After, finally, watching all the Marvels movies I could, finally start a TonyxLoki fan fiction! When I watch the Avengers for the first time, I was already squealing whenever I saw Loki. It got even worst when I saw the scene where Tony and Loki were talking to each other and Loki throw him out the window… I loved that part!

So this is my first try of a TonyxLoki fan fiction. It could be possible that I don't right the person exactly how that one is in the movie. I do my best!

And yes there will be some spellings problem in this fan fiction… Hey I'm from the Netherlands what do you expect? That I will throw every word in the translator to if it's good… Could be an option but NO! NO!

Enjoy the story~~

Behind the mask
Chapter 1

Tony's POV
They always told me that, I could becoming anything. That I would choose my own way in my life. That I will be okay, no matter what I would do. Too bad that those people, who were exactly seeing all of that bullshit, don't have a dad like I have.

Howard Stark. A big man that everybody knows. The director of Stark Industries. And so my dad. Everybody sees my dad ass a great man. A genius. A lovely man, who loves his son more than anything. Even more than his industries. Yeah, he let it show it outside, where all the media is. But at home.. Sigh. I can only say that you don't want to be near him when he was drunk and having a bad day. Too bad it happens every day.

Now who I am? I'm Tony Stark. I'm nineteen. A genius (most people say that it's something from my dad). And a so called 'playboy'. Yes I pretend to be a playboy. I pretend that I have sex with every girl on my school. Well I never shared my bed with a girl before. I never have sex before. Hell! I never kissed a girl before! So why am I pretending? Because of my dad. He is the real playboy in this story. Every day he has another woman with him. And so, I don't have a fucking idea how it happened, everybody thinks I do the same thing. But it all happened when my mom…

A gentle hand was placed on my shoulder and shook me a little. "Tony. Tony, you have to wake up"

I opened one eye and peeked over my shoulder, to the man that was standing beside me. My uncle: Jarvis. I groan. "Five more minutes, Jarvis" I hide my head under my pillow and close my eyes again.

I hear Jarvis laughing, before my blanked was ripped off of me. "No. Now"

I groaned again and search for my blanket with my hand lazily. But I never found it again. So I pulled off my pillow of my head and sits up, rubbing my sleepy eyes. "Fine. I get up"

Jarvis smiles and open the cartons. "It will be a wonderful day"

"Like I care" I said while stretching and get out of the bed. First thing: fucking toilet. Second thing: find some clothes. Third thing: eat something (it will never happen). Fourth thing: be on time on school (will never happen. Even if I woke up hours before I need to go to school). But the rest would, probably, work. I jumped surprised when Jarvis ruffled, my already wild, brown hair. "Hey! I'm not a dog!" I laughed.

"You should hurry up. Before you get late again" he patted my shoulder before leaving my room.

A smile came up my face. I was really happy that Jarvis was there for me. Sometime I really couldn't get my finger on the idea that my dad and he are brothers. They two different persons. But then, I wished that Jarvis was my dad sometimes.

I shook my head. "No time to space out now!" I walked into the bathroom and pulled down my pants to empty my tanks. Yeah, no better way to start a long day.

40 minutes later

"Tony! We need to go! Now!" I heard Jarvis yelling from the stairs.

I looked up from my notebook. "I'm coming!" I closed it and put it back in my desk. I picked up my bag and left my room, while throwing the back over my shoulder. "See. I'm done"

Jarvis just opens the door and shook his head.

I grabbed my jacked and wanted to step outside when…

"Anthony"

I froze. No! Why was he here? Shouldn't he been somewhere else? Like somewhere far! With a woman! Did it went all wrong again, like last time? God, please, don't let him drink already something. Please for once!

"Anthony!"

I, slowly, turned to face my dad. He looked fine. Tired, but fine. I wanted to let out a breath of relieve. But then, I saw the glass in his hand and my heart sunk. Fuck! This was all going wrong!

"Where you going to leave me, without saying anything to me?" Yes, he was definitely drunk. His voice was like that weird drunk way. And how he was walking to me… It was a miracle that he still could be standing on his feeds! O man, I got a big problem.

"I-" I began nervous. "I didn't know you were awake, dad"

My dad snorts and took another sip of his drink. How much did he drink already? "So, you tough: lets just go then. Maybe I was dead. What then?"

I opened my mouth to say something. But nothing came out. If I needed to tell the truth, I would say: than Jarvis would be taking care of me. But, my did will be pissed if I would say that! So the only thing I could do was to shut up!

"He really needs to go to school, Howard" Jarvis said fast in my place. He placed his hands on my shoulders and I could see the way my dad looked, that he was not amused. "Or else he's going to be late"

"Don't you dare to take my son away from me, Jarvis" my dad growls and I knew where did was going to. "Don't you dare to replace him for your dead son!"

