Hi everyone! This is my first time attempting to write in this fandom. I have written two stories for Thor with the Thor/Loki shipping and if you want to check it out just visit my profile page.

So as I've said earlier, it's my first attempt to submit a story with the FrostIron pairing…more exactly Tony/Loki.

So I hope you like it!

The continuation of the story might depend on feedback. Yes, sad to say. I just really want to see if people would like my idea.

So enough of my ramblings now and on with the story!

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Title:

BENEATH THE FROZEN SURFACE

Complete Summary:

"Save him…save this world…" He choked the words. His expression didn't falter from its iron stillness. But he couldn't deny the overwhelming emotions any longer.

"Take my life instead." It was almost a whisper and he struggled to raise his head to look up at the being before him. "I will take his place in Hela's realm…I will pay for whatever these people have done to experience this…" He paused, his voice getting caught up in the sob trying to escape his lips. "—But…but give me the chance to let this child—" He hesitantly cradled the little bump of his stomach, "—see this world as how it should be…and be with his father…"

An agonized breath escaped from his lips. The grief was suffocating him.

Warning:

A bit depressing in this part if my writing is effective enough. But the next ones, I can assure you, will be less emotional? Ehehehehe .

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PROLOGUE

WASH AWAY THOSE JADEN EYES

The place was in chaos. There were children crying, several civilians yelling in fear and pain. All around screamed destruction and massive loss. Buildings crumpled in messy ruins littered what you could have once called a road but now even the ground sported enormous cracks and seemed to have split from its depths. The atmosphere was contaminated with grotesque pollution coming from the missile smokes, the heavy clouds of poisonous gases, and the burning ashes flying across the whole of the sky.

The smell of deaths was also unmistakable.

With the amount of obliteration, one would think that this stands as war that would equate to both World War I and II combined. That much was confirmed.

Although as unbelievable as it is. This was not an act of war.

But what of?

Revenge?

Hate?

Entertainment?

Surely no one would ever think that this was an act of love.

The gods must have concealed their wrath for thousands of years that now, they were only releasing as an act to show the humanity what they deserve. But is this what they really deserve?

Despite all the questions flooding inside the fallen god's mind, two things stood up among all of them. He had never felt this weak before, this useless. He didn't know if it was his fault Earth was turned into the battleground for the most cruel creatures and ill-hearted gods.

Was this the result of his own foolishness?

Was he the cause for triggering this unforgivable act? For these beasts to pound this vulnerable planet as if it is a piece of rock meant to be pulverized.

But no…he has learned a lot.

Paying for his sins back when he had tried to take over this world. He did change. He learned. He understood. He felt what those people he had greatly hurt accused him of.

Still, they forgave.

He was forgiven.

And now he was loved. He saw that in the eyes of brother.

His mother.

His father.

The Avengers.

The people.

And then, in the end…

Why does he feel all of the good things he did…the way he had corrected his wrong doings, the way he took great pains to pay for his mistakes, why….?

Why did it feel now that he was once again being punished?

His eyes began to blur. It was foreign to him. The sensation of clear water obscuring your vision no matter how many times you blink your eyes, it keeps coming. It was uncontrollable. And although he had long ago given up taking full control of his being, he hated it.

He hated it because he felt like he was drowning. He couldn't quite breathe. All of his energy was drained out of him.

Yet, at the back of his mind, he was thankful. The emotions were confusing. That was one thing why he had pushed them away so desperately before. He didn't want feeling trapped inside his own sentiments. It was beyond painful.

He doesn't hear the loud noises around him but the eerie silence he could only focus on was all the more tormenting. Ignoring the explosions falling from the greying horizon, he just stayed there kneeling down.

"Please open your eyes." He murmured carefully as if he knew making his voice any louder would scare the still figure he was supporting on his lap.

The weight was heavier and he could recognize that small bit of difference from what he was used to. There was no movement. No movement at all.

From the open mask, he could see a struggling in the slight twitch of bloodied and broken lips.

"This is no time for jests. Answer me…." He said. And by the time an unfamiliar sound escaped his lips, he knew the reaction was but a millisecond of imagination.

"Tony please…" He was struggling to breathe.

He lifted one pale hand to caress the lifeless face of the Iron Man. His fingers trembled as he fingers traced the half open mouth. Not a single breath coming out from those colorless lips.

"You have to wake up…" He heaved. "—for me…for your child…"

"Loki!" It was Natasha. The most unexpected 'friend' he had been blessed with. The redheaded woman he had once called a mewling quim.

"Loki you have to take cover!" She shouted for she was running breathless, barely escaping another flesh dissolving grenade that was aimed directly to her.

She had seen it. How Tony Stark, the man behind the Iron armor, had futilely evaded a direct hit from the blast one of those greenish grey creatures shot at him. For almost two days they have been fighting without so much as a chance to even catch their breaths. It was a losing battle, they know. But knowing as they were the Avengers—the ultimate and powerful individuals chosen to save their world—giving up and standing back down were never present in their protocol.

