Round and around I go Addicted to the numb livin' in the cold

Tony opened his eyes. A very pissed god of mischief was cradling Tony's head in his hands. His vision was blurry but at least he was no longer seeing double. A tear made it's way down Loki's angry face. "Stark..." He choked.

" 'ame's Tony." He slurred. His brain not properly forming the words.

"Tony?" Loki's voice was softer. His face filled with relief. "It's going to be alright. It's all going to be okay." Loki breathed becoming calmer.

"What...?"

"You have a head injury. Can you understand me." Loki's eyes showed concern. Tony tried to respond but the trickster put a hand over his mouth. " Lift your right arm if you can understand me." Tony obeyed. Loki breathed a sigh of relief again. "Will you let me heal you? Right arm 'yes' left arm 'no'." Tony raised his right arm again. Loki closed his eyes. He put his hands on Tony's forehead, "Heal." He spoke softly.