Loki Who

A/N: Alrighty everyone, I'm really not fond of this chapter and personally I hate it with a burning passion. If you guys feel the same, tell me, I'll take it down, and do a new one. I'm so sorry if it sucks D: Please don't hate and/or kill me….Please?

Also, if there are any grammar mistakes I am sorry. However they're mine, not my editors, so bash me-not her.

Chapter Eight

Tony remembered waking up to Loki in his arms that morning, it had been nice; however, Stark himself had found it odd. Not because of the situation itself, but his reaction towards it. He had been happy, content, to see the Trickster wrapped in his arms and lying atop him. Stark remembered waking next to every beautiful woman he'd slept with and groaning with annoyance and displeasure. He'd not wanted to see them when he woke the next morning, and upon finding them there he would usher them out with one excuse after another. However, when he'd seen Loki dozing happily and, thankfully, peacefully, he'd felt a foreign warmth blossom through his chest and butterflies in his stomach. While he felt unsettled by the feelings, he also found them almost instantly addictive, having never felt the sensations before. He found himself in its clutches before he could stop it. Odd, addictive, Tony laughed and decided that those two words not only described the odd emotion he was feeling, but also the Demi-god strapped to his chest. However he frowned upon remembering Loki's nightmare. What would he do if Loki regained them and came out the same, what would he do when Fury dragged Loki away, with or without his memories. He sighed, what was he going to do….something stupid probably.

Now Tony sighed, just hours before he had been content and happy, Loki sleeping peacefully in his arms, however now he was ready to beat his head into a wall, and Loki was on the verge of tears and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. The young male was so humiliated from last night's outburst he was absolutely terrified to face the others now. His fear of how they would see him, and also treat him, was so twisted and horrible that Loki had begged Tony to just let him stay in his room forever. At first Stark had considered it, but after actually taking the time to stop and think Tony had found it just wouldn't work. He could understand Loki's embarrassment; however, the Trickster couldn't stay hidden in his room for all eternity. But….the young man was trying his hardest to do just that. Tony had been fighting with Loki all morning to get him to come out and into the living room, but Loki simply shook his head and said no, refusing to move. Apparently his stubbornness had survived his memory loss….yippee. Giving Loki a quick once-over Tony saw just how upset he was, and walked over to the bed. Sitting down beside Loki he glanced over to him, his stare confused and questioning.

"Why are you hiding under the covers?" He asked, looking at the skinny lump under the blankets.

The Trickster curled in on himself more and tightened the covers wrapped around him. "I'm not hiding." Loki hissed.

Tony bit back a laugh. "Ah, well, what are you doing under the covers?" He asked instead.

Loki sifted softly and Stark could just see the look of concentration on Loki's face as he tried to come up with an excuse. However one never came and Tony simply shook his head, once again trying not to laugh. As they sat in silence Tony couldn't help but lose his sudden happiness as he continued to look at Loki's covered figure.

Stark sighed. "What are you so scared of Loki? They won't think any differently about you." Tony said, watching as Loki's breathing stalled a second.

"But you don't understand," Loki answered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am so humiliated….I shouldn't have acted the way I did." He mumbled, Tony could almost see the sad frown on the other's mouth.

Tony cocked a brow. "Why, given what you told me I would have acted the same, and so would the others." Tony stated, deciding to leave out the tiny fact that it was a memory Loki had recovered, not a simple nightmare.

"No one on Earth would have acted that way." The Demi-god argued, his voice muffled by the sheets.

Stark stared at Loki's covered body, the blankets themselves were thin and the others skinny frame still stood out. He vaguely wondered why it was so difficult for the Demi-god to gain weight, but figured now wasn't the best time to contemplate such a thing. He turned his attention back to Loki. Standing and walking to where Loki's eyes were visible, Stark crouched by the bedside and looked into the bright green orbs. Tony found the look amusing; Loki's big brilliant eyes the only thing he could see, the silk blanket covering everything else. Reaching out his hand he placed it on Loki's head and softly rubbed his thumb over the sheets, able to feel Loki's messy hair underneath. He watched with fascination as Loki's eyes fell halfway shut and something akin to a purr hummed its way from his throat. Tony let a tiny small split his lips as he slowly and carefully pulled the blankets away from Loki's head, looking at the pale man's face a long moment before he spoke.

"I almost get the feeling that even if I drag you to the living room you're going to run away screaming," Tony said lightly, watching as Loki looked at him, puzzled. "Am I right?"

Loki narrowed his eyes. "You'll never get me out of this room." He growled.

Tony disguised his sudden laugh as a cough and took a moment to regain himself before speaking again.

"So I was thinking that you and I could go out for a day in the city?" Stark suggested, his voice soft.

Tony fell backwards when Loki shot up in the bed, new life in his bright green eyes as the blankets fell from his boney body.

