Tony isn't particularly musical, but something about whatever Loki's playing sets the room on the edge of a knife and he is suddenly hyperaware of his blood rushing violently beneath his paper-thin skin.

Tony watches as Loki breathes and those tiny little scars around the edges of his lips move as he breathes and prepares to sing.

"If you stared into the void and the void screamed back, baby you'd shake it

off your bleeding hands and

you thought me too good to be true till you knew that I'm not that good,

neither nor all that true to you"

Tony feels like everyone knows that Loki's singing about him and his face is on fire. He also feels like he's floating somewhere in space, because this strange, beautiful, and possibly demented creature was inspired by him to write a fucking song and that's something beautiful that not even the forest fire happening between his eyes and mouth can touch.

"If you ran away from home to join the circus, baby you've struck silver

off my tongue, but there is gold in the ether and

you thought me magic till you knew we

can never come clean, even if we do come true"

Tony doesn't know if this is Loki's way of saying that he wants them both to tell their secrets to one another or not, but suddenly he really wants to.

Whatever the hell that means.

The timber of Loki's voice shifts from loud and impassioned to soft and gentle and a collective chill seems to wrack the audience.

Loki looks uncontrollably sad. His voice warbles and breaks with it.

"You don't ask me questions

You don't want the answers

You don't want the silhouette

You don't want the dancer

You just want to forget

And baby I do too

Let me get lost in you

I don't want your name

I don't want your rose

I don't want your family tree

Just want you out of your clothes

I'll ride that household plague enough

fall from grace into graceless love

Let me get lost in you"

Loki's hands are moving so fast that Tony almost can't see them and his heart's pounding out of his chest and he doesn't know if he wants to sob or not. Before he can start to berate himself for being so wildly sentimental Loki starts to sing again.

"If you need a new face and name, daddy's money can build it

with your clever hands to cut it quick, our whispers can fill it

you can hack a hallowed hall out of the sky for a bell ring"

He stops and breathes and Tony breathes with him. Loki looks down at him and he looks back up and suddenly Tony notices that his face is wet with tears.

"Hush darling." Says Loki, directly to him and Tony forcefully tries to scrub the tears off of his skin as the whole audience pivots in his general direction, trying to figure out who their idol is talking to.

"Roman Red and Deifiction Serene!" Loki howls and the silence which follows is not that of a disinterested audience, but the silence of one that has been shocked beyond speech.

No one even claps.

"Your regularly scheduled programming will resume in, oh I don't really know, thirty minutes or so?" Loki tries for jovial but his voice sounds raw and open. He shoots Tony a meaningful look which Tony immediately understands.

He begins to disentangle himself from the Pink Ladies and sneak around to the back of the building, where people will be carrying things in and out and he'll be able to slip inside while avoiding most of the fan hoard.

"You're welcome." Says Loki before flouncing off the stage.


FGS: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE. STOP IT. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE.

Loki'd: Haha. Yeah. Sometimes I kind of do shit like that on purpose because I'm a dick.

xD: DAT SQUEE.

Stormy: YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE EITHER. BY THE MANY-LEGGED REINDEER WHO SCATTERS BOOT-MEET ACROSS THE FJORDS I FORBID IT.

Nyann: There blows that song, y'arr.

Iris: Thank you for reading and reviewing. Loki, however, is not based off of Marilyn Manson. He is based off of David Bowie's Early 70's glam rock persona Ziggy Stardust. His music saved my life and for two years was my life. Please google/youtube Ziggy Stardust. It is very important to me that people understand where I am coming from and the esthetic I am emulating and utilizing. Just because something is shocking or outrageous or flamboyant does not make it retro glam rock. I am sorry for my 'kids these days' rant, but as someone who is a fifty year old man inside this shit is important to me. Also, Loki (especially from norse myth), Tom Hiddleston, RDJ, and David Bowie are like all of my favorite things, so this started out as kind of the worlds most self-congratulatory circle jerk and mutated into this thing that kind of involves a lot of stuff.

iwriteyourstory: Thank you very much! Considering that even I didn't think this was a good idea when I started you guys aren't the only ones I have to continue convincing. Haha.

Sphinx: Oh god, I know that feel. Sometimes I get really into a fic and am on like chapter 45 when I realize it hasn't been updated in three years. I try not to even touch WIP's. I promise I'll do my best not be that guy. If it helps, I pretty much update once every week at some point. I really wanted this to be as tactile a reading experience as possible, so thanks so much for pointing that out, hope you continue to enjoy!