Tony could admit to himself that he was obsessed with his enemy. Obsessed with the dark, soft hair and with his green and luminous eyes. How the god always moved with grace and elegance, even when he was defeated and locked away in that glass cell, originally made for the hulk. Loki had not said a word since he came there, even though the SHIELD officers always were trying to make him talk and spill out information about the rest of the Chituaries.
If he did not know better, he could almost say that he was in love. But that was a ridiculous thought. Loki was his enemy. He was the man who had, just in a few days, destroyed a big part of New York. He had killed hundreds of people. So to say that he was in love would be idiotic. He could not love a person like Loki. It was rather like he was attracted to him, and he was allowed to be. He was almost attracted to everything on legs.
He sighed, it was guard duty for him tonight. SHIELD did not trust Loki enough to let him be guarded by any other people but the avengers. Tony found that a bit ridiculous. The cells were secured with seventy-two different locks and codes, so that nobody could get in without the right codes or the right software.
Tony watched the screen. Loki was sitting in a corner of the room. His hands were shackled behind his back, preventing some of the tricks he had up his sleeves. They were trying to develop cuffs which could contain the magic, but so far they had not succeeded.
Loki was, in Tony's opinion, very beautiful. He loved that pale, sickly white skin that looked like it easily bruised and he loved that thin frame. But what he loved most what that underneath the charade of self confidence and pride was fragments of a broken soul, he loved that the god was not as evil and strong as he wanted to be.
...Okay, he was definitely obsessed. Or out of his mind. Both of them worked. (He could not believe that he described his enemy as beautiful. That was a big no-no thing to do.)
And suddenly, Loki looked up right into the camera (How did he find it in the first place?) like he knew that he was being watched. Those eyes... it felt like they were staring into his soul. Loki smiled a wicked smile, like he was still undefeated, and Tony could not help but to shiver. It felt wrong, like he was planning something.
He got up, walking towards the elevator. He wanted to have a talk with the god, not caring if Fury would kill him for doing that.
Loki was in fact very dangerous, and was even more of a threat now. Before, Tony had the avengers behind him but now he was alone in the building. (Why the hell did they leave him alone anyways? That was stupid and dumb.)
But...
What was life without risks anyway?
A/N: Okay, I know that Tony is quite OOC in many peoples opinion, but this is well, my version of him. I don't think he's that arrogant and "funny" in his thoughts. I believe that like many others, he carries a facade of arrogance to hide himself.
And please, tell me if you would like me to continue on this or not. :)
