce of passion into the kiss. With a gentle push, Tony moved Loki back, sliding off the counter and dropping to his knees, his mouth moving to Loki's abdomen, tongue tracing designs on his skin. He felt Loki's hands tangle themselves in his hair, felt the shivers that ran through the taut muscles, saw his lips tremble. Tony continued to use his tongue, dropping slowly, torturously, lower, until he gives in, taking him in his mouth, hands gripping his thighs. He heard Loki's breath catch, and felt the punch of pleasure as he looked up to see Loki's head thrown back, his face tilted to the side, eyes closed as Tony continued the dance with his tongue. Tony gave a hum of pleasure at the feeling of Loki's hands flexing in his hair and Loki gasped his name, almost begging it. Tony leaned back, a laugh spilling forward.

“Do you want something, Loki?” he asked, voice husky, looking up. “then beg. Prove to be that gods have to beg too. Show me I'm worth begging for,” he slid his hands back between Loki's thighs, watching, but not moving, waiting for the words he'd bet he could get, and Loki had promised would never come. He felt and watched as Loki's body shuddered with need,

“Tony,” his voice trailed off, a low, throaty sound, and Tony just grinned, hardly able to hold back, gently teasing again, being careful not to push him over.

“Yes?”

Loki gave a low growl of both frustration and pleasure, “Tony,” again he broke off, body shuddering again, and then finally came the word Tony had been waiting for, as barely a whisper. “Please.”

Triumph was sweet and Tony grinned before using his mouth again, using his tongue just how he knows will send Loki reeling, continuing until he watched Loki tremble with release, enjoying every second of it. Loki's hands went limp in Tony's hair and the next words were weak.

“I – I feel as if i may – fall over.” and with that he sank down to the floor, eyes still hazy with pleasure. With a grin, Tony lays down beside him.

“I have to say, I liked the begging,” he notes, trailing a hand up Loki's chest. “And I think you did too.”

Loki didn't respond except to reach up and twine his fingers with Tony's, though a small smile, rueful graced his lips. Tony just stared at him a moment, taking in the glow of pleasure before he was unable to resist and pressed his lips against Loki's. Loki simply gave a small, happy sounding hum, closing his eyes.

“I want to move – but I can't seem to manage it. But staying on the kitchen floor doesn't seem like the best option.” he opens his eyes, turning to give Tony a slightly dazed smile.

Tony just laughed, kissing him quickly before standing, pulling Loki to his feet and pulling him towards the bedroom.

“This looks more comfortable.” he noted, and Loki just dropped onto the bed, pulling Tony along. Tony allowed the pull, collapsing on top of him, finding Loki's mouth with his own.

“Tony,” Loki wrapped his arms around Tony's waist, giving a sigh as he pressed his face against Tony's neck. Shifting so he could pillow Loki's head on his chest, Tony held him contentedly.

“Guess I did well.”

Loki choked out a laugh, his cheeks flushing, and Tony's pleasure just grew at the sight.

“How could you – Tony, I -” he broke off by hiding his face against Tony's chest, and Tony just laughed.

“You happen to be the most adorable man I've ever known in my life.”

Loki only flushed darker. “I say the most ill-timed things after... well. After.”

Tony laughed again, pressing a kiss to the top of Loki's head.

“You're adorable. And you say adorable things.”

“I'm a god, I'm not supposed to be adorable.” Tony rolled them both so he was propped above Loki, watching Loki's eyes go wide.

“You're a god I managed to make beg, and you're also adorable because I said so and I'm always right. I love that I can make you blush,” there was another almost rapacious grin in Tony's eyes and Loki just pulled him back down to the bed, hiding his face. “That only makes you cuter.” Tony noted, and Loki shot him one last scowl, though his cheeks were still tinged pink.

“You're insufferable when you boast.” he muttered, though it was good natured, and Tony just laughed, settling down comfortably beside him.

“And you're incorrigible; you refuse to accept complements.”

Loki just muttered something unintelligible and Tony pressed a kiss to his shoulder, smiling against the skin.

