Hi I'm Back. Really short chapter but I promised to deliver so here it is. I hope you guys are still out there :) This story is 2/3 in so should be done by the end of the month. Enjoy and if you feel like fuelling my Loki flame, review :)

P.S If you added me to author alert your mail box has probably been bombarded with emails. These are not my new stories. I'm just posting stuff from my old account, hoping to eventually bring everything across by the end of the week so I can solely focus on this one. These works are not all that great as I mostly wrote in that account when I was still learning english writing and my spelling and grammar is atrocious but if the fandom interests you check em out I've been revamping allot of them, editing grammar and spelling so shouldn't be as bad as before :)

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Loki was falling through a shadowed abyss; arms and legs flailing about to retain balance. Above him a hand, unattached and ghostly, floated suspended in motion. Always just out of his reach. He needed that hand. The security it offered, the forgiveness it signified. Without it he will just go on falling forever.

"My son, take my hand."

"My darling boy, I will catch you."

"Take my hand brother."

"Let me help you your highness."

"Loki."

"Loki."

"Loki."

"LOKI!"

"Huh…ah…To…Tony?"

"Yeah you were spazzing out lover boy. Thought I better wake you up before you shifted or something."

The demi-god nodded. Sitting up he let his head fall into his hands. A nightmare. Just another nightmare. He slid his hands slowly down his face and peaked over the tips of his fingers. Tony was frowning and chewing his bottom lip. Sighing Loki resigned himself.

"It was nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Like hell."

"Tony…"

"No tell me. I want to know."

Loki laughed, "Want to know what terrifies the gods?"

"Not really. I'm more concerned with what terrifies my partner."

Loki sighed and Tony panicked.

"Wait was it me? Was it too soon or something? Are you afraid of commitment or…"

Loki frowned, commitment, really? What happened to 'one night of experimentation'?

"No Tony. Its not you its me…"

"Oh-oh"

"What?" Loki growled, quickly getting frustrated with talk that was going nowhere.

Tony shrugged, "can't be good."

"If you must know Stark I had a nightmare about my fall from Asgard. Now will you let me sleep another hour or two before we march off for what is bound to be another day of fruitless trekking?"

Tony appeared to seriously contemplate the question before leaning back into the furs, arms stretched wide to accommodate his lover. He jerked one eyebrow in a come-hither gesture, glancing over the demi-gods naked torso. Loki rolled his eyes but fell forward to gently drape himself over the human. Tony wrapped both arms around the bony frame gently running his callus fingers over the protruding vertebra on Loki's back. Before they ever had a chance to settle both lovers startled at the sound of crunching of granite only a few feet from where they lay.

"What was…"

"Shhh," one finger pressed urgently against the furry upper lip. Silence surrounded them for over an hour before Loki felt safe enough to remove his finger and the spell from Tony.

"Damn I hate when you do that. I am able to keep quite you know. Don't have to freeze my vocal cords every time you feel like it."

"It was probably nothing," Loki muttered to himself, choosing to ignore Tony's hissy fit. "We should sleep."

The mortal man nodded and pressed an offhanded kiss to the top of Loki's head.

Neither men slept a wink that night.

As it were Loki was first to give up the sleeping façade, and rose a few hours later to start on breakfast. Tony amused himself by watching the demi-god dress and bend over the fireplace. Two round globes encased in leather swayed invitingly when Loki leaned down to set logs for the fire.

"Stop perving Stark. If you have nothing to do get up and get dressed, breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

Sighing with a smile, Tony stretched and set up to look for his clothe. He could get used to this domesticity. Loki made good on his word and they proceeded to share a breakfast of oats and dry peaches in comfortable silence. Tony for once satisfied with simply watching the other man. The sinful convulsing throat moving in rhythm as the raven gracefully spooned porridge into his mouth.

"Do I have something on my face Stark?"

Tony ducked his head at having been noticed and mumbled into his bowl.

"No."

Loki frowned and waved to vanish his dish and cutlery. Getting up he began shrinking furs, throwing nonchalantly over his shoulder, "then finish your food, and dismantle the fire. We should get going if we hope to make a dent in the set out of this Odin-forsaken place."

Tony did as instructed and by the time he was beating his pant leg to extinguish a minor flame, (hey it happens) Loki was already out of sight. Tony swore and ran to catch up with the demi-god, grabbing his Iron Man suit-case on the way. When they were once more walking along side each other Tony attempted to divulge the cause of his partners sombre mood.

"So what crawled up your ass? Cause as far as I remember the pleasure wasn't mine."

Loki stumbled, his long legs getting tangled in his rush to catch himself. Tony instinctively reached out and caught the taller man, before his face could kiss the ground. Immediately righting himself, Loki pushed away from Tony and stabbed one elegant finger in his chest.

"You…How dare you. Honestly Stark what is wrong with you? One might think you were raised by trolls, the way you throw vulgarities around."

"I'm sorry I offended your royal ears?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"My ears are not royal. And for your information this language doesn't win you points with me Stark."

"Points, really? How did you come across this Midgardian reference."

Loki blushed and briskly walked ahead.

"None of your business."

"Ok let me rephrase. If you do not mind I wish to enquire as to the cause of your dismal mood. Better?"

"Much."

"So…"

"Tony let…it…be."

"I don't think so. Yo…"

A pebble rushed by his foot and before Loki could so much as turn around something crashed with the back of his head, snapping his neck and rendering him immobile. He could do nothing but watch, glassy eyed, as Tony attempted to swing his case at something sitting atop him. A swish of air and a device akin to an arrow with a needle fine tip lodged itself in the side of Starks neck. Brown eyes widened then rolled back, sooty lashes drooped heavily and Loki watched him, as if in slow motion, fall on his knees and forward. One hand reaching out blindly for where he perceived Loki to be. Fingers just managing to curl through the tips of the demi-gods own. He felt a similar dart pierce the side of his own neck. And then darkness.