Loki woke up slowly to quiet, familiar voices talking.
It was cool, there was smooth fabric brushing his skin and something soft and slightly warm underneath him.
He let himself drift back to awareness slowly, not particularly caring when memories of the night before welled up, reminding him that this was real.
This was real, so he pressed his face a bit firmer into his pillow, trying to stay under for a bit longer just because he could.

"Sir, I have to insist. You need to shave and shower. The presentation of the new Braille tablet cannot be rescheduled again."
The pillow under him groaned and- oh.
Oh.
Not a pillow after all then.
"Yes, yes, I'm going." Stark grumbled, carefully wriggling out from under Loki and replacing his, what Loki assumed to be a shoulder with a pillow under the gods head.

Now fully awake, but not moving he listened to the rustling of clothes and the sound of a door clicking only a few meters away from him, man and machine still discussing some sort presentation and what seemed to be today's schedule until the words got drowned by the sound of running water.
He didn't want to move, not yet so instead he mentally went over the past few days he could remember.

And he promptly regretted it.
By the nine, he had behaved like a scared child, jumping at every movement, hating to be alone and hating the darkness, crawling into Starks bed instead.
Not just once, but repeatedly!

Surprisingly though, Stark had taken everything in strides.
He had been patient, kind and calm without mocking no matter what occurred, and even washed and combed the god's hair every day.

Loki hadn't dared to touch it.
He had been afraid to feel those horns he knew were there (Anthony had changed the wrapping of one numerous times) and he still was, that much he could admit to himself.
Even though he could feel them, he could feel that one was pressed sideways into the pillow he didn't want to accept it.
He didn't want the ultimate proof that he was indeed what he was.
Another proof was that the god felt cool, colder than could have possibly been comfortable for a human and then brushing one of his arms against the mattress it scratched at the oversensitive lines that covered his body.
And Loki hated it.

So he reached inside himself, feeling not for the worship, but for his-

His magic.

His magic was still in shackles and this was when the god noticed the bracelets and swore under his breath.
Anthony hadn't taken them off.
The mortal had dared!

In an instant Loki was sitting upright, pressing a hand to his chest, reaching again but he couldn't touch it, just out of his reach.

"Good morning Bambi." he heard Anthony greet him, as the man came out from the bathroom stark naked, only to wander into another chamber that held his garments.

The combination of casual nakedness, which he was used to from Thor but had not expected from the mortal, the nickname and a god forsaken machine lodged in the middle of the man's chest, glowing like the nebula of a dying star had stunned him into stillness for some long moments, though he caught himself quickly and jumped from the bed.

"How dare you bind my magic, Stark!" Loki called after him, feeling frost rise with the anger and (admittedly) panic, though before he reached the chamber Anthony came back out about to knot his tie and a suit jacked clamped under one arm.
"I've done nothing, ok? You got delivered with these bracelets, they keep your magic in check and I couldn't find a way to get them off yet. Look-"

"Sir, you've got one minute."

"Shit. Ok, Loki, look, ask Jarvis ok, he knows as much as I do. Get some breakfast, read a book, I don't care. Jarvis can give you anything you need. Gotta run. I'll be back around lunch, bye."

With those words Stark ran past him, patting a hand on Loki's shoulder, hissing at the cold and was out of the room.
Just before the man could jump into the elevator Loki found himself in pursuit, hissing curses at Stark but then he was gone behind closing doors.

"I'd rather you didn't talk to Sir like this." the same voice Anthony had talked to said from around him, Jarvis was it?
Odd name.
But then he remembered that when he, no, Thanos puppet had first tried to kill Anthony the man had called out that name.
And later, after Loki had received his beating of the beast 'Jarvis' had taken off the armour and shielded Stark from the other Avengers.
Where were those anyway? Loki had expected to see them sooner then later once he was on Midgard.

"And what would you intend to do if I don't follow?" Loki asked curiously, wondering what it could do without Starks instructions.