“I love you,” he said suddenly, murmuring it against the pale skin of Loki's shoulder, and he almost seemed to relax at the sound of the words. His arms tightened around Tony and he found himself smiling.

They were in bed, limbs tangled together, breathing finally slowing back to a normal rate. Loki shifted, his head and the back of his shoulders on Tony's chest, staring up at the ceiling, Tony's arm hooked over his chest.

“This trip was a great idea.” Tony said decidedly, and Loki rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

“Glad you approve.” Loki replied sarcastically, and Tony laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest and through Loki, gaining a laugh from him as well.

Tony's phone buzzed and he made a sound of irritation, glaring at his phone across the room.

“That's probably the lovely Miss Potts,” Loki noted, and Tony just heaved a sigh.

“She's probably angry that we've been gone for four days.”

“That you've been gone, you mean.” Loki corrected gently.

“Whatever. We're on vacation! We need a break. This is our bubble. No outside influences allowed.”

“If that were a reality, you would get bored and by extension insufferable.”

Tony looked down at Loki with a mock look of offence.

“As if you'd be content to live in a bubble.”

“Never. That's why I keep you. Entertainment.”

Tony gave Loki a gentle nudge and Loki just grinned.

The phone started buzzing again and this time Loki got up.

“Answer it. I'm going to take a shower.” Loki sat up and stretched, but before he could leave, Tony had grabbed him again, pulling him back down to bed, leaning over him.

“What if I want to shower with you?”

Loki slid an arm around Tony, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his lips. He teased him with the kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently before soothing it with a soft kiss. Then in a sudden burst he reversed their positions so he was above Tony, giving him another hearty kiss before moving away quickly, out of reach before Tony could protest.

“Call her back or answer her next call. Beg her for forgiveness and then we'll speak of you joining me.” he wandered naked towards the bathroom, and an idea formed in Tony's head.

“Do gods beg?”

Loki turned a sinful smile on Tony.

“Never.”

An equally wicked grin appeared on Tony's face. “I accept that challenge.” Loki chuckled as he disappeared into the bathroom and the phone began to ring again.

“Answer it.” the water began to run and Loki peeked his head back out the window, eyes smouldering. “And gods do not beg.”

Tony just grinned as Loki disappeared again before reaching with his phone, a grimace appearing before he answered.

“Pepper! Good to hear from you-” he began, but her harsh tone cut him off.

“Tony where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for days on end and then I heard you'd run off with him.”

Tony felt his jaw clenching at the accusatory tone.

“Who's him?” Tony said coldly, and he practically heard Pepper narrow her eyes.

“You know exactly who I mean. That man you've been spending all your time with lately. It isn't safe! You always get into more trouble when he's around! It's dangerous!”

Tony had to resist tossing the phone across the room.

“I guess you forgot those times I fought my own enemies and found my own danger.”

“You know what I mean, Tony. He's – well he's not human – and neither are his enemies. Enemies that are still after him.” she was beginning to heat up again and Tony stood, rubbing a hand over his face, tuning out as she ranted in his ear, listening instead to the water running in the bathroom, Loki humming a tune he didn't know. The sound made him smile. He listened to the tune play through, and when it began to loop, he tuned back in to Pepper's rant. “You disappeared to who knows where doing who knows what, with his enemies trying to find you! And before you think you've fooled me, I actually I know exactly what you're doing! Destroying the jet just for another stupid and dangerous toy! You didn't think I would hear about a strange looking plane taking off and landing around the Malibu property? That's right, I know exactly where you are. And you will be on the plane I send tonight unless you have a death wish. Plane will be there at ten and I think you should talk some sense into that man you're associating with.”

“You're treading on thin ice Miss Potts.” he said sharply, and he heard her intake of breath.

“Tony, I-”

“It was my idea to leave without telling you. I didn't want you to try and stop us and I wanted to be alone. I didn't want you to know where I was. That was me.”

The water had turned off while he'd been speaking and he watched Loki come back into the room, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He cast a friendly smile at Tony before turning to get dressed, choosing one of Tony's t-shirts and a loose pair of slacks. He tossed the towel into the laundry and then wandered out of the room as Pepper answered.

