"Are you okay?"

"You…Get out. Get out of here!" Loki sat up and shoved Tony off of him. He'd seen him. Tony had seen the broken state Loki was in. He'd seen him weak and vulnerable. But what sickened Loki the most was the worried look Tony gave him. Did he care?

"Loki, what happened?"

"I told you to leave me be!"

He wasn't going to get Loki to talk. So Tony left and went back to his room. Maybe he should have left the video footage alone.

He wasn't tired come morning. Not really. Loki had been forced to stay awake for several days when he was with SHIELD. It was nothing new. He yawned and went to make some coffee, but felt his mind wonder. Had Tony really been worried? He'd certainly looked that way, and unlike the other humans he was forced to live with Tony was more honest. An idiot of course, but honest. No, he was overthinking this. Just as with the punishment he'd received from SHIELD, this was nothing more than sick amusement for him and the others. No doubt he'd shared the videos and showed his fellow Avengers just how well the torture had worked. Loki put a hand to his chest, a faint burn rising in his skin as he thought about the pain he went through. Scratching at the metal walls of a cell until his fingernails came off, and laughing only because he didn't want to cry. His mind slipped so far that for a good time, Loki thought he was back home. Back with his brother and father, and the rest of the world he knew and understood. And then the lovely images and memories would fade, rubbed away by the pain he had to endure.

"I'm sorry about last night." Tony walked into the kitchen, and snapped Loki out of his thoughts. The fallen god looked at Tony blankly before sipping his drink. He took a seat at the island, back straight as always. He always looked so regal, no matter what time of day it was or how he felt. Loki gave off this aura of power and control, and Tony found that quite attractive.

"I'm sure you must be eaten up inside with guilt."

"Look, I didn't know you were having nightmares. And I shouldn't have gone into your room like that but I was….worried." He admitted the last part hesitantly, and it seemed to catch the fallen god's attention. Loki looked at Tony, and for a moment he thought he could trust the playboy. Then Loki's eyes narrowed and he sipped his coffee.

"And how did your little posse enjoy the show? Did you all get a good laugh watching me wriggle in pain?"

Tony winced a bit at Loki's words. "I haven't shown it to anyone. Especially not the other guys."

"I don't believe your lies. Maybe you don't remember where I spent the better part of a year, but it was as unpleasant as any prison I've ever been kept in. You and your Avengers watched as I was tortured. And you laughed."

"I was mad at you. And with all due respect, I think we had the right to be mad after everything you put us through. But I didn't laugh at your pain."

"Oh didn't you? 'Enjoying yourself now princess?' 'Does it hurt? Or do gods not feel pain?'" The words stung at Tony. He remembered saying that, and all too well. He remembered watching one torture session, and ignoring his instinct to stop it. He was angry. The brunette looked away for a moment, biting his lower lip.

"I felt plenty, Anthony Stark. I felt enough pain to last me the rest of my infernal life time."

"I didn't say it to hurt you."

"Oh didn't you?" Loki let go of an unnerving laugh that made Tony uneasy. It was that same, mad laugh he used while he was in custody. "Then tell me, oh great Man of Iron, what did you hope to achieve with those words?"

"All right, I wanted it to hurt. But I didn't think it would. I'm trying to help you."

Loki leaned in close, his eyes narrowed at Tony. "Then leave me alone. I would die a thousand deaths before I rolled in the same emotional garbage as you." His words dripped with venom, and Loki sat straight again. It was silent after that; the only interruption to the quiet was the rain outside. It could rain for several days straight. Tony caught himself staring at Loki, studying the god's face. He was handsome, now that Tony really thought about it. Really handsome. His jaw was strong, and his cheeks sharp. The brunette's gaze followed the curve of Loki's cheeks until he reached his lips. They were thin, but always curved just slightly, as if Loki were always smirking at the world. And they looked so soft. Tony was tempted to nibble on them, kiss them until Loki couldn't breathe. Then they started moving, and Tony felt his heart beat faster. The way Loki's lips curved when he spoke was so enticing. Almost sexy. It was then that Tony realized Loki was speaking to him.

"Anthony!"

He blinked and looked up, cheeks reddening when he realized what he'd just been doing. Tony shook his head and looked away.

"Sorry, I was distracted."

"So I noticed."

"Do you miss home?"

The question caught Loki off guard. He looked at Tony puzzled.

"What?"

"I asked if you miss being home?"

The fallen god scoffed and looked away. No, he didn't miss home. He missed his memories of home. The few, happy times he'd spent there with Thor, back when he really thought he belonged.

"No, I do not miss home. There is nothing there for me but disappointment and rejection."

"Is that what you dream about?"

A resigned look crossed Loki's features, and he stayed silent. Of course that was what he dreamt about. That and all the other horrible mistakes he'd made. If he weren't so proud, he would be home now with his family, though he doubted they would have him. Not after everything he'd done, not just with the Tessaract, but to them as well. He'd been handed all the power he could ever want, given everything he desired, and in return he betrayed his family. He couldn't even understand why he'd done it, and the more he thought about it, the more it hurt.

"Loki?"