A/N Okay so I'm just gonna start trying to post out this story, my editor hasnt seen End Game and now its getting to spoiler areas. So sorry guys... its gonna go back to less then prefect work... Sorry... but once she watches it then I'll have her back! Thanks for reading (and waiting!) and sticking with me! review, comments, follows are like catnip to me! leave more and i'll wanna post more knowing people are reading. thanks everyone!
-Cluelessreader
Chapter 4
The last milestone of the ride seemed as though it was going to be ridden in utter silence. Tony was once more sitting in the window, Nebula next to him. Loki still in the opposite part of the room, knees up, head buried within them. Tony could tell he was asleep. When the kid was awake a little while ago he would at least sutter every now and then. Tony could see the kid was breathing evenly now.
The kid was asleep… which meant. "Nebula? Can you show me the rest of what you know about him?" Tony asked breaking the silence.
She signed not taking her eyes of the kid. "I won't. I don't want to see that again. I already have the memories running around my head." She said solemnly. "Neb, please…" Tony urged on.
She finally looked at him. Sighing heavily through her nose. "I refuse to see this all over again. But. Since your so insistent-"
A small silver rectangle slid out of the side of her head. It looked like a flash drive, just thinner, and shiny. She held it between her thumb and index finger. Her eyes examining the glistening drive.
"Here. You can watch it whenever you want. But I can't be around. And you'd better be careful with it. You never know who could be listening." She warned handing the small drive to tony.
It weighed nothing and yet it felt like 1000 pounds had just been handed to Tony.
He looked at the drive and his gaze drifted to the sleeping child. He was gonna see what had happened to him before. Tony was going to learn what he was sure Thor didn't even know. What had happened to his little brother.
"I'll wait." Tony voiced. Nebula nodded.
The ship was once more enveloped in a blanket of silence. Nebula went back to observing the boy and Tony started looking out the window. Seeing earth close and looking as polluted as ever.
Really, it was dustyer then he remembered. He was only gone a month. He would have to start fighting emissions better. Set an example for other companies.
But what kind of example does he set when he hit a kid… and has yet to apologize for it? Tony watched as the sky went from voided space to clouded starry sky. Lights from a city in view. He was so close.
Tony watched as a building below came into view. It was Avengers base. The place to train new members and expand the Avengers. Get more extraordinary heroes so they could save and help more people.
How many are left?
It was weird how being closer made him so weak in the knees. The Tony Stark was nervous.
He had reason! So many what if's, pepper, the world, and sadly pushed to the back of his mind at the moment, the kid. A lot of factors are making him feel sick. And he wasn't having it.
The back of Avengers HQ was clear. Lights were on. He could see people! From the HQ! That means they were safe! Some of them at least.
He felt Nebula reach over to him. He gave a nod as they started walking toward the bay door. Oxygen no longer an issue, finally being somewhere, where it was everywhere! He was walking hours before but seemed like he couldn't now. Nebula supporting his weight, Tony using her as a crutch.
The doors opened and the steps released. He saw his people… Nat, Cap, Rhodey, bruce, and the one he left every message too. His pepper. Steve was the first to reach the pair. Taking the loud off of Nebula. Tony looked back, gratitude in his brown eyes. He turned back seeing the one a civil war was fought over. But he couldn't be mad at the moment.
"Couldn't stop him." Tony started
"Neither could I." Steve quickly responded.
The pair stopped walking. Both looking at each other, nothing celebratory in either of their faces.
"I lost the kid."
"Tony we lost."
Before any more words could be shared Pepper, alive and well Pepper ran up to him. So Thanos hadn't gotten her… thank god. He lost Peter but at least he hadn't lost Pep.
The trio had started walking off when the back of his mind started calling. The kid. Loki!
"Wait wait…" he urged. Slowly turning back around to see Nebula and a- a raccoon? Nebula sitting in the steps and the raccoon seated next to her.
"Tony?" He heard Pepper say, he's got to get used to hearing her again, looking at him with concern.
"Nebula, get the kid…" he asked of her. She looked at him and slowly stood up. Nodding her head. The raccoon standing as well. The pair disappearing into the ship.
"Tony? The kid?" Steve asked worriedly.
"A diff- a different kid. Someone we found." He explained. Just as Nebula walked back out carrying the sleeping boy. So either he really was tired or still really upset.
