These Four Walls
by: Endlessdaydreaming
First attempt at a multi-chaptered Frost Iron. Do tell me if it's worth continuing.
Prologue:
Silence had never been this loud. Anger and hurt practically seeped through the walls of the room, the emotions raw and unforgiving. Tony felt suffocated, like the four walls around him were slowly closing in. He felt like the walls of pride and confidence he had built around himself were slowly breaking. All the walls he built around his scarred self, all the faces of "Millionare Playboy Tony Stark," were ready to crumble. He was too tired to keep himself together - too tired of trying to fix his life, when all that life ever gave him was shit. For once, he would just like to not give a fuck and give up.
And it was all Loki Laufeyson's fault.
"Are you going to ignore me forever, Stark?" Loki smirked, his lip curling to the left. His green-blue eyes were pinned solely on Tony, as if trying to see right through his skin and into his thoughts. Arms folded across his chest, he sat elegantly on a couch right across Tony, trying to ignore the throbbing pain of his broken arm.
Tony didn't even acknowledge the god's existence. He stood by the window, hands in his pockets and shoulders slumped. His hair was a godforsaken mess, his eyes feeling all too heavy to be kept open. He just wanted to sleep and never wake up. What was the point in living, when there was no one to live for? When all the people you've loved have turned their backs on you? When all you are now is a criminal, a prisoner, a man hated for a crime he had never even committed?
"No matter. You are bound to strike a conversation with me sooner or later. Like it or not, we are trapped in these quarters together," Loki said matter-of-factly, his tone light and nonchalant. He continued to stare at Tony's back, at Tony's defeated and pitiful back, and grinned.
He had succeeded. He was this close to breaking Tony Stark. This close. It was only a matter of time before Tony Stark crumpled. Then Loki would see - he would really see – Anthony Stark.
Tony clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands painfully. He just couldn't understand why. What did he do to deserve this? Why would Loki do this to him?
"Why?" Tony choked out, his voice sounding foreign – foreign and broken – even to his own ears.
Loki started, blinking in surprise. He didn't expect Tony to speak to him for at least a day, but he certainly wasn't complaining. The more Tony paid attention to him, the more he could break Iron Man faster.
"Why, you ask, Anthony?" Loki said, a ghostly smile on his face. "Because I want your heart in my hands. I want it in my grasp. I want to break you, and unravel your mysteries one by one."
Loki paused, then repeated again: "I want your heart in my hands."
Tony was in no mood for mind games. He had had enough of everything. All he replied to Loki was silence.
As Loki continued to watch Tony, he sighed. It was back to the silent treatment. He had pushed the human too hard. But when it comes to Tony Stark, hard was always the way to go. Just a bit more, and he would have Tony.
Just a bit more.
Silence had never been this loud.