Tony wasn't really going to go shopping. He didn't do that kind of thing. No, he was going to do something he'd probably feel guilty about later on. Since Loki had gotten him extremely turned on, he thought he'd... Blow off some steam. That month was the longest the former playboy had ever gone without getting laid, and he was itching for something, anything, to relieve the stress. He knew Loki would probably break again, and Tony actually paused in the middle of the street -Angering about six people, all of which he'd flipped off- as he contemplated actually going through with the action.

And as he started heading to his destination, his decision was made.

Anthony Stark was going to a real bar, with real women, and a real chance of getting sex. And he was probably going to lose Loki the same way he'd lost Pepper. But right now, he didn't care. At least, that was what he told himself as he floored the gas pedal.

He just prayed no one would take pictures or anything. Loki might catch him early, and he didn't want that at all.

"Sorry, babe. But I gotta."


Loki slept in fits again. He'd wake up after a particular nightmare or a headache of some sort, and wouldn't sleep until his heart slowed down. He often tossed around in his sleep, so Lokitty was no longer safe sleeping with the god, and settled for sleeping at the foot of the bed, only barely being nudged by the turning god.

This time, it was different. Loki was awakened by an icy cold grip on everything. Not just his mind, but his body. His arms were held down and his legs refused to move. The trickster's eyes flew open and he wanted to scream, but searingly cold hands held his throat, making it impossible for him to speak. His jaws were pulled open and he whimpered at the creature above him. Thanos's bloody face was above him, grinning at the paralyzed god beneath him. "Misssss... Me...?" And then he turned into some sort of mist and entered Loki's body through his mouth. Loki widened his eyes, trying to wrench free from the Chitauri leader, but whatever was holding him down was stronger than he.

It was painful. Feeling the ice stab at everything in him, sliding down his throat and poking holes through his mind, his organs, everything. At last, Thanos seemed to be gone, judginjg by the force suddenly disappearing, and Loki heaved. He heaved and coughed and hacked until a fair amount of blood spattered across the sheets, touching his fingertips. He could hear his every heartbeat, each thud sending a headache through his brain, and making him scream. Loki screamed himself hoarse, his throat bleeding from the excessive screaming.

The god finally passed out, his face landing in his little puddle of blood. Lokitty screeched and hissed and pawed at Loki, but the god did not stir. He was unconscious, but his eyes were open, slowly turning from emerald to a deep garnet. And then they fluttered shut.


Tony was wasted. Actually, no. He was a shot away from being wasted. It took all of his concentration to drive home almost a straight line. As he arrived at the tower, he was laughing like a fool, his face red from all he'd drank and all he'd done. Or who he'd done. Which wasn't his usual amount of women, but he wasn't complaining. What he was really looking forward to was Loki. Because, hey, the god didn't know what he'd done, he'd slept all day! "JARVIS, how's my little god doin'?"

"I don't know, sir. He hasn't spoken to me."

"Awright. 'S he still in his room?"

"I believe so, sir."

"Cool." Tony rubbed his hands together and clapped, going upstairs. "Loki, I'm home~" Tony said drowsily, flipping on the light... And stopping in horror. "Loki?!" He approached the god and what looked like a very scary amount of blood on the bedsheets. "Loki, Loki wake up, please. Loki!" He shook the god, which was probably not the best idea, but continued to shake him in hopes of waking him up. Loki stirred, the whole left half of his face covered in dried blood. His lips and teeth were stained red, and he locked his once again green eyes on Tony. He coughed softly, a small trail of blood trickling out of his mouth.

"Oh, greetings Stark. Welco-urk!-welcome home. How was your day?" He wiped his mouth and grimaced at the bloodloss. "Oh, how revolting. Forgive me; I made a mess of the bed." He stared at the sheets, obviously annoyed with himself. Tony couldn't believe the god. He wrapped his arms around Loki holding him close.

"God, Loki. Don't worry about the mess! Are you 'kay?"

"I am fine, thank y-" loki inhaled sharply. He smelled cologne, alcohol, and sweat.

Not his own sweat.

He pushed away from Tony, finally seeing him clearly. The mess of his hair, the reddening of his cheeks, and... And the lipstick. Last time Loki checked, and he was pretty sure he checked, Tony did not wear lipstick. "Where did you go?" Loki asked, his voice low, quiet, menacing.