"You found him! Is he okay!?" Pepper asked words dripping with concern.
"Yea… yea he's fine. Just needs some food in him and a bath. But that's all of us." He tried to joke. Hearing Steve laugh a little through his nose. At least he got someone.
The trio once more started waking back in, another trio, Nebula, the raccoon, and Loki, behind them. Nat, Bruce, and Rhodey in front of him. Giving their welcome back's. Bruce looking him over, making a list in his head of things he needs to treat.
Tony finally walked into the HQ, finally home. Bruce and Pepper quickly walking him to the infirmary. He hated the infirmary but right now he couldn't care less.
As Tony was seated in a wheelchair, he was pretty happy Rhodey didn't have to use one of these, Nebula lowered Loki down in a bed to the right of him.
Tony couldn't stop a wince. The kid bruised easily. On his left cheek, a blossom of purple and blue, prominent on his face. At least it doesn't look as bad as his neck… why was he trying to make it seem 'not so bad'? His black hair splayed on the white pillow, really showing the contrast. But his skin, the part that wasn't bruised, was very pale. All of him dirty. But that was the same with Tony and Nebula. Tony watched out of the corner of his eye as Loki would twitch, groaning every now and then. Must be having a bad dream.
"Tony? Tony! Are you even listening?" He heard a woman's voice stressing.
"Yes Pepper I'm listing." He replied.
Her eyes traveled to the boy.
Shit.
"So… do you know who he is?" She asked.
Of course she was gonna ask questions.
"Yea. I know who he is." He answered quickly.
"Can you tell me about him?"
Luckily once Nebula put the kid down she had left. It was only him and Pep. Everyone else was willing to give them a minute before Bruce was to come in.
Could he hide this from her? Should he. Probably not the best idea…
"Pep. what i'm gonna tell you… you can't tell anyone else." She looked at him appalled. "Now wait! I'm going to tell the others. Just- just not yet." He quickly exclaimed. Pepper looked at him, then slowly looking to the kid. "So… he's someone bad?" She asked quietly. Tony shook his head. "No! He's not bad, but people might think he is." He explained vaguely. "Explain, tony." Pepper said. And so he did. Telling her the moment Nebula and him spotted the kid. How he was, how he acted. Telling her his name.
"You didn't just say what I think you said…" She said a tremor in her voice. "Loki… the Loki. The one who destroyed New York and almost got you killed!?" She yelled getting hysterical. "SHH!" Tony shushed, putting a finger up to his mouth. Carefully looking back to the kid. He- he was still asleep? How is he staying asleep? "Pep, go get Nebula, I think something is wrong." He said quietly. Turning his chair so the kid would be right next to him, not behind him. "Why? Why are you helping him? What is this is a trick Tony… Just to get him back to Earth." She started. "No Pepper! He's not like he was. Trust me. I had plenty of time to figure that out. Please. Go get Nebula." He asked again. He heard her sigh. "Okay, I trust you and I won't say anything. This is something you want to tell the group." She relented. Walking out of the infirmary.
Tony lowered the bar next to his chair. Carefully leaning over the side of the bed. Which was a little difficult seeing as how he's in a chair. He could get out of it but Pepper would prefer if he stayed. "Hey kid." Tony said shaking the boys shoulder. No response. "Lo-" He turned to the glass doors, almost slipped up but luckily no one was there. Still facing the glass he shook the child's shoulder a little harder. "Loki. you've got to get up." He said a little louder. Still, he didn't answer. Okay panic sets in… NOW!
"Kid!? Wake up!" Yep hyperventilating all over again. No longer facing the glass door, no longer caring about sitting, he was up shaking the kid as if the devil was inside him. "Come on kid! What's wrong!?" Did he cause this? "Wake up!"
"Stop it Stark."
What? That wasn't the kid!?
He wasn't even turning and he could see blue in his peripheral vision. "Thank god, Nebula! he wont wake up!" Tony exclaimed. Panic in his eyes. And- wait. Nothing in her eyes. She's as calm as she can be, while the kid is basically sleeping beauty. Oh god. What if he never wakes up!
"Stark you've got to calm down. He's fine."
"Fine! He's fine!?" There was no way he was fine. The kid, even with all his yelling and shaking still wasn't awake. Shit. What was Thor gonna do!? He brought his brother back and then he wont wake up. Well that also means Tony got back from space and he would no longer wake up.