“You're shouldering the blame fairly quickly. How unusual Mr. Stark. But would you have wanted it if it weren't for him?”

Loki and Tony shared another look of anticipation as they soared over the water in the plane, fuel low, reactor possibly about to kick in. This was the fun of having a man with a reckless side as his companion; when they were in danger, he didn't turn to fear, but excitement, and it only made it all the more exciting for Tony.

“The reactor should hold. The plane wouldn't start until I'd upgraded it, and worst comes to worst I hook mine in and -”

“Don't even think about it.” All amusement was gone from Loki's sharp tone. “You have no idea what that could do.”

Tony waved away the disagreement with a careless hand.

“Nothing to worry about. If it did happen it wouldn't be for long. It would be just like the suit.”

And like that, Loki was furious, blue eyes blazing with fury.

“No. Not an option. Your suit was built around being supported by that piece in your chest, you do not go around throwing its power around without a though. Bloody humans.” Tone furious, Loki began muttering under my breath, something more about humans and Tony's own stupidity. Turning his hands so they were palms up, Tony felt a current pass through the plane which stopped shuddering, coming out even and gliding over land, the landing gears coming down, setting them down gently, rolling to a gentle stop. Without another word, Loki climbed out of the plane, storming back to the house, anger seething with every step.

“Did you just magic the plane to get it to land properly? because there is no way I did that!” Tony called, both terrified and amazed by the show of power as he climbed out to watch Loki stomp off. “Where are you going? We landed safely! I thought it was a pretty good ride! A few things to work on, maybe. Loki! Did you hear me? I'm sorry it wasn't as safe as I made it seem at first but we're fine? You made sure of that!” He watched with growing apprehension as Loki went inside and slammed the door closed, leaving Tony outside alone. He ran to the door, not opening but calling through it instead. “Loki, what's wrong?” he shouted, but the door stayed closed, and he stared up at the house. Something crashes inside and Loki suddenly appears in the doorway, glaring murderously.

“Do you really have so little regard for your own life? Hooking up the thing that is keeping you alive just for a bloody test?” He slams the door away and Tony stares, mouth forming an 'Oh' of surprise. He rushes inside, only to find a mess of things that Loki had clearly trashed in his anger, but Loki himself was nowhere to be seen. Fear gripped him. Had he scared him off? He'd only been thinking out loud. He was Tony Stark for God's sake. He was supposed to pull stupid and reckless stunts; supposed to risk his life for seemingly no reason; and nobody was really supposed to care.

“Loki, where are you? That's not what I was doing – not what I was going to do. Process of elimination. I was going through ideas but you cut me off before I could finish. I just didn't want to crash with you in the plane, okay? It would've wounded my fragile ego.” he tried to joke, but when there was no response, the fear hit again, and he let the truth slide, hoping to bring Loki out of wherever he was hiding. “I was worried, okay? You were there to and I didn't want to crash and get us both hurt.”

From a far off room came a disbelieving noise of discontent.

“As if a minor crash could harm me.” Again Loki appeared in a doorway, this time across the room from Tony. “You had no idea what harm could come from you adding your power to the plane. It could've sucked every little bit of energy from you before you had the chance to blink and yet you thought nothing of it. The reactor you built for the plane is of the same design but larger and yet it couldn't seem to do the job properly. for a genius, you obviously weren't thinking.” he hissed, slamming the door and cutting them off again, enjoying the angry sound as it suited his mood. Loki knew he was being unfair, but he couldn't help himself. The terror he had felt at the mere suggestion of Tony attaching himself to the plane was enough to justify his mood. He didn't like the feeling of terror, and would fight anything that brought such a feeling to him.

Tony moved towards the door and leaned against it, understanding now why the other was so upset, and yet he hadn't been able to help himself.

