They were both thrown into the air, both of their bodies hit the windshield then hurled over the hood, flipped in the air, then hard on the concrete. Loki only needed a minute to gather his bearings to process what just happened before there were people screaming. His body was stiff in the concrete casket his body had created like a crater in the crosswalk. It was much like when the Hulk had smashed him within Stark Tower.

Stark.

Loki's heart lurched into his throat as he remembered who he had been with and out of the two which was a god and whom was not. His breath hitched when he sat up, eyes scanning the space before him with a panic before he saw the body beside him approximately five feet away.

In all of Loki's past thousands of years witnessing gruesome violence, death, and mangled bodies, he had never seen a body so unbelievably limp as Tony's.

"No," his voice was fleeting as the breath left his throat in a wisp of air. There were sirens in the distance, some man asking him if he was okay, some woman telling him the ambulance was coming, and a lot more noise inside of his head. Memories, memories of promises, laughter, love, stories, discussions, and anger rushing back to him in an overwhelming tsunami. He couldn't breathe but it didn't matter.

Tony wasn't breathing, and that mattered. Loki's hands were on Tony, his arms curling around him to right his position, right his limbs and straighten his… just everything. To get him out of that uncomfortable position. Tony hated being uncomfortable and Loki was sure he was uncomfortable like that. He couldn't bend easily in weird angles, so why would Loki let him lay in weird angles when he couldn't right his position himself?

Loki could hardly see through the moisture in his eyes as he tried summoning magic. Anything. Any spell that could be conjured for the benefit of a Midgardian. If he could just begin a pulse, heal his spine, heal his bones and his lungs.

"Heimdall tell Odin I need the use of my magic, I need to heal him. He needs my powers. It is most urgent, Heimda-," his voice was cut off in a sob, "please."

Tony's lifeless body lay on his lap with Loki's arms wrapped around him holding the engineer tight to his chest. "Please," he begged loudly. The sirens were becoming louder, horns were honking, people were gathering, and there was a lot of noise inside of his head. Loki did nothing but sob and wish for his powers, wish for Tony to be playing some sick trick, wishing for this to be a terrible nightmare. Something he could wake up to in a sweaty mess and Tony be there next to him holding his face and telling him it was okay, and, whatever it was it was just a nightmare. Loki would make them spend all day inside because what if it actually happened and became reality rather than just a nightmare? He had a sick feeling this was not a nightmare he would wake from.

The ambulances arrived and the paramedics tried to pull Tony from Loki but the god refused to let him go. 'We can help,' one tried telling Loki but Loki just screamed at him there was no human way to help a dead man.

"Odin if you do not help this human you will rue this day far worse than you regret the day of adopting me as your son," his words were lethal, his chest heaving with rage, maybe sadness, or maybe both. Or maybe his chest was heaving with absolutely every emotion void of happiness one could feel. His body was shaking, his vision blurring, and his grip tight on Tony.

He didn't know it had started leaking, or that the crowd had left the scene, or the road had been shut down. He also didn't notice that his brother was there. So was Bruce, Steve, Natasha, and Clint. They stood around him with their faces grim. Mjölnir was tight in Thor's grip as he watched his brother and the lifeless Man of Iron in his grip.

Loki sobbed to the man's face, smoothing back his hair, touching his face. He could not let go of the lifeless body nor could he stop sobbing. His body shook with each sob, his voice hoarse and weak with the deepest pain. The pain ran through his fingers like dark electricity all the way to his torso then down to his toes. He couldn't believe it.

Tony was dead. Tony Stark was dead in his hands from the most avoidable kind of accident out of all the things Anthony Stark did in his life. He fucked the God of Mischief, for crying out loud, and lived to tell the tale. He killed Doombots and Chitauri and had fucking metal shards threatening his heart every god damn day and this is the way he fucking dies.

"Brother," Thor's voice was deep and calm, barely heard over the rain and storm around them, "shall we not bring this indoors?"

