Tony was floating, or more precisely his body was floating. His mind was quite firmly planted in panic overload. He was stuck lost in space with very limited oxygen, no Jarvis and no way back into his universe. Perhaps he was entitled to freak out just this once, quite possibly he's very last such opportunity. Oh great that was hysteria kicking in, the last stage before doom. He blinked once and managed to rationalize at least he had one killer view for his passing when something grabbed his ankle, spinning his suit in a loop and then nothing.
Loki was just pulling himself of off the dented floor; bones kneading back together, torn muscles renewing themselves when he heard the unmistakable sound of Hawkeyes walky-talky break out in static hissing.
"We have a bigger problem, a nuke is heading for New York…only one way it can go."
Natasha's voice rang through next.
"Hurry Tony! We have Loki's staff. I'm closing the portal now!"
Then static and Loki groaned at the irony. Defeated, by his own weapon, (oh the humiliation). Time to get out of here. He managed to get himself into a seating position before crawling up on to hands and knees and using a wall to get himself standing. Suddenly the healing completed with a jolt and he managed to walk forward like nothing happened. Loki approached the window and with one leap intercepted a flying jet ski, throwing the driver of with a kick to the knees. Flying quickly towards the roof he sped past Natasha snatching the staff away before the old fool behind her could so much as turn towards him. Pulling back so the jet ski was almost vertical he launched like a rocket for the closing portal. Flying through just as earths' atmosphere sealed itself behind him.
Loki observed the cosmos with a level mind. Not much he could do out here but try to find another planet to reside on while he reevaluated his approach to world domination. Spinning the machine to the left he suddenly saw that Iron Man suit suspended in mid-air, completely catatonic and eerily quite. Born naturally curious, Loki cautiously guided his jet ski towards the suit. Peering in he saw Stark, peaceful, brown eyes blinking lazily as he appeared to be watching the starlight in the distance. Careful not to damage his machine Loki grabbed one iron foot and attached it to the jet ski with a piece of spare wire he found stuck to the side, must be magnetic connectivity he thought as he tied the other end to the seat and was just about to speed off when he remembered humans couldn't breath in space. A living avenger was probably more valuable then a dead one so Loki fought down a sigh and turned to tap the glace pane of the mask with the tip of his staff issuing artificial air into the suit. Enough to safely sustain the man until they arrived elsewhere. Finally turning back Loki leaned forward and sped away into space, hulling Iron Man behind him.
Tony woke up in a surprisingly warm cocoon of fabric. Not unlike a sleeping bag, consisting of drapes and drabs of multi-coloured rags. A pale hand rested on his reactor glowing the faintest shade of green and vibrating softly. He managed to follow the direction of the hand without moving his head and found it attached to an elbow, which was attached to a shoulder, which as far is he could see was attached to a chest, flat chest. Ok so he's in bed with a man, like that hadn't happened before but although same-sex fucking was nothing new, this overwhelming feeling of content certainly was. Tony debated with himself wether waking his partner was worth loosing the warmth (not to mention the dopy feeling), when the hand stirred and who ever was pressed against him sat up with a moan.
"Damn these stone floors and their unrelenting rigidity."
And there's only one man who spoke like that in that tone off voice. Suddenly everything flooded back, from Fury's sorority get together at HQ to his idiotically heroic escapade into space with a nuke tucked snuggly under one arm.
"Awake I see," a deceivingly soft-spoken voice broke through his thoughts. Tony felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine.
"Didn't' know I was your kind of bloke green eyes, or we would have gotten here a lot sooner." Tony drawled out with a sultry wink, even as his mind raced to calculate several escape routes using current information. He was in a cave of some sort, in a sleeping-bag of some sort, sort of naked with a sort of naked demi-god gone villain behind him and his suit was nowhere in sight. Only one thing to do when life gives you this much lemon juice. Stall like hell.
"So green-eyes mind playing it back for me, you know to recall the magic and all that?"
Loki smirked and sat up further, his tunic falling away to reveal an ugly malnourished chest, so pale, so weak and vulnerable, so…human. He hissed in his own displeasure, failing to note Tony's wistful eyes as he rushed to button up. Damn humans and their need for regulated body temperature.
"What is the last thing you remember?"
Tony frowned as the last bit of flesh disappeared behind nimble fingers.
"That would be shooting myself into space."
Loki nodded as he got up, thankfully his pants where completely intact and Tony felt his gaze following the leather-clad rear as it swayed in front of him. Loki had walked to the mouth of the cave to check on the snowfall before returning, eyes wide, green and blank as they looked through Tony and into the black abyss behind him.
"This cave goes for miles. I hold an interest in exploring it as I may very well be the discoverer; however due to your human incompetency to maintain body heat as a singular entity I must remain here and 'babysit' you."
Tony snorted and sat up, finding himself surprisingly uninjured. He shot the other man an unimpressed look and then one over his shoulder, turning back with a frown.
"Now really why would you "want" to go in there, possibly to your doom (or since you're a god more like eternal entrapment in an ice cream container) when you can stay right here with your new pal Tony and finally get to telling me about where the fuck it is that we are."
Loki raised an eyebrow and kneeled a foot away from Tony's cocoon, piecing together a makeshift pyramid from a pile of kindling. When the pile was big enough he held one palm an inch above the top and mumbled a string of unintelligible gibberish under his breath. Next thing Tony was struck speechless as each twig expanded into a large log and lit itself on fire. This was not happening. Magic was right on the other end of science. The wacky end. He stared at the fire in disbelief and for the first time since he woke, perhaps the first time in quite some years Tony felt helpless, alone and possibly the strangest thing of all, terrified.