When Tony woke, his bed felt colder than it should. "Loki?" he asked with his groggy voice as he felt the mattress; not finding him.
"Frigga sends her regards," Loki's voice replied.
"Hmm?" Tony yawned and stretched as he sat up, before opening his eyes to look at Loki. He was holding a piece of paper.
"Frigga. She could not visit, today. She sent some food to us with this note, sending us her best regards and an apology."
"I need alcohol," Tony announced. He was beginning to feel... weird.
Loki nodded and walked over to the flowers on the table, and pulled out a bottle. "Here," he handed Tony the bottle.
"You... had alcohol in the flowers?"
"Yes. Frigga brought it a couple of days ago. I kept it until you needed it."
"Not that much!" Loki yelled, taking the bottle back.
"You give it back!" Tony shouted, reaching to grab it, again.
Suddenly, the bottle disappeared. "I do want you getting drunk, Stark."
"You won't care if you drink, too."
Loki shook his head, and began walking back to the table.
"Seriously, do you know how much fun we could have?"
"You are a terrible influence."
"So are you. We're the perfect pair."
"I am not giving you anymore."
"Since when did you become Mr. Responsible?"
"I have always been responsible," Loki growled.
"Well, then, lighten up!" Tony jumped up off of the bed, and stumbled as he felt the alcohol in him have its effect.
Loki used his magic to catch Tony, shoving him back on the bed. "I do not need a drink."
"Fine. I'll have fun alone. Give me the bottle."
"You will have to have fun all alone, without the bottle."
"I need it."
"You should have thought of that before you developed such a dependency on alcohol."
"How do you think I became -?" Tony cut himself off with a sigh. "Give me the bottle."
"No."
Tony groaned.
"See," Loki began, sitting down on the floor, in the corner, stretching his legs out. "You are noisy enough sober. As I have stated from the beginning: I do not want to deal with you when you are intoxicated."
"Seriously, you will not care at all if you drink, too. When was the last time you had some fun?"
"I am tired -"
"How are you tired?" Tony interrupted. "You just slept on the comfiest bed in the entire worl - er, whatever."
"You are the worst person to sleep with."
"That's offensive."
"Listen. I am tired, and I do not want 'fun.' I want quiet, I want a nap, and you being intoxicated is not going to do any good. You have had your drink. Enough."
"Don't torture me like this."
"You have no idea what torture is."
"Yes I do. Give me the bottle. Please."
Loki blinked, staring at him. "Has the infamous Tony Stark just used his manners?"
"I'm not infamous, I'm famous."
"Here, you are infamous."
"I will wrestle you for it," Tony suggested.
Loki snorted, "so it that it? The three ways to amuse you? Fighting, sex, and alcohol?"
Tony grinned, nodding.
"You are too much. Come here."
Tony began walking towards to Loki, but tripped over his own feet, and fell.
Instinctively, Loki reached his arms out and leaned forwards, catching Tony. He made an 'oof' sound from the impact, then let out a small growl. "I said come here, not 'attack me.'"
Tony blinked, putting on puppy dog eyes, and leaned closer to Loki's face. "Forgive me?"
Loki closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the alcohol in Tony's breath.
"Want a taste?"
"I..." Loki frowned.
Tony leaned forwards again, closing the space between them. Without hesitation, Loki wrapped his arms around Tony's waist, and returned the kiss.
Moments later, Tony pulled away, licking his lips.
Loki rolled his eyes, "I hate you. Get off of me."
"Lokes, please."
"Lokes?"
"Yeah, see," Tony shifted into a more upright position on Loki's lap, "I figure, if you call me Anthony, I can call you Lokes."
"Lokes?" Loki repeated.
"It's Lokes or... Lokey-bear."
"No. Neither."
"Loki, Loki, bo-bokie, banana-fana fo-fokie, fee-fi-mo-moki, Loki!"
Loki paused, staring at him. "I think I prefer Lokes."
Tony laughed.
"Okay. Here." Loki made the bottle re-appear in his hands. He handed it over to Tony, and Tony immediately took a sip. Without Loki telling him it was enough, he took another.
"How strong is this?" Tony chuckled, "it feels really strong - like, if Thor were liquidized and turned into alcohol."
Loki groaned, and rolled his eyes as Tony took another sip... followed by another.
