OKay so people both on here and on dA asked me to continue this fic so...here you go :D i still own nothing.

Loki woke to the sound of his stomach growling and grimaced. He had missed dinner yesterday, and not had breakfast, but he didn't usually need as much food as humans did anyway, and certainly not as much as Thor seemed to inhale each day. He had been eating three meals a day for a while, taking his cue from Tony and the others, but he realized now that this was gluttonous, and obviously the reason behind his repulsive weight.

After washing and dressing, today in a loosely fitted long sleeved green shirt and black jeans, which would hopefully hide the disgusting fat of his body, Loki made his way to the kitchen for coffee. And only for coffee, he repeated in his head. Black, no sugar. He would cut back where he could.

He settled himself on a stool, pouring himself his coffee, barely responding as his beloved entered the kitchen. They hadn't progressed to combining sleeping quarters yet, but Loki knew Tony wished to. Loki, however, wasn't yet ready, and now felt he never would be. Since his conversation with Tony last night, he couldn't help but think off all of his flaws and how disgusting his body was, and doubt why Tony could ever want to be with him. It saddened him greatly, as he thought there would inevitably come a time when Tony would realize how ugly and imperfect he was, and leave him. Loki started as a hand was laid on his shoulder.

"Loki? You okay?"

Loki looked up, calming his breathing, which had sped up without his realizing it. He looked into Tony's eyes, seeing intense concern, and was surprised to see the same in Steve's eyes, who he now saw was leaning in the doorway. He cleared his throat, croaky from pulling air in too quickly.

"I am fine, worry not."

Tony rolled his eyes and Steve sighed. The Captain pushed off from the doorway and walked further into the room, coming to sit down on the stool next to Loki.

"Yeah, sure, because a panic attack at nine in the morning is always a great indicator of how fine someone is. You wanna talk about it?"

Loki merely sighed, shaking his head. While he trusted the good Captain, this was hardly something he wanted to discuss. That would only speed up the process of Tony seeing his flaws more clearly, and truth be told, Loki was afraid if he told the Captain his troubles, the blonde man would confirm his fears anyway.

"Pancakes, guys? Blueberry?" Tony rustled around in the fridge.

"Sure."

"No thankyou."

Tony banged his head on the top shelf of the fridge as he removed stood up abruptly. Loki loved his pancakes, and never refused them. Not since they started going out had he ever refused Tony's cooking.

"Really?...Umm okay, anything in particular you wanted instead?"

Loki gulped, mind racing to find reasoning to not eat the calorific treats Tony always made for breakfast. And it was hard, truly it was, to refuse the,. His mouth watered at the idea of blueberry pancakes, with butter and syrup.

No. He had control. Will power. He would not let himself grow any larger.

"I am feeling rather unwell. I don't believe I shall have anything." It wasn't really a lie. The thought of taking in so many calories did make him feel a little sick, enough to put him off of the pancakes for a little while anyway.

Loki startled again as he found he had gotten lost in thought once more. Tony, upon hearing his quiet, almost timid words, had been around the island table in a heartbeat, and was now gently lifting Loki's chin so that their eyes met, worry marring his beautiful features. He rested a callous hand on Loki's pale forehead.

"You don't feel warmer than usual...any other symptoms? Headache, chills, aching?"

Loki frowned at how worried he had made his love, but he was desperate to leave the kitchen before he could be coerced into eating something he shouldn't.

"I am not ill, love, worry not. I just awoke feeling slightly peculiar, a bit lightheaded and nauseous. It is no matter, I probably allowed myself to become too warm during the night. Frost Giants were not meant to face warm climates. I believe I will go lie down for a while, however." Loki pushed himself up from his chair and was surprised to find he was feeling quite lightheaded. Steve noticed him swaying slightly and gripped his elbow, but Loki pulled away quickly, stumbling. He was terrified at the idea of someone touching him and feeling his fat, feeling how repulsive he was. He rested for a moment against the arm of the couch, head spinning.

"Easy there" Steve spoke to him, his voice sounding far away. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your room so Tony doesn't have a heart attack and let the pancakes burn. I think you need that lie down. Tony said he'll turn down the thermostat in your room so you don't overheat again"

They made their way to Loki's room from the kitchen, Steve keeping his arm behind Loki, but not touching, having correctly interpreted Loki's former reaction as being reluctant to be touched this morning. Tony had been startled by such a reaction, but Steve put it down to contact sensitivity. He knew some people who got that when they were feeling a little unwell.

They reached Loki's door, and he keyed in the code with shaky fingers. Steve helped him to his massive bed, pulling the covers around him when he lay down. Loki knew some part of him should be indignant to be treated like a child in such a manner, but as submitting was usually the fastest way to make the super soldier leave, he would grin and bear the treatment for now.

"Sleep, Loki. Tony and I, and Thor if i'm not mistaken, will be in to check on you later. Feel better."

As the door shut behind him, Loki flicked his wrist to lock it with his magic. He then clambered out of bed, paying no heed to the lightheadedness, and stood in front of his mirror once again. His hands roamed his body, harshly pinching the areas of fat, some springing up in bruises almost immediately. He held the rolls of disgusting fat in his two hands, thoughts flying through his head about how disgusting and unworthy it made him. Was this why Odin favored Thor? Did Tony see these imperfections and love him anyway? No. Of that he could be sure. Noone would love him like this. Unless Tony was only pretending to love him, and secretly laughing about him with the others about how little control Loki had and how pathetic he was. How very pathetic and weak.

Loki resolved then that he would be strong. So what if he had to skip a few meals to do it? He could do that. He was the God of Lies, he could certainly hide it well enough.

He would be good enough for Tony, one day soon.

He just had to work to get there.

And with that resolve settling in his head, Loki began to formulate a plan.

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