The air seemed to Tony, to be almost tepid. The fluorescent lights, which spanned the ceiling of the concrete room, glowed with an alien brightness, shedding light on every surface, eradicating all shadows. The only sounds were his breathing and the faint sound of callused fingers taping the keyboard of his tablet. There was no loud AC/DC blasting in the background to distract him from his every single thought and emotion. I was just too much. He really didn't know weather to hit the god or kiss him. How on earth did people deal with these…feelings?! Honestly, life was soooo much easier when you just had one night stands and didn't get romantically involved. How could anyone cope with seeing the person they… that they…loved…stand close to anyone else, touch anyone else, look at anyone else? It was torture, and Tony Stark hated and Loved every second of it. And that was it… he loved Loki…

Suddenly, Tony saw that the liquid in the half empty glass he had pushed absent-mindedly to the side of his desk was shaking. Well that was very strange, New York hadn't had an earthquake in forever… and they wouldn't have felt it this high in the tower either. It stopped just as quickly as it had started, and the silence fell again, although now the air seemed to be full of some kind of electric charge, as if lightning were about to strike.

CRASH!

The inventor looked up,he knew that sound. It was the very distinct sound of a glass window being shattered…again. Jesus he really needed to find some way to reinforce those windows, because having to constantly replace them was starting to get irritating.

"Mr. Stark, it appears that Mr. Odin-"

"I know Jarvis…"

There was only one individual capable of making such a destructive entrance, and it just so happened that this individual was the last god Tony wanted to see right now.

Tony jumped up from his desk and put on his suit. There was no way he was going to meet the 'king of the morons' without a weapon.

He had taken to coming down here to work on it whenever Loki locked himself in… Tony's room? Their room? It was the same design but allot thinner, something, which he had a certain mischief-maker to thank for.

One day when Loki had been sitting in the workshop, the god had said something along the lines of "you know Stark, your suit doesn't need to be that heavy. If you were to use magic to add extra strength into the metal when you…what's it called? Shape it? Ohh never mind you know what I mean. You wouldn't need to add the extra weight."

And so Tony had started on the mark 10, with some help from Loki, if the god was in a good mood. The only thing Loki had asked for in return for the help with the suit was that he painted it green and silver instead of red and gold.

It was sooo worth it.

When Loki and Steve reached the living room, the strangest sight anyone has seen in almost a thousand years confronted them. Standing amidst a pile of shattered glass was Thor. The god of thunder was standing tall and strong against the backdrop of the New York skyline, hammer raised. The reason for his defensive stance could be found on the other side of the room. Standing by the elevator, Tony Stark, Iron man was standing in an amazingly thin suit of green and silver armor, visor down, aiming a repulsor ray straight at Thor's face.

Clint and Natasha were trying to convince Tony to take off the suit, and Bruce seemed to have tactfully left the building.
"Tony, calm down! just lower your hand and we can all sit down and talk about this, like civilized adults"

Tony wasn't listening. They didn't understand and probably never would. This... monster had left his own brother to die. To be tortured and raped day after day. If they thought he was going to drop his weapon than they were out of their minds.

Thor had no idea what to make of this. Had Stark finally gone crazy after all? The mortal had no obvious reason to be angry with him, let alone try to kill him. He took a step forward, attempting to try to reason with the man.

"Tony Stark-son. I do not know what I have done to wrong you, but you can rest assured that I-"

"One more step point break, and I will incinerate you." The inventors voice came out like a growl. Thor looked a little taken aback, but lifted his foot as if to take another step forward. Tony lowered his arm so that it was pointing at a spot right by Thor's left foot and fired. All that was left of the place he had shot at was a huge hole.

"That was a warning shot. Next one goes straight through your head."

"No!"

Everyone turned, looking for the source of the new voice.

Loki didn't know what to do. Stark had his weapons locked on Thor. His brother, the one who had loved him when no one else had. The person who had no doubt searched for him after his capture. Then there was Stark, the one who had looked after him and disguised him. The person who had saved him from the torture... and had curled up with him at night when he had awoken screaming because of the nightmares.

But now seeing the two men that he loved getting ready to fight was just too much.

Dimitri had thrown himself in between the god and the mortal,and was standing with his arms outstretched.

"Calm down, Tony. Please just calm down and take off the suit. I know that you are better than this Tony, calm down." The mortals voice was calm and steady. Thor didn't recognize the man as one of Starks staff. He had a thin, pale body, and a long angular face. Thor breathed in his scent. The mortal smelled of old books, green tea, and magic. Oh, Loki… Is this where you have been hiding.

Thor smiled and dropped his hammer.

"Peace, Tony Stark-son. I mean you no harm."

A/n: OK.. I might delete this chapter and re write it, because i am really unhappy with it. Please review and let me know what you think, because i don't think this turned out well at all.