A/N: I'm evil. That is all. :)
The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.
"What can we do to stop this?" Lee looked between Clint and and Elpis. "We need to stop this, something needs to happen."
Eindride had pulled himself over, sitting on his knees behind Loki. "Dad? There has to be something we can do." He couldn't just sit there and listen as something that should have been kept in his memories hurt his parents and was potentially killing his unborn sibling.
Loki took a deep breath as he tried to concentrate through the pain. "I'll have a few moments," Loki said, trying not to let his words stutter. "The only way to save her, is to give her to another." Eindride and Lee frowned a little. Elpis glanced over at them as they spoke. "I can no longer carry her if we wish her to live. Someone will need to willingly take her as their own."
"When you say as their own?" Clint started to ask, helping Tony move into a more comfortable position to ride out the effects of the gas.
"She will be theirs in all ways, genetically as well." Loki groaned in pain, shutting his eyes tightly as another wave of pain wracked his body. "It's the only way to stop this, she can't be part Fae." Tony reached his hand out and took Loki's, giving it a squeeze. "It'll have to be done quickly-"
"I'll do it," Lee said quickly. Clint turned his head to look at her as Loki opened his eyes. "I'll do it, if it'll save the baby."
"We'll do it," Clint corrected her. His eyes were a little wide at the quick decision, but if they were the only chance at saving a baby, he wouldn't second guess it.
Loki nodded a little, holding onto Tony's hand. "Take one of her hands," he said to Clint as he took Lee's other hand, his hand starting to glow.
Elpis watched it all start to happen, then felt the slight movement of the man under her knee and tried not to growl too loudly. He was smiling and laughing at the situation. Grabbing the collar of his shirt she hauled him up to stand in front of her and started to pull him from the room. "the show was about to get started."
"JARVIS, please tell me that there are holding cells in this tower," Elpis asked as they headed towards the elevator.
"I shall take you to them, Miss Hope," the AI replied, sounding as determined as her. She was positive after all this time JARVIS was very much sympathetic to Tony and Loki's feelings and what happened to them. If he so wanted he'd kill Gjinir as much as everyone else would probably want to, including Elpis.
"Are you going to torture me now?" Gjinir started to taunt. "Will you let your fires consume me as you had promised before hand?"
"Oh, you will know what my fire feels like," Elpis told him. "but not until I've gotten what I want from you. I don't think I'm the one that you should be worried about, though." She told hi as the elevator stopped moving. They were greeted with a grey hallway that had several doors. She didn't want to know why Tony would have felt the need to make a floor like this with rooms for this, but was glad right now that he had.
Tony lowered himself slowly on the couch, silently, next to Loki. He reached out and slid his hand underneath Loki's, turning it so their palms met and he was able to lace his fingers with Loki's. It had taken several hours for the pain his in muscles to wear off enough so he could move, knowing he had breathed in more of the chemical than Loki or Eindride.
He let Loki leaned against his arm, not saying anything, noting how Loki kept his other hand consciously at his other side, no where near his now flat stomach. "You know," Tony started after several moments of silence. "I've been thinking. Where's my special note from the fates?" Loki raised an eyebrow slightly, not looking at him though. "I mean. I got a piece of unstable machinery put in my chest, and I changed and all that shit. Then I even managed to get a family, get a little happy you know, and shit keeps happening. I want my piece of good news."
"You don't believe in the Fates, Tony," Loki told him quietly.
"Well, maybe not when I was younger, and before I met you," Tony started.
"Even after we got together," Loki corrected him. "They probably don't feel the same way that you feel."
"Then where's is your 'We're sorry' note?" Tony turned his head a little to look at Loki. He could see the older immortal staring out of the window at the darkening horizon. "You've been through more shit than I have, and you believe in them."
"Tony," Loki said, barely audible, sounding exhausted. Tony tried not to frown. He didn't like seeing this Loki. The Loki that had been beaten down, stripped down to raw emotions, the fire in his soul down to bare whisper. Tony wrapped his arms around him suddenly, pulling Loki into his chest. Loki didn't try to fight it and Tony closed his eyes tightly as he rested his cheek against the top of Loki's head.
"We're going to get through this," Tony said quietly. "That's how we do this. Shit happens, and we work through it, together. Things could have been so much worse." He could practically feel the constriction in Loki's chest as he tried to fight back his tears. Even after so many years together Loki still hated showing so many emotions in front of Tony.
"Knowing the child was once ours? That it's going to be raised part of another family? Knowing that she-" Loki choked back his words, pressing his face into Tony's shirt.
"She could have died," Tony replied softly. "Then no one would have had the joy of a child around. I'm not happy about this either, fuck, I don't know how I'm not going crazy right now." He ran his hand through Loki's hair. "But, at least we know who she went to, we know what they're like, we know that they will take care of her, and love her, and will never treat her with any less than the love that we would have given her." He gripped at Loki's shirt to try and stop the slight shake in them. He took a breath. "We have each other, and we will get through this." Tony told him again, and Loki nodded once into his chest.