"I went out, r'member?"

"Where did you go for real?!" Loki bellowed, his eyes flashing the red from earlier. Tony blamed the color change on his drunkness and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you asking me this?" Tony looked up at the god through bloodshot eyes.

"You stink like some dirty woman and ale." Loki clenched his fists, his rage blowing through him. "So where did you go out, Stark?"

"Loki, I went sh-"

"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" Loki screamed, green light spasming off of him. The inventor flinched, afraid the light might hurt him. But it was just something that happened when Loki got extremely angry. The magick would well up inside him, and he'd release the excess in waves, Thor had once told him.

"I WAS OUT, LOKI. I WAS OUT AND I DRANK AND I FUCKED AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!" Tony yelled back after quickly retaliating from the light spasm. Loki wasn't shocked, wasn't disappointed, wasn't even really mad. He just curled his lip in disgust, magicked the blood from his left side, and pushed Tony away from him, pushed him off of the bed and glared down at him.

"I hate you," he seethed, eyes burning with disgust. "I hate you, you disgusting little worm."

"And what makes you think I'm so fond of you?"

"After everything, you still did this. Could you not wait? Are you really that impatient for pitiful excuses of making love? Really?" Loki widened his eyes, demanding an answer. His eyes flashed red once again, and another wave rolled off of him. "I hate you. I hate you so much." He stood and shot another glare at Tony, then left without another word. Tony let his head flop back, hitting the ground with a thump. He'd messed up this time. He'd really messed it up, and now he'd paid the price.


Loki's hands were shaking. His eyes were blurry with tears, and Thanos decided to make his way in. "You know what he did," The Chitauri leader rasped in his head. "He betrayed you twice now. Are you going to let him get away with such, God of Fire?"

Loki looked up, out into the streets of Manhattan. Thanos was right. He couldn't let Tony get away that easily. "What do you propose I do?" Loki asked sourly, his eyes flashing red again. Thanos responded eagerly to the question for advice.

"Kill him. Take the sceptre in hand and kill the foolish mortal."

The god widened his eyes, clenching his fists. "Why..." He began to feel revolted at the idea, but then.

But then.

The god wouldn't have to worry about Tony hurting him. He wouldn't have to worry about Tony tearing him apart inside. He wouldn't have to worry about crying himself to sleep almost every night. It was too good to be true.

And all he'd have to do was kill him? Simple. Loki's eyes stayed red this time, and a terrible grin curled at his lips. He held out his hand, almost in the way Thor had done to summon Mjolnir, and the sceptre formed in his hands, the cold metal refreshing to his hands, and the magick pulsed through his body. "Keep the power from controlling me, Thanos, lest I cast you out of my body with my new energy."

"Oh, making sure you do not make mistakes, little god?"

"Just do it."

"Heh... Very well." Thanos did something, Loki could not tell, but the tesseract's energy did not reach his mind. Loki turned, walking into the penthouse with glowing crimson eyes. He looked for Tony, smelling the man with his seemingly heightened senses. He found Tony, still on the ground. The inventor looked up at him, his eyes soft and sad.

He didn't notice the sceptre until Loki plunged it deep into Tony's chest, crushing the arc reactor beneath the golden edge. Tony's eyes widened, but he didn't look betrayed. He looked sad, still. Sad and understanding. Sad and hurt. Loki saw none of that until he muttered, "Who has performance issues now, little man?" and some of the power receeded from him. He looked at the now dying genius with dread creeping into his stomach. But he had no regrets. None, because, for the moment, he was free from all the hurt. Free from being mistreated by a human that tore his heart out without even trying.

And Loki enjoyed every second as he watched Tony's life ebb out of him.

At least, until the inventor mouthed, "I'm sorry," and shuddered out his last breath.


I'M SO SORRY YOU GUYS BUT THE PLOT MUST GO ON RIGHT? RIGHT?! RIIGHT?! -cries- It wasn't even my idea to begin with, but yeah. Told you. Character death. Gonna probably be stabbed to death with a plastic spoon by an armada of angry fangirls, but all I have to say is this; If you kill me, who will update the fic? NO ONE!

Seriously, please don't hate me! Haha, I still love you guuuuyys! Mwaaaah~~~