Loki didn't know where he would go. Nowhere across the nine realms wanted him. He realized with a cringe that never in his whole fucking life had he ever been truly wanted. He had saved up just enough magic to get out of that prison, that absolute hellhole, in such a supposedly magnificent place as Asgard. There was no possibility he would ever set foot in that world again. The higher-ups thought they had constrained him, that they had ripped away his magic. But no. There was still that little bit that would always linger in his being, so he resisted crying out, endured the pain and suffering in that wretched cell. It had been worth it to see those pathetic guards faces when he began to disappear before them. Screw Odin, screw Asgard, screw any preconceived notion of home and family. He had none. But then it came, the question of where in Valhalla above to go.
Midgard seemed like the only available option, even though he was sure they wouldn't care to much for him there. It was risky to say the least. There were many people there who would be happy to put a bullet right in between his eyes, not that he could blame them. But he wouldn't go back to Asgard to rot and suffer for the rest of his seemingly too long of an existence. He grew weary. Every muscle, every bone that made up his body ached and he grew weary. Every injury he had endured throbbed in uncontrollable pain. His magic ran thin, until it was now nonexistent. Loki was running off of his own life source which had already taken a pretty brutal beat down. He had to go somewhere soon, or he would crash land with less hope for mere survival.
A place fluttered into his find. Why, he had no clue. Why in the world did his mind want to summon him to Stark towers? It wasn't as if he'd be safe there. The main occupant was on the short list of people Loki had pushed out a window. There was no time to think of any place elsewhere.
Except something went wonky. Instead of landing in Stark towers, he was about 3 yards outside the building. On the 18th floor. Before he even had a chance to let loose a couple of colorful foreign curses, Loki felt himself freefalling. What a pathetic way to go down. He couldn't just poof himself away. That pavement was going to hurt quite a bit. More like quite a hellova lot, Loki thought to himself. As the ground neared, he looked into the passing window and found a quick amusement in the gaping face of the one and only Tony Stark. And then the ground came, and the pain came with it. His head throbbed for a moment before Loki passed out entirely
"Alright, I need some answers, and some reasons. Please tell me why I willingly dragged your sorry ass up here. Or why you were falling off my house in the first place, when only a year ago we sent you away for, I don't know, trying to rule the world, launching me out a window. Yeah, let's start there." Tony wouldn't exactly say he felt threatened. He knew he could have this guy destroyed in a matter of seconds. He was just mostly startled, and a little pissed. It's not every day he comes out of his lab to see a super-villain falling through the air outside of his house. And how had that cocky bastard gotten off with only a year? He seemed a bit worse for wear, however. The sociopath didn't seem to quite be in the take over the world mindset.
Loki tried to stand himself up, and was quite aghast to find he couldn't. No, he had only just gotten away from that. He eyed around anxiously for the constraints, but there were none. He was merely too weak to move. And Tony Stark's face, twisted with anger, wasn't exactly the easiest thing to wake up from a blackout. The worst part was that he had no reason for being here, no alternate scheme. It was merely the first place that came to mind. Not that he would be believed in the first place.
"I guess you could say we're even now? Though I really got the short end of it. I mean, I did not have a suit to swoop me up. I had to the ineloquent move of hitting the ground." Loki's face twisted up into his classic mix between a grin and a smirk.
"So you're gonna try to be clever now. Is that really your game when you land unconscious outside my apartment. Why shouldn't I just kill you now hotshot? Though you're never exactly warm are you?" Loki cringed intensely from the spot where he lay on the couch. "Yeah, don't think I don't know about who you really are. Your SHEILD profile told us everything. You're the monster parents tell their children about at night." Oh gods, shut up, Tony thought to himself. Control your mouth, shut up, now you're just being a jerk. Learn when to just shut up, Tony reprimanded himself. "So, um, why don't you just zap yourself away right now?"
Tony looked over to his uninvited houseguest and noticed shuddering shoulders. Looking closer, he saw a steady stream of tears falling silently down Loki's pale skin. Now he had gone and done it. The point of banter the way he delivered it was to get the opponent riled up, not make them cry. A sobbing Loki Laufeyson was not how he intended to spend the evening.
"Do you actually think I'm able to use magic now, Stark? I can barely move." The words were choked out slowly and painfully. And as much as Tony hated to admit it, he actually kind of took pity on the guy.
"Alright. One night you can stay here. One night. And if I'm dead before morning, I'm going to kill you."
Yeah! First frostiron! The namesake of this song is the Good Charlotte song Wondering. I feel like just going into massive fangirl mode now, but it's late and I'm tired. So thank you for reading, I hope you've enjoyed. A couple of days ago, I bought a new fedora and the DVD of Thor. Then I found a picture of Tom Hiddleston wearing a fedora and just about exploded. I love him so. Oh and if you get the chance, look up the video Tom Hiddleston: IMPRESSIONS! And if you want a good read, Im reading an actual Norse mythology book called Odd and the Frost Giants. Both are amazing. Thank you for reading this and any feedback is greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed!