"Why!" Loki screamed, "What does it matter to him! He's dead! He can not fucking feel it!" Loki let go of Tony and rose, his knees stiff but he pushed it away quickly. "How dare you find the nerve to speak to me," his voice was barely masked to the rage he felt. "You agreed to send me here with that wretched father of yours. Strip my magic from my very soul but keep me immortal. Was this your plan? Was this Odin's lesson? Cause the Jotun Asgard mutt fall in love and kill him before his very eyes? And when he calls to aid a human that deserves it, ignore his wish? Ignore his wish and let the midgardian die! WAS THIS YOUR PLAN?" Loki was staring to the sky as he cried out and fell to his knees only to begin sobbing once more.

Loki was not coherent when the Avengers carried him and Tony stark into the tower. He sobbed into Thor's chest as the Thunder God carried him down the streets. Captain America carried Tony's lifeless body with a broken expression. The other three walked along in silence, aiding the Captain where needed as they thought of a place to put Tony before things could be… arranged.

Thor brought Loki to the bedroom that had been shared by the genius and the god. Loki curled onto Tony's side clutching the pillow that still smelled like him as he sobbed without breathing. He couldn't lose the smell due to his own breath, his own life, his own scent. Loki had dealt with much loss in his life and this one hurt far worse than anything he had ever endured. He would rather face the lie his father told him one hundred times over, live in Thor's shadow forever, live in the wasteland that is Jotunheim than live knowing that Tony Stark was dead and Loki was supposed to keep living without him.

"Loki, Loki wake up. I can't breathe. You're- you're fucki- ouch, shit, Loki," his voice grew louder as the god clung to his body tighter and tighter. "Ja-," he breathed out hoarsely, "zap him. I don't care how you do it, just do it."

Loki woke up with something mixed between a howl and scream of loss when electricity jolt through his body. His eyes were wild around his bearings before his eyes landed on the figure before him: the living, live, gasping for air figure in front of him.

"Tony," Loki breathed out in a tone that let out thousands of years of built up stress, lies, hurt, and worry. Loki's hands were fast on the man's face, feeling him all over just to feel the hot body beneath his hands. He could feel his pulse in the places he had not felt it.

Tony looked around oddly as he was felt up by the hands in quite an odd way. "Lo-Loki, what has gotten into you?" Tony's hands flew up to stop Loki's searching hands over his face. They had gone to bed pretty angry with one another. Loki was seething over something Tony had refused to do for him, or refused to believe. They had gone to bed with their backs to one another on the very edge of each side of the bed. It left Loki with an unwelcomed draft against his back and a yearning in his chest for apologies and compromises, but he had fallen asleep still angry.

Loki looked down to Tony who no longer looked annoyed as he had just hours ago when Loki had last looked at his face. Loki smoothed his hair back and kissed his lips with the most passion he could muster up, and was happy when Tony returned the kiss with as much apology as Loki was pouring into his mouth. Tears began spilling from Loki's eyes. It wasn't something that Loki ever did- crying was not something he was easily reduced to.

Tony pulled away and wiped his thumbs over the god's cheeks. "What?" he asked highly confused. For him, it had just been a really bad fight with some really nasty words strategically picked from dictionaries in all kinds of languages.

"I watched you die," he whispered, "and there was nothing I could do." Loki's voice was solemn and regretful, "I will never be able to help you if you are in trouble. I can only live and not die because I am burdened with immortality and no powers."

"Well maybe," Tony breathed nervous, leaning up to kiss Loki's swollen lips, "I will eat the apples you have asked for from Thor, so you can stop having those ridiculous nightmares."

Loki stared to Tony with disbelief before he grinned through the tears, "You'd do that?"

"If it means I get to insult you for the rest of time? Absolutely." The look in Tony's eyes told Loki that Tony didn't want to leave Loki anymore than Loki wanted him to leave.