Hey yall! So some of you don't like adult Loki behaving like a sad child, and I'm sorry to say he'll be like this for a few more chapters. :(

ALSO I have a new idea for a brand new story! (Avengers/Loki of course) so you might see that start soon. Very soon.

Please enjoy and review!

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Tony was now on the phone with Natasha, explaining what he could and where they were. SHEILD hadn't done this- so who had? Who the fuck blows up a tip top secret bomb shelter 50 feet underground? Who the fuck has the time for this!?

"Natasha, look, right now- I just want to get to safety. No, I don't want SHEILD right now- but frankly it seems like they're the only ones who can help. I can't reach Jarvis like this. Loki is still freaking out- I'M freaking out." He rubbed his temples, glancing over next to him to see Loki just drawing pictures in the dirt. After he and Thor got off the phone, he just kept quiet.

"Tony, I'm trying to get someone private to pick you up. Can't you reach Jarvis in your cell?"

Tony grumbled, "No. No this isn't a Stark phone- it's a fucking 1990 emergency cell that didn't blow up with everything else. Look- how about send Thor? He could pick us up and then do that teleport thing back to my tower or something."

Loki perked up at the name of his brother. "Thor?" He asked in a tiny whisper. Tony locked eyes with him and sighed. Christ. He looked even more pathetic now as an adult.

"Hold on buddy- I'm just seeing if he can come here. No guarantees." He whispered back before talking to Natasha again. Loki dropped his head in a "hmpf" and continued to draw little stars in the sand. He wanted his brother. He wanted his brother to come and take him away from this scary place.

Natasha thought on the other side of the line before answering. "Thor is needed here right now- but I'll ask him. "You sure Loki isn't hurt? You?"

"Oh hell yeah- I'm hurt. So just send him, okay? Now." Tony seemed mad but he wasn't. He was terrified. Hanging up he leaned against some thick metal, sitting down with groans.

"A-are you okay?" Loki asked, watching Tony. Could everyone just not see him bleeding? Not hear his pained grumbles and curses?

"Yeah-yeah I'm fine." Tony assured. They sat across from each other until Loki got up, going right over to Tony's injury. "You- you… you're not okay." He said. "You're bleeding."

"Yeah well it's calming down now. It's fine." Tony said, alittle nervous when adult Loki came close like that. Loki shook his head, taking Tony's bleeding leg and ripping apart the jeans that guarded it.

"Hey- woah- um-"

"Be quiet." He whispered, looking over the large gash and a few around it. His eyes turned almost a dark green before he looked to Tony. Inside his eyes, he was still innocent. Still a kid. "I'm.. I'mma' try and heal it."

"How." Tony asked in a blunt statement.

"I'm… going to heal it." Loki sounded unsure of himself, which Tony didn't feel comfortable with.

"Thor's coming. He can take me to a proper hospital." Tony insisted. Loki seemed to squeeze his lips together and sat on the ground, eyes watering up all of a sudden. "Oh-" Tony started, "Oh hey- look, not that I don't appreciate you trying but-"

"No one lets me help!" Loki yelled, putting fists into the ground. His eyes started spilling tears once more. "Every time I try to help I get in trouble!" He started to sob, hands to his eyes.

"Hey hey-" Tony instantly came over, nervous but instinct kicking in. "Look, I see you're trying to help Lo', but-"

"But what!" Loki shouted, scooting away from Tony in a fit. "But what!"

"Loki, calm down." Tony said, seeing those green lights coming around then again.

"No!" He thumped on his back to the floor, trying harder.

Jesus Christ- "Loki, stop it. Here, you can help me if you want, okay? Okay? Stop it," He was scolding but in a way just trying to calm him down. The new man looked so weak and was obviously upset to the brink..

"No! You all don't understand!" Loki spoke, rolling over and…. Turning blue?

"Loki, enough. Please. You can help me if you want. Okay? Stop."

Suddenly there was some thunder in the distance, and Tony almost sobbed himself. Thor was here.

Loki looked up and sniffed up all his snot, knowing that boom like he heard it a thousand times before. Thor was here. Thor was here! He stood immediately on shaky legs, green lights disappearing as he called out, "Thor! Thor!"

The big blonde brute was in the distance, as when he called back it didn't sound so close. "Loki? Anthony!"

"We're down here!" Tony waved, clanking some metal together for Thor to follow.

"Thor!" Loki hiccupped, going to where he saw his brother's figure.

It was all okay now.

Thor was here…

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They had been brought back to Tony's beach house (New York seemed so crowded and hostile at the moment, so Tony made the last minute change as they were shooting across the sky.). Loki was hanging onto his brother as if he'd die without him, seated both on the couch looking out to the water. Tony paid the brothers no time as he was downstairs checking on his suits and updating Jarvis on everything. He also was due to make a call to Natasha soon too.

"Brother," Thor soothed, patting the raven locks that fell into his neck. "Brother you cling so tightly."

Loki stayed put, silent as his eyes drooped into half slumber. The man was sedated and he'd like to be that way for some time. So Thor sighed and ignored the slight pain around him, thinking about everything. Anything.

How was his brother big again?- and yet… he had the mind of a child; perhaps less than that too. Who had attacked Tony Stark without SHEILD having anything to do with it? Who was the apparent voice in Loki's head?

The big log thought about all these thing for almost 2 hours, the sun setting on the California coast before there was a tap on his shoulder. Surprised, he shot up a look to find Tony.

"Hey," The man whispered, holding a plate with some cheeseburgers. "He's sleeping."

Thor blinked then looked down to his brother, who had shifted so his head was in Thor's lap. His body was taking over the rest of his couch, mouth slightly open as he looked almost dead. But no- he was sleeping. Sleeping.

"He has not slept in weeks, has he?" Thor asked Tony, looking up. Tony cautioned Thor with a finger over the mouth before nodding a 'yes'. It wasn't exactly 'weeks' but yeah. Loki hadn't knocked out like this for a long time.

Better enjoy it.

"Eat," Tony insisted, putting the plate on the arm rest as he went to get Thor some drinks. Those 4 cheeseburgers would probably only satisfy Thor for a little bit, but hey, atleast Stark offered.

"Thank you," Thor whispered back, un-wrapping the fast food carefully. Loki didn't even pay mind to the slightest move or crinkle from Thor. He was sleeping like a baby.

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Tony had disappeared again to his lab, probably fixing his open wounds with the help of Jarvis and his technology arms. Now Thor had gotten up, replacing his lap with a pillow for Loki.

He chose to stay by close though, the fear still strong that Loki would wake up with bad dreams.

It was okay in the end, as Loki slept until 3 in the morning before blinking awake. This was a natural awareness though, not from nightmares or plagued dreams. His eyes glowed as he saw the dark blue ocean In the window, and then he felt a gentle hand in his hair.

"It is alright, brother." Thor whispered, crouching down infront of Loki. The little brother gave a weak smile. "I saved Anthony, Thor. I did." He spoke proudly in a small voice. Thor couldn't help but smile.

"Did you?" He asked.

"I did. I killed them. I killed them before they killed him…"

He killed….

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"You… you killed?" Thor couldn't help but question, his smile turning dark. Loki nodded, blinking slowly as he was still tired. "I did. I saved him."

I saved someone.

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/(o.o)/ uh oh Thor! Is this really a cause for concern that Loki had killed once more? what are those little Green lights guys!? Review please!