“I forget sometimes that you aren't human. Yes you have magic and yes you're some sort of Norse God, but I forget. No matter what happens, and how many times the world is saved and the gang gets together, I'll never get used to it. I'm a man of science. I don't believe in religion and magic. So I forget.” he felt a wave of anger that he was having to expose all of this, but he knew the person on the other side of the door needed it, because as much as he raged about being an ageless god, he needed these shows of emotion; they were what gave him understanding, and in a sense, they were what gave him strength. “I was scared,” Tony continued, “Scared because I know that without my suit it's pretty damn easy for me to die. And so sitting in that plane, way higher than logically we should've been, I was scared for you too.” he gritted his teeth against what he knew had to come next. “I'm sorry.” he apologized, “Okay? I'm sorry. Please come out.”

Leaning against the other side of the door, Loki closes his eyes, feeling the guilt washing over him from his outburst, and for forcing Tony to be so brutally honest, but the guilt only weighed so much, and it was for Tony, not for himself. He knew that no matter how unjust he seemed to Tony, these were his fears – that one day, Tony would overestimate himself, and die.

“It terrifies me that you forget what I'm capable of,” he finally responded, and Tony looked at the door in relief, glad Loki was finally speaking to him, but not liking where the response was going.

“It terrifies me that one day, like today, you'll think I'm in trouble and you'll do something like this and I wont be there to stop you, and then what would I do? We both know perfectly well that I would be fine, but you wouldn't be, and that is unacceptable to me.”

Tony gave a heavy sigh, unsure how to proceed as this conversation was turning into something far deeper than about a simple plane incident. “Loki, you know I'm reckless, but I'm still alive. God or not, you have to understand that I would do anything for you, stupid or not. I have to believe that you're going to be there to stop me from getting myself killed, as much as it irks me to admit that.” Then came the part he feared most, “Unless you don't want to be.” he shook off the thought and leaned patiently against the door, hoping to pull Loki out of his mood but knowing this conversation wasn't going to end so easily.

“It isn't that I'm opposed to you worrying, as I know wanting that is futile, and in all honesty it's flattering to be worried about as you worry for me. And you must know that I will always be there, but i worry too, because I never forget how easily I could lose you. and the idea terrifies me more than anything else. Nothing could make me suffer so much as that. It is the only thing in all of existence that i am afraid of.”

Tony sucked in a breath and then tried the handle again, but it was still locked.

“Loki, open the door. Now.”

As soon as the sound of the lock clicking meets his ears, he's inside the room, searching for Loki, and finding him leaning against the wall next to the door, head resting against the wall, eyes clothes, appearing exhausted. Without saying a word, he sits next to him, wrapping his arm around Loki's shoulders, and Loki leans into him.

“I may be a stupid little human, but I'm not about to die on you.” he soothed, feeling out of his depth, but it seemed to be the right thing to say because Loki responded.

“I know you aren't suicidal Tony, and if that's what you read from my words I apologize. It's the risks; the unnecessary ones; like considering attaching yourself to a plane when the reactor already in place seems to be doing nothing.” there was a dry note to the statement and Tony chuckled. “You are a brilliant man Tony, but I swear to anything and anyone who will listen, that if you ever pull such a stunt again, I will chain you up and hold you hostage in an alternate dimension where you will never be able to make such a useless decision ever again.”

That brought out a full laughter, but Loki wasn't finished.

“I know my reaction was far angrier than you deserved, but just, use that brilliance of yours and think. Alright? Just think of the damage you could do. I don't care if you experiment in your lab, or with your suit. It unnerves me, but I understand that the feeling is mutual for you with my magic. It's the larger things that I can't stand for.”

Tony turns his face to press a kiss against Loki's temple.

“I'm sorry for scaring you. And I promise if I ever make a similarly stupid decision in the future you have my full permission to chain me up and hide me in some alternate universe.”

That earned him a small burst of laughter, and Tony let himself relax.

“But do me a favour? Oh mighty god of mine?”

Loki gave Tony an arch look.

“And what would that be?”

“Stop making me admit weakness. It's ruining my image.”

Loki blinked for a second, and then laughed, long and hard.

“Only you, Mr. Stark, would worry so much about image when you could've died.”

“Could've being the operative word.”

Loki gave an adoring smile before sobering up, turning to place a hand on Tony's cheek.

