Hey guys, so this is a new thing im doing and its a oneshot collection :D they're all gonna be frostiron i think, whether established as the one below is, or pre-slash, or whatever, and then ill do other oneshot collections for different pairings later on :D so the way this works is i need words or phrases to base the prompts on, so if you want to leave one in a review, i can add it to my list and thatd be just awesome :D enjoy! I own nothing

1: Fear

The windows shook as thunder rattled the tower. The wind howled and the sky was dark, clouds a deep grey as the storm brewed between them. Tony sighed as thunder rolled again, resigning himself to not getting any work done this afternoon. If the thunder were Thor's doing, he would've sent the guy to Yoga or something to calm down, or off to smash some shit with the Hulk, but Thor was away in Asgard, visiting his mother for the first time in a few months. Loki had been forbidden from travelling, having only recently recovered from a severe injury, gained during a fight with Doctor Doom, and it was to find the sulking God that Tony was headed now.

He keyed in the code to lock the lab and trudged up the stairs. The elevator didn't come down quite as far as this lab, where he did some of his more volatile work, but it did stop on the next floor up, so at least he wouldn't have to walk for. That would be effort.

He waited patiently as the elevator moved upwards, far faster than most elevators do, even if it still felt unbearably slow to Tony. He was pleased when the red and gold lined doors opened to the main living space, where all the Avengers would usually hang out, and lounge around after battles and whenever they had some free time. Currently in the lounge was Steve, watching some sappy rom-com on the TV, Brcue with his newspaper, and Natasha, performing her daily routine of sharpening her knoves where everyone could see. He knew it was Clint's turn to be out prowling the city, letting it be known the Avengers were still keeping an eye out, so he didn't question his absence. There was one thing that bothered him though...Loki wasn't anywhere to be seen. He cleared his throat.

"Uh...Cap?"

Steves head swivelled round to face him as he immediately moved to stand. That in itself was confusing, but the sheer look of relief at seeing Tony there was actually alarming, to say the least. Most of the time, the other Avengers preferred him staying in his lab, except Bruce and Loki, who could handle him a bit better. It meant that he wasn't around to make trouble for them as much, or to ruin their stuff trying to "upgrade" it.

"Tony.." The ever proud captain seemed to almost sag with relief, a small smile gracing his face. "I think you might want to go see Loki...we didn't know what to do...we asked JARVIS to get you but he said you weren't responding to him-"

"I had my music on, loudly." Tony defended, trying to hide the worry building up behind his eyes. "What's going on, whats wrong?"

"The lightning struck close to the mansion and your boyfriend flipped" Natasha drawled from her permission on the couch, twirling a knife between her thumbs. Tony was pleased that the team were comfortable enough with his and Loki's relationship now to so casually refer to them as boyfriends, even if he did still get a bit of a glare from Thor every time it was mentioned. "Started sobbing, screaming, basically had a panic attack...tripped over and hurt himself, ribs are still weak. Cap tried to go after him but he knocked him back with magic, only panicked him worse. He's in his room" She called after the billionaire as he half ran towards Loki's room.

When he stopped outside the door he could hear the heart wrenching sobs of his love from within, and it made the backs of his eyes sting just to hear it. He gently pushed open the door, wincing as thunder rolled again and Loki sobbed all the harder, wheezing as he struggled to pull air in through his panic. Tony rushed to the bed, climbing in behind his balled up boyfriend, running his hands through his hair as he worked to uncurl him from the ball he lay in. He moved the God slowly and carefully, making sure not to cease stroking his hair, laying the deity so that his back was up against Tony's chest, his hand in Loki's cold, pale one. He'd dealt with Loki having a panic attack before, he knew what he needed, it just took a bit of care and patience.

"Come on Loki, breathe with me. Feel me breathing against you, feel my heart beat, feel my pulse in my hands. I want you to try and breath nice and steady, like me, okay? Nice and steady...nice and slow. In through your nose and out through your mouth, baby, just like I am. You can squeeze my hand hard if it helps, if it helps ground you. Feel my hand working through your hair, feel my stomach press against your back as I breathe. Breathe with me, reindeer games. That's it, beautiful, nice and slow. Nice and slow. JARVIS can I have the steady waves track? That's it baby, listen to the sounds of the sea. Now close your eyes, thats it, I've got you..close your eyes. No horrible loud thunder here, just you and mea, and the sea. The waves are rolling in...and dragging back out...in...and out..thats it baby, in and out, nice and slow. That's it beauiful.."

Tony kept up his mantra until Loki's breathing evened out, never stopping his sooting petting of his hair, his thumb working in continuous circles on the back of his pale hand. He noticed Loki's eyes glaze over and held him close, knowing how lightheaded his panic attacks could make him. Tony had been startled when he first realized how afraid of thunder storms Loki was, always assuming he would be pretty much used to it because of Thor, but apparently it wasn't so much the thunder, but the lightning. Since his time with the Chitauri, Loki often had panic attacks when reminded of what he went through under their control. He once revealed to Tony that the flash of lightning, combined with the sound of thunder reminded him of some of their more...creative punishments for him. Tony never felt inclined to ask him to describe it any further than that.

Tony bit back a relieved sigh as Loki drooped against him in exhausted sleep rather than slumping from unconsciousness. He gently wipe the tear tracks from the Tricksters eyes before moving them both into a more comfortable position on the bed. As he mumbled to JARVIS to stop the track and turn off the lights, his arm curled protectively round the God of Mischief laying on his chest, he had just one thought in mind.

Their fears meant nothing when they faced them together.

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