#starrystarksky

The time they met again was two weeks after Loki disappeared from Earth. It was in the workshop and, as usual, Stark was working. Loki knew where to find him, and that one time... He solely needed it. Not only because of the sharp pain in his chest, but also because he had problems this time. Big ones.

It turns out not all realms took well of Odin having an interworldly Ambassador. And so Loki found himself in battle, a battle of which he came out victorious but not without its price.

A curtain of red blood colored half of the God's face as he stumbled forth into the workshop, falling to one knee in front of a table and leaning against it not to face the floor. There was a protruding bone out of his shoulder, locked in a disfigured angle, clearly dislocated. He coughed out, and blood came from his lips as well.

"How wonderfully ironic it is to think I have fled from you, just to return seeking out for assistance." Loki whispered with whatever remaining strength he had left because damn, that one had stamina.

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Bruce had been standing in the doorway for about a minute now, a file folder in hand. He’d been lead by the sound of Tony’s voice, wanting to discuss some calculations with him, but stopped when he not only heard Nat, but also.. Loki?

He stood by the doorway and his eyes widened and he finally decided to speak up, stepping into the room now. “Tony, you have got to be kidding me. Really?” He questioned, arms crossing tightly across his chest. “You couldn’t find anyone else to sleep to sleep with? Tony, this is absolutely the stupidest thing you could do.”

Get a gift from your King || 03/10

“Indeed, Stark, you have.” The God had soft eyes narrowed at him, a pleased smirk splattered accross his face. “Your gift shall be the one most… Personal, from me.” In Tony’s hands, there was a box. A very small box, fit within a mere hand, and it was black, velvet soft around its edges. A box fit for a ring. “Open it. Have care with it, it could be… Deadly. Meant to use on the fourth finger of your left hand.” Of course, it was no deadly gift. Only deeply… Alluring. Made of Asgard gold.

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“‘What’s in it for you’? You mean aside from a piece of this?” Tony asks, raising a brow and gesturing to his form. “I’ll have you know people used to fight each other for the chance to bed Tony Stark. You should consider yourself lucky.”

Bruce looked down, his hands rung his shirt in his hands. “I got that when I was little.” He cleared his throat a bit, feeling a light touch on a thin mark on his lower back, “I didn’t know that was still there.”

"Step forth." Loki told the man, very much amused with the other's face of mistrust and curiosity at the same time. Barely did he know, into that box was one of the deadliest Asgardian weapons of history. One that shot beams of energy, just alike Stark's suit's hand, but much stronger.

One of those would open a hole on Thor's chest. Or Loki's. It held much more meaning than just being a simple weapon for Stark's likings; Loki knew Tony would find a way to copy the same energy into his suit.

He was giving the man power to kill him. It was too much meaning for just any gift.

"Open it, Stark." Loki spoke again, looking at Stark with curious eyes, eager for a reaction. "Be not afraid. You shall like this one much more than you imagine."