“I have one last request for you today.” he said gravely, and once again nervous, Tony nodded. “You expect me to share my fears, and yet you avoid yours as if they were a plague. I would remind you that it is not a weakness – not with me – not ever. I am a god and yet you somehow manage to bring me to my knees with barely a thought.” Tony began to interrupt but Loki silenced him with a look. “And I've accepted that, because I know you need to see it. Just please. Share your fears with me. I am not here as your housekeeper, to nag and worry about every little thing, I am your lover, and lovers share these things with each other. No?”

Tony nodded silently, for once speechless by the man kneeling in front of him. When he continued to remain silent, Loki frowned.

“Tony, if I have overstepped some human boundary-” he began, retreating, but Tony caught his hand before he could, keeping him in place.

“Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere. I'm just taking a moment to – think.”

Again Loki frowned, but he didn't move away this time.

“I should think none of this is surprising.” he mused, and Tony just shot him a look.

“I'm trying to think of how to respond.” he snapped, and with that Loki grinned, all anger forgotten.

“I've managed to make the famous Tony Stark speechless? My, my. That is quite the feat.” Tony shot him a dark look, but the smile playing at the corners of his mouth cancelled it out.

“You're infuriating,” Tony muttered, leaning into kiss him, and Loki just gave an impish grin.

“It would seem I've gotten that bad habit from you.” he teased. With a low, playful growl, Tony tackled him, knocking them both down and kissing him thoroughly.

In the living room of the Malibu house, Loki wandered around the plane, or at least the pieces of it strewn around the room.

“I meant to clean that up,” Tony said with a smirk, wandering over to join Loki, dressed to do more work on the plane. Loki rolled his eyes but stopped wandering the wreckage to allow Tony to join him.

“What are you hoping to make?”

“I'm on my tenth model of an arc reactor powered plane,” he said proudly, greeting Loki with a quick kiss on the cheek, and gaining a smile from Loki who then continued to wander the wreckage.

“May I see the most recent model?”

Tony lit up with excitement at the idea of showing off a new toy and grabbed Loki's hand, leading him outside to where a very beat up plane sat.

Loki hummed as he moved towards it, pacing around it to observe the plane.

“Looks like you've already flown it a few times,” Loki teased, and Tony shrugged.

“I had to test it somehow.” he nudged the nose of the plane, wiping at a dent with the cloth in his back pocket.

“You don't really seem to have very much self-preservation in that head of yours?” Loki teased again, and Tony just smirked.

“Not particularly,” he replied, but it wasn't as teasing as Loki's words, more blase, and it made Loki uneasy, nearly forcing him over beside Tony to slide his arm around his partner.

“Sometimes you worry me.”

“No need to worry, I always know what I'm doing.” he said confidently, pressing another kiss to Loki's cheek. “If I ever seriously thought I was going to die, you know I'd stop. Who'd keep you in line?”

Loki gave a short laugh, “I know,” he assured, but Tony continued.

“You won't be getting rid of me that easily.”

“I know that as well.”

Reassured, Tony pulled Loki towards the plane.

“Want to test it out with me?”

Loki grinned wickedly.

“Of course.”

Tony gave an answering grin, and moved to grab the toolbox waiting a few feet away.

“I know how to fix what went wrong last time.” he muttered, and Loki just lifted a sarcastic eyebrow.

“Oh really? That simple. Of course, should have known.”

Tony just shot him a grin.

“Just got to make a few adjustments. I want to convert air into reactor energy. The power kept cutting out because at that speed and weight, the arc technology couldn't keep the plane up due to how the wind cut over the plane. But if I can convert air to energy through wind power, it should fix te problem.”

Loki watched in amusement as Tony crawled under the plane, playing with his machinery as per usual.

“Should be good now,” he grunted, coming back out, tossing the tools back in the kit.

“You think?” Loki asked with a smile, and Tony just nodded enthusiastically, climbing into the plane and into the pilot seat, Loki close behind him.

Tony tried to start the plane but it didn't work, and Loki allowed him to continue to try in vane, getting more and more frustrated.

“Why won't it work?” he grumbled in irritation, and Loki tried to keep his smile small.

“Perhaps you should enlarge the size of the reactor itself?

Tony rolled his eyes.

