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Author's Note: And here we meet Part 2! I have done a whole load of planning, which now includes a minimum of 10 stories, which although may take a while to write, keeps me from getting bored in Maths. (Not all will be FrostIron, there's some Clint/Coulson and some Charles/Erik around, but FrostIron is my main pairing). I don't know how often this will be updated, nor how regularly, so sorry in advance! Thanks to everyone who followed, reviewed, and added "My Heart Lies Next to Yours" to their favourite lists, it means a lot! Prompts are welcomed, just message my either through this site, or through Tumblr. My name is exactly the same everywhere. Enjoy!

If Only They Knew

"Tony!" Loki emitted a whine, crossing his arms in annoyance. Tony didn't look up from his paperwork, but gave a small smile.

"Ah-hum?" The engineer sounded amused. Loki huffed.

"You're not listening!" The god sounded frustrated, the barest hint of annoyance breaking into his tone. Tony finally looked up.

"What did you say?" Tony gave one of his famous wide-mouthed grins. Loki narrowed his eyes.

"I want to go home." Tony sighed, laying down his StarkPad.

"I know. But it's only been two days since you woke up. I don't want you hurting yourself." A sly grin crept onto Loki's face.

"You are worried about me?" Tony turned an exasperated gaze on Loki.

"Yes, I'm worried about you. You were in a magical coma for fifteen days. If that doesn't give me the right to be worried, nothing does." Loki stared with wide eyes. Tony looked up from his work, meeting them.

"Now that's verging on creepy." Loki continued to stare.

"Sorry." His tone suggests he wasn't at all sorry. Tony sat aside the pad with a sigh, and moved onto the bed alongside Loki, pulling the god into a hug, pressing a kiss to the dark hair.

"I'd thought I'd lost you. I don't ever want to go through that again. So allow me to mollycoddle you." Tony ended with finality. Loki huffed a laugh into the engineer's chest.

"I'll be good." Loki promised. Tony raised an eyebrow.

"And that'll last all of a day." Loki grinned.

"I said I didn't lie to you." Tony pointed to Loki's hands.

"You're crossing your fingers." Loki stared at them in mock exasperation.

"Damn it."

o0o

Steve paced outside, Natasha and Bruce rested against each other. Charles was reading a hospital magazine, waiting for Erik to return from the canteen. Clint and Coulson had mysteriously disappeared.

Natasha had grinned when they left. Charles had turned bright red.

"Do you think we should go in there?" Steve guestured towards the door. "I mean, he did help us. We owe him a thank you." Charles shrugged, just a twitch of the shoulders.

"I still don't trust him. He's a supervillian from a different realm. The only reason we've never had to go up against him is because Tony always managed to delay us. What if he turns on us? I don't particulary want to get my throat slit in the middle of the night. He's not trustworthy." Charles's low voice was raw, but calm. Natasha nodded from where she was lounging on Bruce.

"I agree. He's fifth on SHIELD's most wanted. We can't just let him into our lives like he isn't dangerous. I know Tony seems to be in love with him. But his eyesight is tinted. He's a threat." Steve nodded slowly.

"I'd been having the same thoughts. He could be an asset to us, especially now we don't have Thor."

"Where has he gone?" Bruce asked, his voice soft.

"Back to Asgard. Tony won't let him back on the team, whether Loki is on the team or not. Not after what Thor did." Steve replied, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. "But back to the point, Loki could be a huge asset to us. But he is a threat. I can't ignore that. We can't ignore that. The world knows who he is. It would not only be incriminating for us, affliating with a supervillian. And however much Tony says Loki won't double cross us, Tony is biased. We can't take anything he says seriously into account." They all looked at each other, their faces serious.

"We need to talk to Fury." Steve nodded.

"I'll get onto him. He needs to be informed of Tony and Loki's relationship. He knows Thor attacked Tony, but he isn't aware of Loki. He needs to know. He takes the decision."

o0o

Tony snored, his head lolling on his shoulder, his legs splayed out in front of him. Loki watched him, his head resting on the soft pillow. His hand was laced with Tony's calloused one, slowing rubbing circles into the engineer's palm.

He, Loki, had been in the same position Tony had been in only days ago. Except Tony had gone. Tony hadn't run away.

And Loki still couldn't understand why.

He was faulty. There was no other way to phrase it. He was manipulative. He lied. He cheated. He backstabbed. He succumbed to jealousy oh too easily. He didn't share. He had a problem with authority. Everyone he loved got hurt. Got broken.

And Tony loved him.

Loki gave a small smile, eyes still on the sleeping man. Tony wasn't perfect either. But their faults – and there were many of them – complimented each other. They balanced each other out.

He'd never thought that he'd find someone who he'd love. And love him back. Tony had always been there, the steady constant in the chaos of his life on Asgard. Whenever things got too much, he'd just seek Tony out, and they would watch cheesy films and eat ice-cream until the early hours of the morning, when they'd finally fall asleep, curled up against each other. Loki had once spent a full month on Midgard, with Tony. He had pulled one prank too far, and had changed Thor, The Warrior's Three, and Sif, into pigeons.

He hadn't stayed around too find out the consequences.

He'd enrolled in High School. He and Tony had waltzed through life, drinking and laughing and trying to hook up with girls.

It hadn't lasted.

Odin had searched Asgard, and all the other realms to find a way to undo Loki's magic. As soon as the magic had been reversed, Odin had sent the 5 warriors to Midgard to bring Loki home. Tony had tried punching. It hadn't worked.

Tony stirred in his sleep, murmuring something initelligble. Loki's emerald eyes flittered over Tony's face, watching every emotion play out, frowning at the creases in Tony's forehead. He wanted to brush away the frowns, to ease the pain that caused them. He raised Tony's hand to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss to it. Tony tensed, and bleary brown eyes focused on Loki. The god gave a hesitant smile.

"Let's go home."