"The current temperature of the living area is thirteen degree Celsius." it's smooth voice stated, seemingly out of context but Loki understood and he shuddered at the thought.
Humans usually preferred higher temperatures, he knew that.
Therefore it was this low for him to be comfortable but just as long as Jarvis willed it so.

Though only a moment later Jarvis continued, light and calm as if the thread has never been spoken.
"I have no exact designation regarding your name aside from 'Loki'. Might you add a surname to it?"

"It is Odi-"
Quickly he bit his tongue to still it, but thankfully the machine didn't comment, because no, it wasn't.
He was not a son of Odin anymore and he would never be again.

Loki stared at his hand, pointedly ignoring the bracelet that bound his magic and found that the blue skin and the markings still looked wrong to him. Just so utterly wrong as they probably would for a rather long time but he was already wearing the skin, so he might as well carry the name as well for there was no use denying it anyway. Right?
"Laufeyson." he said, "It is Laufeyson."

"Very well Mister Laufeyson. Would you care for breakfast and then perhaps share what you know about the current situation?"

"I would."

So he did. Breakfast consisted of, a 'sandwich', some boiled eggs and fruit, then began the exchange of information with Jarvis, who was the first to speak.

"Three months after Mister Odinson has taken you for judgement, four Asgardians appeared with you, Mister Laufeyson, on the roof of Stark Tower.
You were given to, if I may quote, 'Lord Stark' as compensation for your crimes against Earth, also referred to as Midgard and it was stated that Sir may fare with you as he wishes, for as long as he sees fit.
Despite the fact that you were unconscious, in horrendous physical and psychological condition, it was also stated that you must not die. You arrival was on Sunday eight days ago, and the only ones aware of your sentence to earth are the four guards, the Allfather, Sir, the bots and myself."

During the constructs speech Loki had relocated himself onto the great leather sofa which provided sight onto the rainy skyline of the city.
His body might not ache but his limbs exhausted quickly what he supposed was normal considering the last three months ( Millennia, it had been millennia, really.)
"Who are 'The Bots' you mentioned?" Loki asked, though Jarvis only answered that he would eventually meet them at a later time, "Then I suppose it is my turn now to tell what I know?"

"It is." was the voices simple answer.

Loki sat up straighter in his seat, recalling Odin's voice for accuracy's sake and willing himself not to stutter over the answer as his breath hitched when he spoke.
"The Allfather took from me his name, my title, my right to enter Asgard and my Aesir skin. I was sentenced to be held in the dungeons and be, be reprimanded for my errors, and given to Midgard afterwards. It was my brother's idea to have me handed to Stark and I suppose I'll have to thank him for it. That, I am afraid, is all I can tell you about our current predicament."

"All you can tell, or all you know, Mister Laufeyson?"

Loki couldn't keep himself from grinning, so it knew that people twisted their words, but then, it served Stark and he was sure that spirit, machine or not the inventor would have bored of it quickly if it wasn't sharp.

"It is all I know, Jarvis."

The answer was only met with a clipped, "Very well." and then he was left alone (not truly alone, he knew that much) in silence, gazing at the rather impressive city that the humans had created for themselves.

Hundreds and thousands of buildings made from rock and steel and glass, sheltering countless numbers of those small individuals from the miserable weather and giving them a home or work.
He could see the streets and shops and cars, humans hurrying where ever they had to be with round contraptions over their heads, shielding themselves from the water he assumed.

After a while he slid down onto the sofa, curling up into a ball and cursing his horns when one bumped into the lean.
Before he fell into a light sleep, a memory of his mother Frigga welled up, and how the rain would always fall around her like a veil without ever touching her. Never wetting her beautiful dresses and elegant scarves, but eventually he drifted off.
Not even noticing the lights around him dim and eventually go out for his comfort, or the temperature dropping a few degrees more.

A thank you to all readers and everyone who comments!

I hope you all enjoy Chaos of Worship and will continue to do so!

Regarding Pepper and SHIELD, no I haven't written them off just like that, they'll get their parts later. Neither will Odin get away unscratched, the Armor unused or Jarvis badassery unwritten.

Currently were looking at 15 chapter, but if I keep stretching it like I am it'll be more.

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