“If that were possible I would've done it already. It can only be so big before it outweighs the plane.” he said, while Loki just let him rant, a small smile turning up the corner of his lips. Unable to stand the silent teasing, Tony finally huffed.

“What?”

“Just check the reactor. Perhaps with all your tinkering you forgot to factor in the change in mass of the plane.”

Tony glared at him a moment before conceding.

“You might be right.” he admitted grudgingly, and Loki gave another smile.

“I am fairly intelligent.”

Tony laughed at that, “Oh I know.”

“Oh thank you,” the thanks was sarcastic, and Tony just took his hand, pulling Loki out of the plane.

“Back to the lab. Don't have much equipment here but should be able to make it work.”

Loki gave another smug smile.

“You do know I could be at your other lab and back before you even realized I was gone?”

As uncomfortable as the magic made him, Tony was glad to see Loki this carefree. It was the first time he'd appeared this relaxed since the visit from his family. Without further ado, Tony wrote out a quick list, handing it to Loki. Loki disappeared after reading the list and Tony heard a small crash in the lab minutes later, a floor beneath him with a wince.

Loki's voice floated up moments later. “Nothing broke!”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure.” Loki scoffed, “Are you coming or not?”

Tony moved quickly down the stairs, and sees his equipment set up just as it had been in his lab in New York.

“You know me to well.” Tony said fondly, and Loki frowned, leaning against the table next to where Tony was working.

“To well?”

Tony just shook his head with a smile. “It's a compliment.”

“Human compliments are strange.” he noted, passing Tony the next tool he requested.

“In any case, I'm still going to use them to compliment you. Unfortunately I am human.” Tony said good-humouredly, accepting the tool.

“It isn't unfortunate. I like you just the way you are.” he leans over and kisses the top of Tony's head while he's bent over working, and Tony just rolled his eyes.

“Glad someone does.” He tinkered with a few more things, and then stood back, wrapping it in a tarp and turning with an excited expression on his face.

“Done already? That was quick,” Loki noted skeptically, but Tony just pulls him back outside and towards the plane, crawling back underneath.

“All I need to do is add this bit right here,” there was a clunking noise as Tony attached it. “And presto. Ready to go.” he came back out, clearing the way and then ushered Loki back onto the plane.

“Alright, let's get this thing started.”

The plane starts up as it should've the first time and Loki glanced out the window, gripping the armrests nervously.

“What – don't trust me?” Tony asked playfully, and the plane lurched, making Loki grip the armrests tightly. Suddenly it wasn't such a good idea, and the realization that he was immortal while the other passenger was a human was giving him heart palpitations.

“If this doesn't turn out well, and we get to high, would you mind if I used magic to get us both out?” he asked tentatively, and Tony glanced over, to see Loki's pale face.

“Yeah, course.” he agreed amiably, though it made him uneasy, but Loki looked visibly relaxed. “I won't take us to high.”

At that Loki gave a full laugh. “If you didn't take us as high as possible, I think I would be disappointed that you were holding back because of me.”

They shared childish grins, and Tony guided the plane skillfully higher.

“I'm going to take us over the water. I built it to be able to land on water too.”

“Did you test out that water landing device? or just assume it would work?” Loki asked in exasperation, more amused then upset, and Tony shrugged.

“Well I haven't actually landed on the water myself yet, so I haven't had any real testing, but it worked in the lab.”

Loki made a sound of displeasure, but there was an amused smile playing across his lips.

“Oh Tony, what am I going to do with you?” he asked, and Tony gave a devilish smile.

“well for starters you're going to kiss me,” he turned in his seat, grabbing the front of Loki's shirt to pull him closer, catching his lips with his own.

Loki allowed it to last only a moment before he pushed Tony back, flushed but pleased. “Watch what you're doing! I really would rather we fly this plane without the worry of crashing.” he glanced out the window as they passed over the edge of the cliff and flew out over the ocean. “You're insane. I love you. But you are insane.” he said in awe as he watched them pass over the clear blue water, and Tony felt the rush at his words.

“Let's go higher.”

Loki just watched the landscape disappear and couldn't help his amazement at the man next to him. He was fearless.

