Warnings: FrostIron, slash, drug use, language. Don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing in this wonderful universe. D:
Ok, this is my first frostiron fic, I have fallen in love with Loki over the past few months, and have been in love with Tony for years, so naturally I fell in love with the pairing. This is set after the avengers and by this point Tony and Loki are in an established relationship and have been for at least a year. I know it's very vague on some points but hey it's a one shot. I really hope you enjoy it, and I apologize if you don't.
"Loki? Hello, are you listening? Loki?"
Loki's head snapped up and he glanced over at his partner; Tony Stark was gazing at him worriedly, his brown eyes wide. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling okay?"
Loki looked quite unwell at the moment, his skin was even paler than usual, there was a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hands were trembling slightly. This was alarming because, although the God had had his magic taken from him, he was still a God and never got sick.
Loki simply glared at him and replied with an overly-snappy "I am fine, I have told you before you needn't worry over me, it is quite aggravating." He stood abruptly and turned to head towards the hallway but Tony reached out and grabbed his thin wrist to stop him.
"What the hell is with you? You've been talking to me like I'm a dog lately, and I don't appreciate it. Something is off with you, why won't you talk to me?"
"Do let go of me you fool," Loki snarled, jerking his arm out of the billionares grasp, "and leave me alone." He then stalked down the hall and into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Tony stared after him, running his fingers through his hair and sighing. He loved Loki, he really did, but lately the God had been acting so strange. He locked himself in his room the majority of the time and kept to himself. He no longer would sneak into Tony's room late at night or drag him up to the roof of stark towers to stargaze or sit in the passenger side of one of his cars while he worked and ask him questions. There had always been a fire in his green eyes that would dance and sparkle when he laughed and glow menacingly when he was angry, but that fire had completely burned out; his eyes were dull and lifeless. He never even laughed anymore, he was always so emotionless, so stoic. There were no more late night talks or electrifying make out sessions; they hadn't even made love in months. Thinking of all these changes in his lover made him sick, and he decided that he couldn't do it anymore. He needed to know what was wrong with Loki, and he needed to know now; he wanted the man he fell in love with, his Loki, back.
"Steady now.."
Loki sat in the floor in his bathroom, every nerve in his body tingling like a livewire. It had been far too long since he'd been able to sneak away, to indulge in what had slowly become his love, his life, his everything.
"Tony just doesn't understand, not like you. He could never give me what you have given me, and I could never feel this way about anyone else." He went through the motions, hands shaking in anticipation. Stick the needle in the vial, pull the plunger of the syringe back, making sure to stop at the correct line. Pull the needle out, roll up the sleeve on the shirt, try and find a spot that wasn't already marred by layer upon layer of scar tissue. There is the vein, quickly stick the needle in, push the plunger down slowly; Yes, there it is! There is no other feeling like this, none other in the world! Loki leans his head back against the side of the bathtub, overwhelmed by the pure euphoria. It was almost too much to bear, nothing even came close to it. His entire body was trapped in ecstasy; he couldn't even move and could barely breathe. He was so caught up in his glorious orgasmic haze that he didn't notice the door being swung open, the horrified gasp, the footsteps rushing towards him; so it came as a bit of a shock when the empty syringe was ripped from his hands. His eyes snapped open, glancing around wildy for a second, then rested on Tony, holding said syringe, looking livid.
Shit.
"What the hell is this Loki? Heroin? You are doing heroine?"
"Aw come on Tony!" Loki whined, giggling and snorting behind his hand "It's okay! I know, I know, you're jealous, but you just can't compete Tony. There is nothing like this, and I love him so much, he makes me feel so alive!" Loki rambled, than burst into hysterical laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. Suddenly he stopped and his head slumped forward, his breathing slowed. "Tony I'm tired, just let me sleep, it's bedtime. Ooh!" Loki squealed, head bolting up, eyes wide. "Hey, will you read me a bedtime story? It must be bedtime for me to be this tired!" Tony was dumbstruck, watching Loki act like an ADD child; he couldn't even begin to process how he was feeling at the moment. He was so angry, so distraught. How did Loki even get his hands on heroin, let alone become addicted to it? How long had this been going on? Now he really felt sick; he opened his mouth to say something, but Loki's next words sent him flying over the edge.
"Hey, don't look so sad. I know, you can have some, I will share him with you. I know it's not the same, but he will make you feel better, I assure you. He always makes me feel better when I'm sad." In an instant Tony was on his feet, towering over the dazed God whom he yanked up by the collar of his shirt and slammed against the wall roughly. Before Loki had even a chance to protest, Tony was in his face, hissing dangerously, eyes shining with tears of rage and despair.
"Loki Laufeyson, I don't know where the hell you got this crap, or what the fuck you think you are doing, but this stuff is dangerous, it can and will kill you. You do not do things like this and hide them from me. I don't care how long you've been doing this, or how much you love it, but it ends now, or your pretty little ass is going straight to a rehab center. Do you understand me?" Loki merely giggled some more, he seemed to be trying to form a coherent response, but he was too far gone. His eyes were glassy, breath coming in shorts gasps.
