#hammergod

In private, to us both...it almost feels like we want nothing more than brothers again.

Impossible dreams for the young and naive.

Contained fire place in a metal barrel: Get set on fire every time.

Fall off cliff and land behind Loki and Thor: Die.

Fall off elevator that doesn't have railings while trying to scan Loki with cyborg eye: Swiftly die.

Get into enclosed Elevator were there is no possible way to fall off: Fall through floor and die.

Find out Tony is the only one with a VIP pass on the second floor of the imperial fleet: Get drunk, fall over railing and die.

Given how he and Tony had ended up on the floor Loki had no doubts that the mortal would be complaining in the morning of a sore back if he wasn't moved. The mischief-maker could almost hear the complaints in his head as he pushed himself to his feet, only kneeling again to gather Stark up and drop him onto the couch a foot away. It was easy to toss the body and he only received a minor grunt of protest before hands were blindly grabbing for him. Loki assumed the mumbled mess of incoherent words that spilled from between those lovely lips were a summon for him as well, but the god had another matter to attend to. 

Looking at his hands, even in the darkness, revealed the obvious shade of blue they had taken. Loki had known his magic was severely depleted, but to see the Jotun hide, the markings and he was sure his red eyes fully visible, had the trickster concerned. Instead of using the power stowed away in his engagement ring to hide the form again he made sure it was directed to the other portions of his illusions so they had no chance of failing while he recovered. As this flow was changed and the magic settled in its new course the immortal was retrieving a few blankets from his room on that floor to lay over his restless partner. He didn't want Tony getting too cold when he laid down with him again and Loki knew very well how chilled to the touch his skin now was. Not frost-bite cold, but it could still feel like ice and numb given enough time.

 Padding his way back into the living room with the desired coverings in hand the taller made sure to toss his favorite one over the mortal first. A green and gold quilt, the first blanket brought to him after it was discovered how cold he grew with his magic drained. Tony took right to this and two more were laid over the first before Loki leaned over to tease his cool lips against a warm cheek. "If we both hope to fit I need you on your side." His breath was likely what caused the visible shiver through the engineer's body, but his words were complied with. Tony was just too tired to argue, not even bothering to open his eyes.

Moving to climb over and lay behind the man, Loki paused when another figure passed through the room. This one's height surpassed even Loki's, broad-shouldered and footsteps heavy with purpose. The trickster knew exactly who it was and his now narrowed red eyes followed the figure as it disappeared, heading for the door. "I will be back." He promised Tony with a whisper before slipping away like the shadow he was. 

Thor was going somewhere and he needed to know where.

Thor: I wish shippers would call themselves sailors instead

Loki:....

Thor: Think about it! It would be better!

Thor: They're sailors of their ships, sailors going down with their ships

Thor: When someone falls off the ship it's a man overboard.

Loki: You are a brilliant human being.

Thor: One day they will talk of the day I changed the Internet.

Loki: Yes, it will start something like this

Loki: 'Gather around kids and let me tell you about the time when I changed the Internet'

> He hates orange juice.

> He threw Coulson out of a window once.