Not an hour went by when Loki was awoken by his violent coughing. Sometimes it sounded like someone was suffocating, and other times it was like someone was gagging up blood. And that's when Loki finally made his way to the kitchen in the large home, or tower, or whatever. He began looking around the space for a knife, or something sharp to cause himself pain. That's when Tony walked in.
"Hey there, what are you looking for? I called your brother too, sorry." He stated, clearly not being sorry.
"YOU DI-" Loki's voice failed him after the second work and the rest came out as a high-pitched squeak. He rubbed his throat and began to make his way back to the room Tony had left him. If Thor and him were going to have a conversation it was going to be alone. Not to mention that he was exhausted and he felt like he was going to puke any moment. As he was walking he saw all the random things and rooms scattered around where Tony lived. It wasn't much better than Thor's room. Loki let out a grunt of disgust when Thor crossed his mind, he really did not want to see him.
Loki had finally reached his room, as he entered he realized how large this room actually was. You could fit about 4 of Tony's circle beds in it, maybe more. Then he saw how bland it was, everything was wither Grey, Black, or White. Except for the sheets. Loki had bleed on the sheets while he was sleeping. He ran a finger over his arm and an overwhelming sensation came over him. He wanted pain, even though the stitches were gone he wanted more pain. He neededit.
Loki magically locked the door and walked over to the large bathroom the room had and he searched. He searched for anything- sharp, dull, glass, metal. Then he found it. He found an old straight razor, probably forgotten about and tossed away. He opened it to see that the blade was still new and sharp. He took off the shirt and pants Tony had given him to stay in so he would not spoil them. Then he took a minute to admire it before he slowly cut over the healing cuts on his arms and legs. He dug the razor into his skin and pulled it sharply, once, twice, again and again. He was creating large gashes on his legs now, his arms were too bloody to harm more. His skin splitting made him feel a sort of relief, and the blood was even more evidence of that. After a few more moments he dropped the razor and lifted himself up. There was now blood running down his legs and arms onto the floor, he would need to clean that up later. But for not he wriggled off his undergarments and hopped into the shower, cleaning himself up the best he could. He then rummaged around the bathroom and eventually found extra toilet paper. That would have to work to help calm the bleeding for now- until he could get other supplies. Loki tended to his wounds, put the long-sleeved ACDC shirt and baggy sweatpants on that Tony gave him and he slowly walked back into the large room. He slowly walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it ,unlocking the door and then, falling into a peaceful sleep.
Loki hadn't even heard when Tony had walked into the room. Tony quietly sneaked past Loki to go to the bathroom. The truth of the matter is Tony gave Loki his room for the time being until he figured out where to put him. But when he walked into the bathroom he knew that was a mistake. There was blood covering the floor and shower, along with the counter-tops and he saw his trust ol' straight razor on the counter aswell. He stared at the mess before he heard something behind him. He turned around to see a white faced Loki.
"I-I am sorry. I can clean this up. I'm very, very, very sorry." Loki looked like he was about to cry, he was shaking and holding onto the side of the door to keep from falling.
"Just go back to bed, I'll do it." Tony stepped closer to close the door when he heard Loki whisper something. He couldn't quite make it out but it was something close to 'mote mell Thor'.
Loki walked back over to the bed and curled into a ball in the middle, he let a few small tears stream down his face before he calmed down once again and fell asleep.
Tony was busy at work, bleaching the tiles, the shower, the counters, everything! And nothing was seeming to work. Was his blood different than normal blood? No, that's not possible. He kept thinking crazy thoughts while he cleaned up his enemies blood. His enemy. Loki, the God of Mischief was in his house, sleeping on his bed. Vulnerable and alone. Tony didn't know what he was doing anymore. But once he cleaned up all the blood he took a shower himself. After that he crawled into bed- his own bed. He soon fell asleep but he couldn't help but feel someone was in the room with him.
"STARK?"
"OH MY GOD, LOKI?"
"LOKI? MAN OF IORN, WHAT ARE YOU GOING WITH MY BROTHER?"