When we were Together
1
'I'm sorry Mr Stark…its cancer."
Those where the words that started it all- a simple sentence that turned my life shit side up; here it was, my potential death sentence and all I could do was sit there. Stunned into silence for the first time in nearly 19 years…not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. I felt so numb, but at the same time- so angry. Why me?
In the weeks to follow I was admitted to the Presbyterian Hospital to start the, at the time, seemingly impossible road to beating my own bodies aggressive assault. At first, I was in my own private room, but what with, well you know, me being me, I got bored of that fast; especially given how moody my so called "Personal doctor" was.
So upon request (translation – constant pestering of the senior doctor) I was moved down to the high priced, but not quite private ward; and fuck me, I'd almost forgotten the simple joy of talking to people.
From there, it didn't take long to win over the nurses with my undeniable charm and grace; after all, I was known as quite the ladies' man back in high school, hint, hint~
However saying this, sometimes even the prettiest girls can't take all the pain away; so every day, at about 3pm, I'd go for a walk around the hospital- it was HUGE. But back then, I'd yet to start treatment, so I was able to walk like a normal person, and of course, it didn't take me long to see everything; not even a week in, and I was incredibly bored.
The nurses, though very nice, weren't the sharpest tools in the shed, they could do their jobs amazingly well- but holding up a conversation on any of my interests was rather painful… I wasn't used to this; I grew up surrounded by other, so called "gifted" kids…I deeply pined and craved for another sharp mind to rival my own…
Then not even two days later; I got one- I was halfway round my daily walk when I met him, well more like walked into him…but hey; His name, I would later find out by sneaking behind the nurses desk, yeah, don't tell them that, was Loki Laufeyson, the absolute honest personification of tall, dark and handsome with one hell of a tongue to go.
It was like a match made in heaven, even more so when I found he was only three cubicles away from me!
Two smart assed and mouthed, I hasten to add, geniuses on a single ward. What could possibly go wrong with that? Sure, there were the odd verbal arguments, most of which I did admittedly start…but! He did retaliate, so I'm not fully in the sin bin here- or as Pepper would say, 'we're as bad as each other'. Though, between you and me, he's a lot worse. To think he kisses his mother with that mouth.
Buuuut, putting our general spats aside, me and Loki hit it off pretty well. We were no longer just poor, sickly 'little boys' with cancer; we were normal teenagers simply hanging out…we knew from the start of our friendship what cancer plagued us both, but we never brought it up.
He knew what I had, I knew what he had, and that's as far as we needed to go- In the short span of a month, we saw many people slip away; some who were already at deaths door upon our arrival, others who went to bed smiling, and simply stopped breathing during the night- and as much as we laughed and joked, we both knew where we were.
We were at the time, climbing a really high and incredibly steep hill, trying to find the peak… and even with all our support, there was always the chance that at any time of any day, one of us could fall down the hill…we also knew, that should that happen, we may not have the strength to climb it again.
That's what makes cancer such a bastard- the treatment you need to beat it, can also be your undoing in the long run should it take an aggressive turn…it's just a constant battle of trying to stop your own body shutting itself down…and I'd be lying if I said it didn't get tiring. Very, tiring…
But anyway, I'm babbling here aren't I? The whole reason behind this is to tell the story, not bore you all with sappy details, horrible writing and half assed grammar. But admit it; you liked reading my crap really.
After all, it's not every day the great Tony Stark takes a moment out of his precious lab time, to write about something as personal as this.
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Whether or not you read this till the end is up to you. I know how it ends, I don't need to worry if you do or don't- though, saying this…does it really end? Is there honestly an end when I'm sitting here writing this in the first place? I guess that answer could be split down the middle.
After all, there's always an ending to start a beginning. So, let me take you back in time to mine; back to where Loki was always waiting for me.
'When we were together.'
Welcome and thank you for reading chapter 1 of "When we were Together" :3
And just in case people don't understand- this story is like a novel; but only this bit will be in first person, as it's the introduction.
From there on it's going to form into an almost movie setting; the typical opening and basic this is me, this is what's going on blah blah blah, then it goes back in time and begins showing the story like it were happening then and there, not in a memory.
Oh and no. No spoilers, you'll have to wait and see if Loki dies in this or not. The only thing I will say is this may touch on some pretty dark themes, and I'm planning to add in some really angst filled chapters.
So, I hope this chapter has interested some people, and that they may want to continue reading. And yes…this is eventual FrostIron (Tony x Loki)