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Chapter 7: Thongs and Hammers

Loki hadn't reacted yet. The shock of seeing Tony, his Tony, covered in blood, was too much for him. Thor got closer to Iron Man, with a concerned look in his face.

"Man of Iron, what is wrong? You are bleeding"

"Zzzzz"

Loki, ran to Tony's side because of the lack of answer. Stark was wearing the pants and the blazer of his Armani suit, but the shirt was missing. He looked to a side to see it, completely covered by blood. With his face contorted, he pulled the jacket away and he observed the wounds that covered Tony's naked (and perfect) chest. That torso that he had fondled and kissed so many times.

"Get away, stupid oaf!" Loki said, making Thor move. Definitively, he wasn't in the mood for his obvious words. It wasn't the first time that he had seen Tony drunk, but, never in that state of decay. No, he couldn't die, Tony wouldn't abandon him so easily. Stark was his most precious possession and he wasn't ready to loss it. "Do something useful and give me the first aid kit! It is in the wardrobe of the bottom."

At the same time that Thor was searching the kit, Loki examined the wounds again. He touched lightly one of Tony's tights when he whimpered of pain. He was almost sure that he also had hurt his legs. With softness and devotion, he started to remove his trousers. The scene was devastating. Like the chest, he had numerous cuts, and some of them, with crystals still nailed. His heart started pumping more strongly. What had happened to Tony?

In the distance, he heard Thor's struggle with the wardrobe, pronouncing obscene words and cursing. Loki was unable to hold himself anymore. He needed to know that Tony was still alive. He started to pull his shoulders, softly at first but once he saw that he didn't answer he pulled harder. Scared and mad, he took the only choice he had left. He slapped him in the face. Stark reacted.

"What are you doing, you idiot" he muttered, in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. By instinct, he drove the bottle to his mouth. Loki pulled it away with a slap, throwing it towards the wall and making the glass break into thousands of pieces.

"Do not dare to talk to me like that, you mortal." Loki felt the anger growing beyond his self-control. "What have you done? Why are you covered in wounds?"

"Not your problem." Tony turned back, trying to escape the norse's eyes, but his wounds open and pain became unbearable again.

Loki was about to kick the pigheaded named Tony, when Thor appeared with a briefcase in his hand. His face of bewilderment was even funny to see. He sat near the human remains that Iron Man was and started to struggle with the briefcase, only to lose the battle once again. An electronic voice broke the silence.

"You need to push the lateral buttons." Thor followed the command, but the case was still closed. "At the same time" JARVIS' voice said, almost sardonically. Thor was relieved when a click confirmed that it was open.

"He has got too many crystals in the wounds, I need something to retire them."

Thor didn't even listened. The briefcase was bigger than he thought, and in front of him laid pots and instruments unknown to him. A new moan. Tony was moving again. "Thong" he muttered. Loki was astonished. What was the meaning of that word? As helpful as always, JARVIS showed him a picture of a thong in a matter of seconds.

"Tony, what have you done?" Loki shook him again. Tony, eyes wide open, didn't answer. But the doubt and the nerve, but mostly concern and jealousy possessed the asgardian.

"Tony, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? What do you speak about thongs?"

"Who said thong? I said folk song."

"How do you dare to mock me." He grasped his neck hard and squeezed it, not allowing him to breath. Tony'' eyes didn't show fear, but shame.

"Here you have." Thor said, giving to him an ear swab.

"What do you want me to do with this?" Loki answered.

"Move the crystals."

"You are completely useless when your hammer isn't needed!"

"You should pick up a crow-bill, asgardian prince." JARVIS' voice echoed the room. "You have a manual with the instruments and the steps that you should follow to do the healing on the bottom of the kit."

Thor turned it over, throwing all the contents over him and scattering them on the sofa and the carpet. He picked a tiny manual and turned pages, trying to find something that would help him to find that instrument. By failing to find what he was looking for, he shook the book with frustration.

"Brother, I have to say that I cannot understand this magic." Thor added. "I am no healer, I am a warrior!" and he threw down the book…

"Obviously if I had my magic, we wouldn't be in this situation, you idiot! Come on! Tony is bleeding out!" Loki said hysterically, dedicating him his best glare.

Thor was astonished, he had never saw his brother like that. He realized how much Loki cared about Tony. He decided not to ask. Instead, he looked ahead and saw the picture of the crowbill, courtesy of JARVIS. When he found them, he passed them to Loki, who took them violently. With softness and precision, the god proceeded to remove the pieces of glass.

"Fuck, it hurts." Tony babbled, moving heavily his arms to push away Loki's hand. "Give me the bottle of Jack, I need more whiskey."

"You only are able to think in drinking…" Thereupon, the god stood up and walked through the room to pick one of the bottles that were on the liquor cabinet. "Do you want alcohol? HERE YOU HAVE IT!"

When he arrived to Tony's side, he emptied the content of the bottle on the wounded chest. Tony writhed in pain and clenched his teeth, trying not to scream. In that moment, JARVIS' voice echoed again, at the same time that the television was switched on to show some overwhelming images: SHIELD's building being reduced to ashes.

"You should watch this." The AI commented.

"SHIELD?" Thor stood up and approached the TV. "What could have happened?"

"The news were just broadcasted. It seems that the central has been attacked, but there's barely information." JARVIS answered.

"I should go to see what happened." Thor glanced at Loki, afraid to leave an injured Tony at Loki's care.

"Go to the battlefield, oh mighty Thor. I hope that you can use your hammer better than your brain." Loki commented while he picked a gauze and was about to clean Tony's wounds.