"Oh Tony, you're so cute when you're jealous." Loki patted his cheek and then slumped down against the wall. "I'm tired, let me sleep Tony." With that Loki was fast asleep, snoring softly. Where was the fun in a drug that just made you pass out anyway? Tony knew he had to act fast before the God of mischief awoke, so he picked him up, surprised by how light he was, and carried him into his own room and laid him down on the bed.
"Jarvis, seal Loki's room completely shut, open it for no one but me, and do not let Loki out of your sight. He tries to go anywhere near that room, you let me know immediately and make sure to stop him. Got it?"
"Yes sir." The posh AI responded.
"Good." Tony sighed and ran his fingers through his dark hair a few times, trying to hold himself together, "It's ok, it's all gonna be ok." He told himself in a trembling voice. He pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat down. "Jarvis, will you put some coffee on?"
"Yes sir." Jarvis replied, and seconds later Tony heard the comforting sound of the coffee maker. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the plush back of the chair, suddenly feeling exhausted and falling into an uneasy sleep.
Tony heard it before he opened his eyes: a pitiful, whining sound, coupled with choked sobs. It took him a moment to snap out of his sleepy haze, but when he remembered the events of the previous night, his eyes shot open and he began searching the semi-dark room anxiously for the raven haired God, whom he found on the floor in a heap, shaking violently. It was then that Tony smacked his forehead; he had forgotten all about withdrawal. He had seen it before and it was not a pretty sight; this was gonna be one hell of a ride. But he loved Loki, and he would get him through this. He moved slowly towards the taller man and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Loki, you okay?" Tony was not prepared for Loki's response and it left him reeling. The God turned on him, looking like a feral, wounded animal. His tear-filled eyes were so bloodshot they glowed red, sweat dripping from his starch-white skin, barely able to speak around his chattering teeth.
"Where is it? Give it to me Stark, now!" He growled, sounding like a feral, wounded animal too. Tony found himself backing away slightly, truly frightened; this isn't Loki, it's the drugs, he reminded himself. He looked Loki squarely in the eye, speaking gently yet firmly.
"I told you last night, but I guess since you were high as a kite you don't remember; this is over Loki, you are done with this. I refuse to let it go on any longer, so you're gonna have to deal with it, and you can thrash and scream and pitch a royal fit, but I'm standing firm on this." Pitch a royal fit he did. He lunged and jumped on top of Tony, snarling like a wild lion, clawing and slapping at the billionare. Damn Loki was strong, but after some struggling Tony finally managed to flip over so that he was on top of the God now, pinning him to the floor.
"Loki stop this right now! Calm down or I swear I will have Jarvis call Bruce. Now you listen to me dammit, I love you, and if I don't stop you from doing this you're gonna die! I know it feels damn good, but it's lying to you Loki, it is destroying you, and I can't lose you, I need you! Please, please Loki.." Tony trailed off, sobbing hard into the God's shoulder, who appeared shell-shocked. Neither of them said anything for several moments, and then Loki finally spoke in a small, shaking voice, sounding like a twelve year old child.
"I'm so scared Tony." When Tony raised his head he met emerald eyes filled with tears and massive with terror, but they were his eyes, this was his Loki. He hugged the man tightly to his chest, stroking the soft black hair and soothing him with soft words.
"I know, but it's going to be alright, I promise. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, and we'll get through this." Loki groaned, his face turning a sickly shade of green, and he bolted for the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and retching violently. Tony stood and followed him in there, rubbing the Norse God's back gently and holding his damp hair back. Loki finished and slumped against the geniuses chest, moaning and coughing weakly. Tony was ready with a damp washcloth which he began cleaning the other man's face with.
"You ok Loki?" Tony asked softly.
"I feel terrible." Loki croaked, looking up at Tony sadly. The shorter man wrapped his arms tightly around his love and kissed his feverish forehead tenderly.
"Withdrawal won't be fun kid, but I'll get you through it, I promise. We'll get through it together." Loki leaned into Tony's embrace, snuggling his face against his chest and closing his eyes.
"Tony?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Tony pressed his lips once more to Loki's forhead, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I love you too Reindeer games."
And this is the song that inspired this story, called my heroine by silverstein. I highly recommend it. Hope you enjoyed the story and let me know if you want me to continue, if I get enough interest I will. Please review? I'm open to constructive critisism and I'll love you forever.
The drugs begin to peak, a smile of joy arrives in me
But sedation changes to panic and nausea And breath starts to shorten, and heartbeats pound softer
You won't try to save me You just want to hurt me and leave me desperate
You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had
I can't forget the times that I wasLost and depressed from the awful truth
How do you do it? You're my heroine
You won't leave me alone Chisel my heart out of stone I give in every time
You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had
I can't forget the times that I wasLost and depressed from the awful truth
How do you do it? You're my heroine
I bet you laugh At the thought of me thinking for myself
I bet you believe That I'm better off with you than someone else
Your face arrives again, all hope I had becomes surreal
But under your covers, more torture than pleasure
And just past your lips there's more anger than laughter
Not now or forever will I ever change you
I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit
You taught my heart a sense I never knew I had
I can't forget the times that I was Lost and depressed from the awful truth
How do you do it? You're my heroine
I will save myself