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Anthony Stark was tired. He'd been working on suits for days on end, without so much as a water break. He had to get the newest software that he'd developed downloaded, otherwise there would be a major malfunction. Tony wiped sweat off his forehead, unbearably hot in the lab. "JARVIS, turn off the lights."
'Yes, sir'
Tony left, and walked upstairs. He grabbed a whiskey from the bar, and flopped into bed, drinking straight from the bottle. He was halfway through the bottle when he heard a crash from outside. Grumbling, Tony decided to check on what the loud noise was. As he walked out of his room, he noticed a blue body on the middle of his living room floor.
As he neared it, Tony realized that the face vaguely resembled Loki, the god of mischief. He poked it with his foot. The body stirred, and red eyes opened. Tony yelped, and hopped back.
"Please. I require assistance, Anthony." The voice slurred, sounding drunk to some degree. "Um, who are you? What are you?" Tony offered a hand to the figure lying on his floor.
"It is I, Loki Laufeyson, God of mischief and chaos. I have come seeking your assistance due to my unstable condition." Tony didn't snatch his hand back when the god grabbed his hand. As Loki struggled to pull himself up, Tony noticed a large open wound on his back. "How'd that get there, Loki?"
Loki mumbled something, and then more audibly said that he needed a wrap for his wounds.
Anthony went to his bathroom and got gauze and an antibacterial gel. As he returned, he saw Loki lying face down on the couch, his back up. "M'kay, Reindeer Games, want me to rub this in or you?" Tony heard a large sigh. "I can't reach my own back, Anthony, of course you have to do it. Don't worry, I am in no state to attack you, and I trust you will not harm me."
Tony shrugged, and started rubbing the gel onto Loki's back. He heard groans of pain, that eventually died down. Tony grabbed the wrap, and lifted Loki's midsection as to slide the gauze under. As he was wrapping the wound, Loki whispered. "Why are you helping me, Stark?" Tony chuckled. "Well, for one thing, you showed up on my living room floor half naked, begging for my help. Second, I'm half drunk."
When Anthony finished up, he carefully helped Loki up, leading the taller man to the bed. He helped him in, and brought the blanket up for Loki. "Thank you, Anthony."
"No problem, Reindeer Games. Sleep tight."