“How fast do you think we can go?” Loki asked, and Tony laughed.

“Thought you'd never ask.”

With a flick of a switch and the push of a button, they were speeding through the air far more quickly than before, both men laughing at the sheer exhilaration.

“Looks like this plane is a success.” Tony said gleefully, clearly impressed with his own handiwork, and looked over at Loki. “What do you think? Fly a bit longer or put the plane away?” he asked, worried he may have pushed the other past his limit. He tended to be a bit too worried about Tony's fragility as a human.

“I generally find myself entertained when you've got your experiments going, so whichever you prefer.” Loki smiled, and Tony felt relieved enough to move to his next problem.

“Good. I should warn you though. I've never actually landed a plane before on my own.”

Loki gave an exasperated laugh.

“I don't really find myself surprised at this point,” he replied, much to Tony's surprise, and so he pushed on.

“It cant be that hard though, I've successfully crashed it a fair amount of times. Only from a few feet up, but I know how to fly lower.”

“You promote such confidence in me.” Loki teased, though it didn't go unnoticed by Tony that his long-fingered hands were now gripping the armrests tightly again. “Question Tony, does this thing still rely on fuel or is it completely powered by the reactor?”

“That's one of the kinks I'm still trying to work out.” Tony said slowly, glancing over to see Loki sitting with his eyes closed, expression tense. “I mean we have fuel as back up, but the plane has been burning it, but I'm not sure what for. I mean, it doesn't need it. Or shouldn't.”

Loki turned a flat gaze on Tony.

“I'm assuming this isn't one of the things you tested before?”

Tony grinned reassuringly, or at least what he hoped was reassuringly.

“I'll take her down to land now, that way we don't have to worry about it so high up,” he said, and breathed a sigh of relief when he watched Loki's fingers relax on the sides of the seat. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I'm not worrying,” Loki said suddenly, laughing as the plane jolts, but it wasn't necessarily an amused laugh. I'm rather amused. I think I'm going to make sure you get flying lessons.”

“This is a hobby! I don't need lessons.” Tony protested, but Loki just leaned over, brushing a kiss over Tony's cheek.

“But you'll take them for my peace of mind.”

Tony shot a look at the other passenger, who returned the look with one of serenity, and Tony relented.

“I'll get Rhodey to teach me.”

A triumphant grin flashed across Loki's face as the plane continued to jolt lower and lower as the fuel began to run out, and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes.

 Loki woke up with a minor headache. Tony wasn't in bed, but it seemed to be the middle of the day so that wasn't surprising. Rubbing a hand over his face, Loki moved to get, up, standing to stretch; but the moment his feet hit the ground, an alarm went off, blaring through the room, and he could assume through the rest of the building. He froze in shock, unsure whether to stay or see if something was wrong, when Tony appeared, disheveled in the doorway.

“You're awake.” he dashed across the room, practically tackling Loki with a hug before stepping back and glaring angrily. “What the hell was that?”

Confused, the headache starting to grow more insistent, Loki pressed a palm to his temple.

“Of course I'm awake, what else would I be?” he asked, deciding to start with the first issue.

Tony's glare only darkened. “Oh, I don't know. Maybe asleep like you've been for the last four days.”

Loki looked at him in shock, glancing at the clock.

“Four days? But I just went to sleep – just last night – four days?” he seemed genuinely shocked by the fact and Tony couldn't stay angry, to glad that he was awake. “Why didn't you wake me?”

Tony looked about ready to punch him in the face.

“I tried to wake you up! You might as well have been dead! I wanted to drag you to a hospital but I knew how little good that would do you, so I've just had to wait and its been four days-” he broke off, both angry and relieved, the emotions to much all at once. “I'm dizzy.”

“Have you slept at all?” Loki asked worriedly, and Tony glared.

“Oh yeah I just went right to sleep while I had no idea when you would wake up.”

With a nod and a bit of an exasperated smile, Loki pushed him down to bed.

“You're turn then.” Tony tried to sit up but Loki just pushed him back down.

“I'll be here and awake when you wake up.” Loki assured, while Tony glared.

“How can I know that? Why were you asleep for four days?”