Immediately after Tony lowered the bottle from his lips, he felt dizzy, and all out wasted. "I..." he barely managed to slur out. Suddenly, he felt as though he was about to fall over, and waved the bottle around, trying to regain his balance.
Loki raised an eyebrow, and took the bottle back from Tony.
"You know..." Tony muttered out, blinking rapidly before he eyes remained closed. Moments later, he passed out.
"Idiot," Loki muttered.

"Urrgh," Tony groaned, sitting up. Head rush. He flopped back down on the bed with another groan. He rubbed his temples, and slowly looked over towards the small green magic glowing through the darkness. "Loki?"
No answer.
"Loki...?"
Silence.
Tony slowly sat up, glad that he only got a head rush, and not a throbbing migraine as he usually did when he got hangovers. When he got out of bed, he was immediately greeted by the air much colder than his warm bed. He shivered, wondering what happened to his pants, but made his way over to Loki. Halfway to the chair, he hit something, and fell on the ground. "Ow," he muttered instinctively.
He sat upright and used the light of his arc reactor to see that he had tripped over the feet on Loki's chair, which was laying sideways on the ground. "Lo...ki?" He looked back up to re-locate Loki's light, but it was gone. "Loki, where the fuck are you?"
Continuing to use his arc reactor as a flashlight, he began crawling along the floor, using his hands to search all around him, trying to find Loki.
Eventually, Tony found him, by the arc reactor lighting up his eyes, when he was mere inches away. "Shit," he gasped, jumping backwards.
Loki glared at him.
"Errm... did I do something?"
Loki huffed, and turned his head away from Tony.
"I'll... take that as a yes," he sighed. "I'm sorry?"
Loki shoved Tony away from him and stood up, using his magic as light, guiding him as he walked to the other side of the room.
"Loki? What did I do?" Tony asked, pulling himself up off the ground.
No answer.
"Loki, dammit," Tony groaned, walking out to find Loki, again, "would you talk to me?" Suddenly, he stepped on something, and it rolled out from underneath him, and he fell face-first into the ground. "I am so glad I can't get hurt," Tony muttered to himself. He searched the floor to see what he tripped on this time. He was surprised, to say the least, when he grabbed the bottle: completely empty. "Somehow... I'm guessing you didn't throw this down the drain to keep from me from doing that, again?"
Again, Loki didn't answer.
"For the love of God, Loki, light this place up. I know you're capable of it. I know you're here, I know you can hear me. You know I'm not going to give up. I'm sorry."
There was a long period of nothing, but finally, the room was dimly lit up, just enough to see through the darkness.
Nothing in the room was in its rightful place: not even Tony's bed - though the bed was the only thing that wasn't broken.
Looking around, Tony found Loki in the corner of the room. His hair was a mess, his outfit was torn and ripped, and he looked absolutely awful.
"Loki?" Tony asked, slowly and cautiously stepping towards him. He knelt down in front of him, and just stared at him, unknowing of what to say.
"What happened?" he asked after a while of silence.
Loki slowly looked up into Tony's eyes, and held his gaze for a few minutes. "I had..." he trailed off, looking back down at the ground. He brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them.
"You had... a nightmare?" Tony guessed.
"It was a haunting memory. It was very vivid."
Tony stood up, and extended his hand out to Loki, "come on."
Loki looked up at him confused.
"We're going over to the bed, and you can talk about it, if you want, and I'll listen."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why? Why not?"
"Why would you listen to anything I have to say?"
"Because, I know what it's like, to have this and have no one to talk to. So, I'm giving you the help I never got. You deserve it. Come on."
Slowly, Loki accepted Tony's hand, and Tony pulled him up to his feet, leading him to the bed. They sat down on opposite ends, facing each other, and Tony didn't say a word.
Eventually, Loki spoke. "I had a drink."
Tony nodded.
"I had too much. I passed out, as you did. I had never slept for so long in... so many years. I had a nightmare I could not escape from. When I woke, the lights were out. I couldn't... I didn't know what was real, at that point. The nightmares became real, or rather..."
"You began to hallucinate them."
Loki slowly nodded. The expression on his face told Tony that he wished he could deny it, but there was no way to. "Have you ever had such a terribly, vivid dream which felt so real, that even when you woke, you still thought you were dreaming? It feels like everything is real, and you're truly living it?"
Tony nodded, "yeah. I do."
