Tony took the shaking gods hand in his own. Loki looked worse than usual. Loki had tumbled into his room, covered in blood, tears, and some other stuff that Tony did not want to think about. Never mind that it was two in the morning, Tony had woken up and begun to care for the god any way he could.
From what Tony could gather, Thor had found out that Loki was pregnant.
"He said that its good, that it will continue the line." Loki had sobbed. "He says then he'll have to slaves. He wants my child, he wants to use them like he used me even though that child is probably his. I don't want that for them, Tony, I want my child to be happy and free." those had been the only intelligible words out of Loki's mouth. The rest had been a jumble of sob wrecked noises.
Tony had tried to comfort Loki but he had no idea how. There was one person left whom Tony knew who probably didn't hate him, one person left who might be able to comfort him, one person left whom Loki loved. Frigga. Perhaps, if he could contact her, Loki would cheer up. Perhaps with Frigga's help, Loki and is yet unborn child could be safe, and free, and even happy.
Tony had no idea how to contact Frigga. He barely knew who she was, let alone knew how to call her. But there had to be a way, and Tony had a suspicion.
"Loki, when mortals pray to you, can you hear them? And could you pray to another god?" Tony asked, wondering if Loki would catch on, wondering if he could be of any help. Even if he could get through to Frigga there would be no guarantee of her help, but surely it was worth a shot. Anything was worth a shot to protect Loki.
"Yes. At least before my powers were taken I could. But gods cannot pray to other gods. That would be pointless." Loki replied. Loki slumped backward suddenly, and Tony helped him to lie down. Loki was exhausted, even Tony, blind as usual to the feelings of others, could tell that much.
Five minutes later, Loki was asleep. Tony left the room, walking into the kitchen. The place around him was so familiar, so homely. He sank to his knees on the bare floor, and began to pray to Frigga. He prayed to her as he had never prayed before. For a while, he could not tell how long, Tony just knelt there, feeling nothing. But then a great warmth spread across him, and a woman appeared before him.
"Frigga?" Tony questioned. The woman bowed her head. "Your child, Loki, is innocent. I know he is. And he's pregnant, and Thor and the others hurt him and violate him and he thinks he deserves this. And he's so vulnerable, and weak, and he needs protecting. can't you help him, please. Your his only hope."
"Tony. You are a good person. And what happens to Loki pains me too, but there is nothing I can do. I have spoken to the Allfather, and the most he will agree to is that should Thor die you will be the next to take possession of him. I do not wish Thor dead, but short of killing him there is no way to free Loki. You must understand that I cannot kill my son." Frigga said, her voice pained.
Tony turned away from her. If Thor were to die, he would own Loki. He does not want that, of course not, but at least Loki would be safe. But Tony knew he was no match for Thor, he would just die. So silently, and hopelessly, Tony walks upstairs to join Loki.
Two minutes later, Tony is startled by a scream for help from Natasha.