“Magic has a price. It draws on your physical strength just as much as a fight would. I used to much magic. It took a lot of energy to not only remember all of that, but to bring it around us in the room. It was like... well almost like physically going through it again, which I'm sure you can understand was difficult. I didn't want to watch those memories, and so it took more energy to keep them going against my will.”

The anger faded from Tony's expression and he sat up to wrap his arms around Loki.

“I will never let that happen again,” he said forcefully, and Loki nodded against Tony's shoulder.

“I know. Now get some sleep,”

“Don't go anywhere,” Tony mumbled, already starting to fall asleep, and Loki smiled.

“Wouldn't dream of it.”

Loki waited until Tony fell asleep before getting up. He stretched out his aching muscles, no longer surprised he'd been asleep for four days, his body was informing him as such. He sat back down next to Tony, feeling guilty that Tony had been so worried. He'd meant to tell him before of the effects magic could have, but it had never seemed important until then.

“Sorry,” he repeated softly, brushing a hand through Tony's hair. Then he lay back down beside Tony, wrapping his arms around him. “Didn't mean to worry you,” he settled dow to wait for Tony to wake back up.

When Tony woke up, Loki's arms were still around him, and he turned towards him, cuddling against him.

“You did wait,” he said sleepily, and Loki smiled.

“Of course.”

“You could've gotten up you know, I just didn't want you to leave the loft.”

“I know, I wanted to stay. I doubt you left much while I'd been sleeping.”

“Not once. I sent Pepper out for everything.”

Loki laughed. “Of course you did. I think we should get up – shower perhaps.”

Tony just got more comfortable, wrapping his arms around Loki in return.

“I didn't sleep for four days did I?” Tony joked, and Loki rolled his eyes.

“Only ten hours or so,”

“You lay here with me for ten hours?” Tony asked in disbelief, and Loki made an awkward shrugging motion on his side.

“Ten hours isn't really that long in the greater scheme of things.”

“How do you feel?” Tony asked, and Loki smiled.

“Good. Better than when I woke up.”

“What's it like – magic. Using it I mean?”

Loki closed his eyes, and Tony watched with a blank expression, not wanting to appear as worried as he was. The only time he ever knew people to be out for four days was when they were seriously injured, and that was a very unappealing thought.

“It's fantastic. Powerful, dangerous, exciting. A thrill.”

“That doesn't sound like something that would leave you in a four day coma.” Tony noted almost bitterly, and Loki opened his eyes just to frown at him.

“I have to use magic, Tony. It's part of who I am; of what I am. I can't change that about myself.”

Tony felt the instant wave of guilt for ever having let his doubt show, but it was still there.

“I know. Just – four days?”

Again Loki shrugged. “Four days isn't really that long in the greater scheme of things.” he repeated, and this time Tony scowled, sitting up.

“Not for me it isn't. For me four days sets people on edge. Four days and we have to start worrying about brain damage and malnutrition and all sorts of other negative effects.”

Loki propped himself up on his elbow, knowing there were very few things he could say that would comfort the other.

“Tony – what if we went away for a few days? Spent time away from New York.”

Tony shot a questioning look over at Loki.

“Just the two of us?” Tony asked disbelievingly, “No surprise visits?”

Loki felt a relieved smile spreading across his face.

“That is exactly what I was thinking.”

Tony gave a slow nod.

“Alright. Lets go. Right now. We won't tell anyone. We'll just go.” Tony was out of bed and grabbing new clothes, throwing clothes at Loki as he watched in surprise. When Tony turned back and Loki was still in bed, he lifted a questioning brow. “Are you coming or not?”

Loki quickly rose and got out of bed, dressing in what Tony had tossed at him. He pulled on the navy blue shirt and buttoned it up, feeling it stretch tight across his chest. He looked over to see Tony giving him a overly pleased smile.

“This shirt is a bit snug.” he noted, and Tony's grin just widened.

“Hurry up or we'll be late.”

“For what?” Loki said in amusement, and Tony just grabbed his hand, sneaking towards the door.

“Our escape plan. If Pepper sees us, we'll never make the plane.”