The both exchanged a glance, and it was then that they both realized just how broken the other was.
"So, what'd you dream about?"
"Darkness."
"What more than that? What happened in the past that's haunting you so much?"
"It is irrelevant."
Tony made a 'pfft' noise, "I hardly think so."
"You would not believe me, anyway."
"Try me."
"You will hate me."
"Babe, I can't hate you anymore than I did before - and even then, I let you fuck me," Tony winked.
Loki stared at him, remaining silent.
"So, I joke to deal with things. That was my way of saying 'I'm not going to hate you, trust me.'"
Loki took in a deep breath, held it for a seconds, then blew it out. "A few years ago..." Loki began, only to trail off, thinking about what to, and not to say. "I fell from the bi-frost."
"The bi-frost..."
"It is... to simplify for you, it is a big machine that throws you through space to other realms."
Tony nodded, ignoring Loki's response that could be from a book 'Asgard: for dummies,' if such a book existed.
"When I fell, I expected death. That wasn't the case. I was taken in by Thanos, and for the next two years..." Loki paused, taking in a deep breath. He broke eyes contact with Tony, looking anywhere and everywhere else. "For the next two years, I was tortured, lied to, manipulated, and with the help of the Tesseract: mind controlled." Loki paused. "He was in my head. He was everywhere."
Tony froze, staring at Loki, not even blinking.
"Sometimes, I am not sure if I am just thinking about the things he said, or if he is back, and that is... It is the most horrifying thing."
Before Tony could stop himself, he lunged on top of Loki and hugged him tighter than he had ever hugged anyone else. "It's okay. He's not here, the Tesseract is gone; you're okay. You're safe, now."
Slowly, Loki wrapped his arms around Tony, hugging him just as tight.
Tony knew what the New York incident did to him. He knew what it did to Clint. He knew what it did to Selvig. He knew what it did to everyone... but he couldn't imagine what it had done to Loki - especially when it followed two years of torture.
Neither moved, until Loki sniffled. Tony tried to pull back to look at Loki, but Loki tightened his arms around him, preventing him from moving and seeing him, and Tony understood completely.
"When we get outta here, we're gonna kick his ass. Or, I can, and you can stay back, and stay safe."
"We?" Loki repeated.
"Well, yeah, you're innocent, you have no reason to be in here."
"Not completely."
"What?" Tony pulled back out of Loki's arms, and stared at him, awaiting an explanation.
"I..." Loki sighed. "I destroyed Jotunheim. A good part of it, anyway. I murdered... many."
"And this was before...?"
Loki nodded.
"So you were, you?"
"Yes."
Tony snort-laughed, "why?"
"Why is that amusing?"
"You think there's racism, or realmism, or whatever you would call it. You seemed so pissed about it. It turns out that you destroyed part of an entire 'realm.' That's kind of just... funny."
Loki rolled his eyes, "I had reasons."
"Which were...?" Tony pushed.
"I had to fix the mess Thor created. He started a war."
"So killing their King and destroying their planet is how to bring peace?"
"You know nothing of it, you cannot possibly understand."
"You're right, I don't and I can't, so help me to."
"Another time. It is not important."
"Fine. You're still not as guilty, then, though. Maybe you can stay in here for two thousand years." Tony tried to sound hopeful, but it didn't come out that way at all.
"What is the difference?"
"Uhh... about two thousand years?"
"Odin would never believe it. There is no proo -" Loki stopped mid-sentence, staring at Tony. "Does this mean you believe me?"
"Yeah?"
"You actually...?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Why would you?"
"I know the look in your eyes, the tone of your voice, drinking too much and hiding in the corner. Dreams so bad you don't know what's real and what's not. The loss of words and knowing how explain it. You can't fake that. Even if you are the best liar ever... you can't fake it that well."
Loki smiled lightly.
"Come on, then," Tony laid down and folded the blankets over, for Loki to get in.
"You cannot possibly expect me to sleep."
"No, but I'm not going to either, I just woke up."
"Then, why...?"
"We've got a long night, we might as well get comfy."
"What makes you think I cannot be comfy elsewhere?"
"You won't be alone, here."
Loki smiled, and nestled up beside Tony, resting his head on Tony's chest, and Tony wrapped his arm around Loki.
Neither were able to fall asleep, but they stayed in their position, silent, merely enjoying each other's company, for the rest of the night.