Seeing as Loki hadn't moved a single inch from his stooped down position over Iron man, she knew he could hear nothing but his own whispers towards the unresponsive man in his arms.

"Damn it." She cursed. She was out of breath. Exhausted. And she knew she has exceeded her limits a long time ago. She was only human. And although she had trained more than what a mortal could obtain, it didn't change the reality that her body was only human.

Before she could even stand back up to approach Loki and her regrettably deceased comrade, another explosion came her way. The impact was so strong she felt her gear and skin being scorched as she was easily thrown away towards a building. No matter how much she forced herself to stay conscious, the undeniable blackness was immediately overcoming her vision. And she was no longer aware of the next events that happened.

Loki heard his name from a distance. However it was instantly replaced with the unnerving silence in his own ears. It is as if he had become deaf of the happenings around him. And he could only see the man who had helped him see the beauty of this world. This world that was now being destroyed as the man lay unconscious in his embrace.

The armor was destroyed, overly so.

You can no longer see the glimmer of red and gold tint on the metal as it was trodden and cracked all over. Definitely, even the bones of the man wearing it were numbingly crushed. From the amount of blood that pooled around him, dried now as it have become a dark mixture of red and brown, his internals had been pierced undoubtedly on all the fatal sides.

It was ironic.

Stark had created his own arc reactor to prevent the shrapnel from reaching his heart. Only now, it was not only his heart that was damaged and he was no longer among the living to even be concerned about his state.

But Loki wouldn't accept it.

And all of a sudden, in the faintest of sounds, a being stood in front of him and his Iron man.

He knew the presence. They were familiar to him.

Although he was supposed to confused, he couldn't seem to care.

"Save him…" Those were the first words that came from his lips in address to the hollow looking presence keeping undisturbed before him.

"Are you speaking of the words your heart cries?" The voice that responded to him was like a strange melody. The syllables spoken danced in the song of peace and harmony. It was a total contrast to the looming cries of death and pain.

"Save this world…" He choked at his own words. His expression didn't falter from its iron stillness. But he couldn't deny the overwhelming emotions any longer.

The hollow creature was one of the great rulers of the Norns. A god belonging in the guardianship of Yggdrasil—a powerful yet delicate being.

The god was watching the form of Loki. The fallen God of Mischief looked so small and vulnerable. His face was ashen with unexpressed grief.

"Take my life instead." It was almost a whisper and he struggled to raise his head to look up at the unearthly creature before him. "I will take his place in Hela's realm…I will pay for whatever these people have done to experience this…" He paused, his voice getting caught up in the sob trying to escape his lips.

"—But…but give me the chance to let this child—" He hesitantly cradled the little bump of his stomach, "—see this world as how it should be…and be with his father…"

An agonized breath escaped from his lips. The grief was suffocating him.

"Let go Loki…" No matter how gentle the voice reached his ears, it deafened him.

"Let go." It repeated.

Finally tears flowed freely from those red-rimmed emerald eyes.

"Please…"

He has long lost his powers, as it was part of his punishment from trying to overtake a realm. This particular planet that was now being destroyed by another.

"Do you understand now what is happening around you?"

Loki was now gasping as he poured out all of his emotions. He did not care anymore.

"Just take me instead!" He cried not in anger but in anguish.

"You have asked me that before. You have asked me to take your life. You wish to die so much?"

"What else could I offer? Although I have lived the likeness of a mortal, I am still a god. What else am I worth of?" Loki said brokenly.

"Do you think that by stopping your existence, everything would just be back to normal?" The Norn lifted its form and knelt in front of him. The hollow being caressed Loki's face and tilted it so they were face to face.

"Say it, my dear deity."

Loki didn't know what the Norn was asking of him. He didn't know the right answer. No matter how much he exceeded intellectual capacities other gods could never dream to have, in the end he could never know what fate has decided for him.

He said the first thing his heart told him.

"I want to live…" Drops of clear liquid fell on Tony Stark's face as the dark-haired god watched his beloved's lifeless form.

"I just want to live…."

The being smiled. It closed its eyes and raised its head to the heavens.

A blinding light followed. It covered the whole of the city—the whole of the planet.

"And you shall…" The voice echoed.

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Ummm…so what do you guys think? Acck I wonder why I write such dramatic plotlines such as these. But well, I can't help myself. Whenever I think of Loki there's always drama popping out in my head.

But no worries…this will not be full-blast drama. That's just the prologue…

And if this does not go well, it will be a stand alone and will be a oneshot. If reviews are more than what I could expect, of course the reward will be an update and the confirmation that this will be multi-chapter fiction.

READ and REVIEW please! Thanks!

Sorry for the very long Author's note at the beginning and end of the story. Ehehehe. .