I looked up at Jarvis and I saw the pain in his eyes. I bit on my bottom lip and stares, unbelievable, t my dad. How could he said that! I felt Jarvis hands squeezing my shoulders. We needed to go. Now!

"Jarv-"

"I'm not taking Tony away from you, Howard" O god, now Jarvis was getting angry. I needed to fix this. Just get them away from each other. I was dumb for a genius! "I only do what you don't do. Taking care of him!"

I saw it coming. Even before Jarvis was done talking. I saw it coming. I pushed Jarvis out the house and fallowed him quickly. I closed the door and hear the glass shattered against it. My dad yelled something. But I couldn't hear it. Not the pounding of my heart!

"Let's go" I said to Jarvis and started to walk to the car.

I didn't hear any other footsteps behind me first. I wanted to turn. I didn't want that they would start a fight again, because of me. It happens a lot of times and it always end with someone being hurt. But I didn't need to turn, when I felled Jarvis' arm around my shoulders and holding me close. He must be scared that my dad would run out the house and will drag me back. It happened one time.

When we were at the car, he let me go and I took place next to him. I could see that he was still hurt, about the words my dad had said to him. I hated to see him that way.

When he sat down, I placed my hand on his arm to get his attention. "He didn't mean it, Jarvis" I knew that my words didn't have any effect on him. What do you think when your own brother, said something like that!

He didn't say anything. Just smiled and patted my hand. Then he just started the car and drove me to school.

I stared out the window, getting lost in my toughs. How could my dad say such things? He knew, exactly, why Jarvis cared, so much, about me. A) my dad didn't do it. B)… I sigh deep when I tough about it. B) his only son was dead. When those airplanes fly into those buildings, Jarvis' son was there to. So now I'm his son. In some way. He was already taking care of me when I was a baby!

I took a glance at my uncle. I could still see the hurt. Fuck! Why did that asshole had to say such things! I wish I had done something! But I can't! I am so smart. But I can't fix this! And it annoys me!

I looked at my chest, where a blue light was signing trough my black shirt. The Arc Reactor. The only thing that keeps me alive. I sigh, leaning my head against the window and closed my eyes. I don't really know what happened that day. I only remember that I felt pain. Nothing more. It seems like that, my mom and I, went to my dad's work because he had a new weapon. Seems like there was something wrong. The weapon exploded, leaving splitters in my chest. I really don't remember anything of it! I woke up in a hospital with that… thing in my chest! Seems like it's keeping the splitters away from my heart. So it keeps me alive.

I opened my eyes, when I felled the car came to a stop. Great, were at hell! Great!

"I'll pick you up at five" Jarvis said, his voice flat and not looking at me.

I smiled, more for him. "Okay. Thanks, uncle" I clicked by seatbelt out and opened the door. "I'll see you later" I stepped out and put my bag on my shoulder. Before the door really closed, Jarvis drove away. Leaving me alone and lonely. I knew where he was going. To the graveyard. To his son.

I sigh and turned around to walk to the school, when someone walked against me and I had to find my balance again. I glared at the person. "Are you fucking blind or something! Look were you walking, idiot!" I wish I could say more. Like a apologize. But I couldn't, when those light, green eyes of the other person met my brown ones. I couldn't do anything anymore.

Those eyes. That pale skin. That raven, shoulder long, black hair. Who was that? I never saw him before! I would notice someone like him!

The other person glared at me. It was like hiss glare was saying: I'm, fucking, going to kill you (I was not that far away from wrong if I knew who that was). But, I didn't feel any fear. I felt something else. Butterflies? Was that possible?! His mouth opened to say something. How I wanted to know was his voice was like (wait. What!). But another voice was being hear. And I knew that it was not from this person.

"Brother!"

Brother?, I asked myself confused. That voice could only be from the quarterback from our school football team. Thor Odinson. A second later, I saw the blond, big, guy walking to us. Well wasn't that weird.

"Brother, I tough that you wouldn't come anymore!"

"I have no choice" that voice was so… cool. Smooth. I want to hear that more. Wait! Tony! The fuck are you thinking! That's another guy! No! Just NO! The two started to walk to the school. Leaving me behind

And that it hit me. Wait a fucking minute! Thor called that guy his brother. Does that mean that that was…. "No fucking way!" That man was… Loki Odinson. And I insult him for an idiot! I swallowed nervously. This was going to be a hell of a year!

There we go part one of many parts I think. I know it is somehow… weird. But it has to started up. Normally I read things about Loki having some daddy problems. I just wanted to make Tony the one with the problems. So I just did that. It could be that Tony is not like Tony. But the story does not have the name: behind the mask, for no reason.

Yeah it's like 3 in the morning now. So I'm really tired when I was typing this. Sorry for the mistakes and all of that!

Next chapter: Chapter 2: Loki's POV

Until next time!