Loki felt all eyes on him, saw guns pointed at him. If he so much as moved, he was dead. He couldn't think straight, but he didn't have time to gather his thoughts. He glanced around, knowing this place. He was at the SHIELD base. Oh that's right, Tony had turned him in. Loki ignored the stabbing feeling of betrayal. He obviously didn't have time for it now. He slowly sat up, the god of mischief putting his hands up. Loki contained a grin when the guns were lowered. His mind was racing and slowly getting up to speed.

"Good to see you back with the living, Laufeyson." said Fury.

"Is it?" asked Loki, keeping his face calm and expressionless. The Director was silent. "Where's Stark?" Loki asked.

"You are not to see him. We're keeping you here until we know exactly what to do with you. Don't expect to leave any time soon. We're currently flying over the Atlantic Ocean, so you can't go anywhere." said Fury.

Loki glanced around at the agents, each of them seemed to be trembling with fear. Good. They were smart, then. But not smart enough if they thought he could be stopped by those silly little guns. Loki leapt to his feet, his power swirling around him. His strength surprised even himself, as it felt like ages since he last used magic. Loki sent a blast of electricity in all directions, knocking everyone backwards and slamming them against walls. Pure rage, and a bit of pain in his eyes. With the slightest touch of madness. He madehis way down the hallway, not hesitating to kill whoever crossed his path.


Tony sat on the balcony of the Stark tower, drinking yet another bottle. His legs dangling over the edge. He willed himself to check his watch. 5:20pm. Loki was dead. He had died alone in that place. Without Tony. The thought threatened to shatter him completely. Thor was now back on Asgard. Pepper had abandoned him when she learned of Loki. Tony put his head in his hands and thought. He thought of the first time he saw Loki after he was back from Afghanistan.

Tony drove up to his mansion. It was strange, he thought he would never come home. He walked through the door and the first thing he felt was a sharp slap across the face. His hand flew to his cheek, which was becoming red. "What the hell?" said Tony, looking up to see.. Loki. Oh he had nearly forgotten what it was like to feel his heart pounding and his stomach fluttering when he saw the man. Nearly. "Loki.."

"You idiot! You total idiot, I thought I was never going to see you again! I thought you were dead!" Yelled Loki, throwing his arms around Tony and holding him tightly. "I found out everything.. If you had just.. Just stayed where you were supposed to be, you would have been fine!" said Loki.

"You were worried." Said Tony slowly.

"I was frustrated with your stupidity."

"You were worried."

"Shut up." said Loki, throwing his arms around Tony's neck and kissing him deeply.

Tony ached to feel Loki's arms around him again. But he knew he never would. Besides Thor, Tony was the only one that would grieve the loss of the Trickster. Once Tony's memories of Loki were gone, no one would remember the god for who he was. So Tony forced himself to keep remembering.

"What on Midgard... Stark if you expect me to go out on that thin sheet of ice, you are sorely mistaken." Loki scoffed.

"Oh come on, Snowflake, it's practically a winter tradition." Said Tony, tying Loki's ice skates. Loki resisted the urge to kick him in the head with the skates on.

"Snowflake?" said Loki, raising an eyebrow. "No. No, I'm not doing this. I refuse." said Loki.

"And if I let you top tonight?" said Tony, wiggling his eyebrows at Loki.

"By the nine, Tony." Loki grumbled, standing up slowly and wobbling out onto the ice. Tony held Loki's hands to help keep him balanced. Loki's nose was bright pink from the cold, and snowflakes caught in his ebony hair. Tony resisted the urge to call Loki the cutest thing he ever laid eyes on, knowing it would result in Loki kicking him between the legs with the ice skates. "Perhaps I can get used to this tradition." said Loki slowly.


Wind blew through Loki's hair as he jumped from the tall aircraft, the frost giant froze the water below him just before he landed. He stared up at the base, and with a flick of his wrist, the whole thing was engulfed in flames. Loki sped forward, freezing the water ahead of him and mumbling incantations to make himself go faster and faster. When he saw airplanes overhead, he let them get just close enough, and when they began to shoot, the shapeshifter changed his form to water and dissapeared under the waves.


As Tony drank, the bad memories of the now deceased god seeped in with the good memories. He remembered this one all too clearly. Their first fight, which terrified the hell out of them both.

"You didn't show up again." said Loki, as Tony walked through the door. "I was waiting for you. Like an idiot. For three whole hours." said Loki.

"Oh I'm sorry, but when did you start caring if I show up at all?" Tony hissed right back. He could have just said he was sorry, but he was always to prideful for that. He hadn't meant to keep Loki waiting, he just forgot.

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Loki, his eyes darkening.

"Just what I said. Loki, I don't see you for weeks at a time. Sometimes months. You refuse to tell me where you are or give me any detail." said Tony. "And now you're getting all pissy, because I missed one date. Grow up, Loki." said Tony bitingly.

"I need to grow up? Coming from you, Tony Stark?" Loki hissed. "Today mattered, okay? Today fucking mattered to me. I never see you. I hate that. I thought because we so rarely see each other, this would be more of a priority. Obviously it wasn't." Loki snapped.

"That's not fair!" Said Tony, raising his voice. "I have a life. You can't leave and then just expect me to come running when it's most convenient to you! I don't belong to you, Loki!" Tony yelled.

This was enough to make Loki angry. His expression cold and dangerous. But he didn't raise his voice in return. "Perhaps I should just go, then. And not come back." said Loki. "Would you prefer that?" Loki asked, staring Tony straight in the eye.

"Yes I would, actually! Maybe I'd get some peace of mind without a spoiled, arrogant, liar to have to deal with!" said Tony, instantly regretting the words as they left his lips. Loki stared at him. "Is that really what you think of me, Stark?" he asked.

"Wait no.. Loki I didn't mean it.." Said Tony desparately. Loki turned and walked right out the door. It was hailing, but that didn't seem to affect Loki. "Loki please come inside... I'm sorry, okay? We can talk about it." said Tony, running out to Loki. Tony was unsure whether it was just the rain when he saw water running down his cheeks. "Oh Loki, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." said Tony.

"I don't want to leave.." Loki admitted quietly, wrapping his arms around Tony and burying his face in Tony's chest. "I love you." he said softly, making Tony's heart skip a beat.



Loki arrived back in New York City, once more taking his human form as he had lost the planes a while back. His hair was wind-swept and he had dark circles under his eyes. But here he was, awake and alive in all of his glory. Loki Laufeyson. He walked through the city, stopping at the Stark tower. Loki's heart ached. He wanted to go up there more than anything. But he was afraid of what would happen if he did. But.. Then again... What more did Loki have in his life that made it worth living?

Loki walked into the elevator, getting off and quietly looking around for Tony. He walked to the balcony. It was night now, not a star visible in the New York City sky. Loki stepped outside onto the balcony. He leaned against the wall, a dangerous smile on his face. "Really thought you could get rid of me that easily?" He asked.

Tony froze, barely noticing the bottle slipping out of his hand and smashing on the floor.

AN: Bahaha cliffy!

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