"Really?" Loki gasped.

Tony looked at him, shocked, and he slowly lowered the arm he had instinctively raised to protect himself.

"Yeah, why not." Tony asked, ignoring the tiny voice inside his head saying 'Bad idea Tony, bad idea.'

Loki smiled hugely and jumped from the bed, his oversized sleeping shirt floating out from him as he dashed to the window. Stopping at it, he placed his hands on the clear glass and looked out over New York, his eyes wide and excited. Loki hadn't set one foot outside the mansion since arriving the first day, and his few and very timid questions about why he couldn't leave soon died away; he'd simply accepted that he wasn't allowed out. However, he had yet to get bored in the mansion, almost every day he managed to get lost somewhere. His longing,however, to go and explore the city, was never satiated and he constantly wondered about it, never quite getting up the nerve to ask to leave and go outside. The constant movement and people bustling about always brought up question after endless question, and while Loki sometimes voiced them, it was a very rare occasion. Running his hand across the long smooth glass Loki turned back to Tony and smiled wide.

"When can we go?" He asked, his smile widening when Tony laughed warmly at him.

"Well we have to get ready first. Why don't you get some clothes on and I'll come get you when I'm ready." Stark advised, rising from the floor and walking to the door.

Loki cocked a confused brow when Tony stalled at the door, his hand resting on the frame.

"Loki keep quiet about this, understand? Don't let anyone in unless it's me, and don't come out of your room until I come for you. Got it?" Stark ordered, watching as Loki eagerly nodded and smiled.

Tony shook his head and walked to his own room, not encountering any of the others along the way. He actually wasn't sure where any of them were, considering it was difficult not to run into at least one of them while wondering the mansion. Walking into his room a few moments later, he quickly got dressed and grabbed the keys to one of his many cars. After fixing his hair and ordering Jarvis to have an elevator ready to go to the garage, he turned to make his way back to Loki's room. However, Tony had to fight the urge to pee his pants when a loud blaring suddenly erupted through the mansion. Jumping sharply and looking around, he remembered it was the alarm that he had installed to give him ample warning of danger that happened to be too close to the mansion. As Tony yelled at Jarvis to tell him how close the danger was and what direction it was coming from, Stark's stomach turned into a block of ice. Running as fast as he could, Tony forgot about Loki and his mind shouted at him to check on Pepper. She was the closet to the sudden and unexpected danger and, unfortunately, she had little to no protection. Dashing past Loki's room without a seconds thought spared, Tony made for the end of the mansion. He listened as his breath came quickly and his heart not only pounded from the excursion of sprinting madly to a fairly far away destination, but also from raw fear. Dashing down the last hall and skidding around a corner, he slammed Pepper's office doors open and yelled for her. Quickly making his way around her desk he found her crouched and trying to gather things she had apparently dropped along with a cup of coffee.

Pulling her up, he dragged her in the direction of the safe room he had built specifically for her or any guest that might get caught during such an emergency. Pepper stumbled behind him while Tony yelled at Jarvis to ready one of his suits, but he stalled when Pepper yelled over him, her voice confused and scared.

"Tony, where's Loki?" She asked, strands of her red hair falling in her dark green eyes.

Stark stalled and his face went pale, Loki….Loki….he had forgotten Loki. Stark felt the urge to vomit from the shock and suddenly overwhelming worry that engulfed him without pity. However, when he heard a loud crash and then an explosion not far off he continued to drag Pepper to the safe room despite her protests for a response from him. As they rode down in the elevator Tony yelled orders to Jarvis to alert the rest of the team and have them ready immediately-Pepper's question continually being cut off. Rushing from the elevator a moment later, Pepper in tow, he tossed her into the safe room and ordered her to stay put.

"Tony!" She barked, her voice angry now. "What's going on, where is Loki?" She said. "Is he attacking us?"

Stark stalled. "No, I don't know what's attacking us, but it isn't Loki! Stay here and I'll go find him."

With that Tony had left, and was practically screaming at Jarvis to make the elevator go faster as he rushed to Loki's room. He had forgotten Loki; he had run right past the other's room and he had forgotten about him! What was wrong with him, how could he have forgotten Loki? Growling, Tony ran from the opening elevator like a mad man and rushed towards Loki's room. Stumbling to a halt Tony looked at the wide open doors of Loki's bedroom and Hawkeye, who was looking around confused and worried. Stark felt his own worry rise when Hawkeye looked to him and fear flooded his eyes.

"Is Loki with you?" Clinton asked.

Tony gulped and pushed past Hawkeye and into the Demi-god's room, only to find it empty, and no time to look for him.

A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry if the chapter sucks, I really am. Please tell me if you don't like it and I'll take it down and make a new one, I'm super sorry if it sucks and please don't hate me D: