Sorry for being so late with this. I've been so tired lately. And sorry for always writing such short chapters. I hope you like it anyways.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he started to get insecure. Everything he had planned to say and ask was wiped away from his head, leaving him there without words. And he could not back away now, it would be to embarrassing and Loki would probably laugh at him, thinking that he's weak and pathetic. So he tried to gain some courage, and managed to let a weak "Hello." pass his lips.
And Loki just stared at him with those beautiful and now amused eyes.
"I am a bit disappointed." Loki drawled, and Tony was surprised over hearing Loki talk. He had not done it in a while.
"Thor tried to convince me that you were one of the more intelligent mortals, but I guess he was wrong as always. 'Hello' is not a very creative."
Tony felt like he should have come with a snappy response, but he still did not know what to say. He felt like a fucking idiot, like that stupid and shy SHIELD agent who always stared at him, and never dared to talk to him.
"Are you hungry?" he tried to say. "I mean, you have not eaten since you came here. And I'm not sure if you ate before that, either. You look like one of those anorexic models in the magazines." He said. "Thor eats all the time, so I guess you need food too. And you-…" Tony stopped himself when he realized that Loki was glaring at him.
"Stop annoy me. I don't require food. I can go years without food." He snapped. "And why would I accept food from enemies? From a disgusting little rat like you? You could try to poison me."
Wow, mood swings. Well, Tony could not really blame him. He was locked into a glass cage without anything to do, and was constantly reminded of his failure. But Loki had himself to blame.
So he just stared at the man for a while. His hair was greasy and he looked distressed and just so pitiful. He was not like the maniacal god he had met on the battlefield at all. And that made it just a bit easier for him to accept the fact that he found the god extremely attractive.
"We don't want you dead." Tony said. That was actually half a lie. He was quite sure that Clint, Natasha and Fury wanted nothing more than to see him die a painful and humiliating death after everything he had done. "Well, I don't want you dead at least."
Loki snorted, and suddenly got up. He stood on both of his feet, graceful even though his limbs must have been very stiff after sitting in the same position in days. He started to walk slowly, getting closer to the glass window and closer to Tony. "I don't know what you want." He whispered, his voice low and Tony almost shivered because holy shit he was hot and his voice just was so fucking beautiful. "But," Loki continued. "If you don't leave me soon, I swear on my father's name, I will torture you until you scream my name and beg for mercy."
And in that moment, Tony realized how fucked up he was because Loki's threat sounded strangely erotic. "You are in no position to make threats." Tony said. "But I will probably leave now. I'll be back tomorrow if you want to talk then, reindeer."
Wow, was that the best he got? He felt ashamed over himself. He should be ashamed. Tony turned around and started to leave but Loki's voice stopped him.
"Why did not my specter work on you?" Loki asked, his long and pale fingers were touching the glass window. "Why did it not work on you? You have a heart, don't you?"
The question sounded far too innocent to come from a mass murderer.
"No." Tony said, not even turning around to face Loki. "No, I don't." And he started to walk away again, and this time Loki did not stop him.