"Stark, I gave him a sleeping agent. He wouldn't get off the ship so I had to knock him out. It will wear off in an hour or so. Nothing to worry about." Nebula explained, her calming voice contrasting the manic thoughts in Tony's head. Sleeping agent? "Why did you have to use a sleeping agent?" Tony asked, his voice going back to normal. Slowly lowering back into the chair.
"He didn't want to get off the ship and I wasn't going to leave him." She told casually leaning against the wall.
"Why didn't he want to get off the ship? He seemed very interested in Earth, I figured he would be the first of the ship looking around." Tony asked as Nebula looked to the glass door. He glanced to his side, seeing Pepper walking into the room. At least it was someone who knows. "Nebula, she knows who he is, can you tell me why he didn't want to get off the ship?" Tony urged again.
"He woke up when we got up, right when the ship hit the ground. He just stayed there. I noticed when we passed that he was even awake. When you asked me to get him, I remembered I saw him awake. It shocked me that he wasn't already behind us. When I went back, he was still in the corner. I had told him to get off the ship but he refused." She told him. Her hand reaching to her head. Like when she showed her old memory.
Tony has asked her to get the boy. He was awake so why he wasn't he with them. Okay, he was little maybe he was nervous but she knew Loki. As cautious as he was, he was always observant and curious. He would want to see other people and see if they were a danger.
It was just his nature. She walked back to the cabin, hearing Rocket behind her, and saw him once more in the corner. "Come on. It's safe to get off the ship now." She said. Staying by the door. Leaning casually on its side. "Ég vil ekki fara …" His soft voice came. "Nebula what are we doing back here, lets get inside." Rocket said behind her. Loki's head snapped up, clearly still observant seeing as how rocket spoke in a hushed voice in the hallway, eyes looking into the hallway but seeing nobody. "Hey rocket, come in here, the kid can't see you." Nebula said. "Why would I want a kid to see me." He said begrudgingly but complied anyway.
"Kanína? Nei ... raccoon?" He said more to himself clearly. "Come on, people want to meet you," She lied. "þú segir lygi." The small voice retorted quickly. Right. Can tell when people lie or lie to him. "At least get off to get some food. I'm sure your hungry." She persisted, trying to tempt him to say yes. Doesn't that sound familiar. As if on cue the boys stomach rumbled. Maybe even just the word food was tempting to him. Once more it was very familiar to her.
"Come on. Tony asked for you." She said, it was only kind of a lie. Hopefully he couldn't tell that yet. He was young, maybe his skill wasn't perfected as it was when she last saw him. "Ég vil ekki sjá hann." He said, his head going back onto his knees. "Ég gerði eitthvað rangt og hann er reiður yfir mér." He said quietly. He started shaking a bit. Crying, great. Once more very familiar to her. But it was different now that he was a kid. "What's wrong. You were all excited to see Ea- Midgard a while ago." She asked crouching down to his level, she could see rocket practically gawking at her.
Ég veit ekki af hverju hann er reiður við mig ... hvað gerði ég ...? Loki whimpered out.
Okay. Loki wasn't going to be leaving any time soon and clearly she couldn't understand why. Although she has a theory, and Stark is written all over it. "Rocket, do you have any sleeping agents?" She asked in a low voice. Prying the child didn't hear her. "Yea. I've got them. Why do you need em?" Rocket replied, loud but not saying what she was asking for. "Just give me one." She said holding her hand out. "Fine." He grumbled. A small silver and blue sphere was placed into her hand. "Plug your nose." She warned to Rocket, but he was already out of the room. Smart guy.
She placed on hand over her mouth and nose, and pressed the button on the top of the sphere. A small beeping started. Loki twitched. Slowly moving his head back up but Nebula has already rolled the ball. A light blue gas seeping out of it. Loki started coughing and tried covering his mouth, he was too late, once you breath it your gonna be out like a light. He started swaying a bit, odd, maybe his jotun biology took a little longer than normal. One of his legs slid out, trying to kick the sphere away. And… hes out.
Loki was leaning into the corner, head resting on his shoulder. One leg still bent in but the other laying out. The sphere next to his foot. The gas stopped coming out so Nebula was in the clear.
"Did you get him?" Rockets voice traveled into the room. Still staying in the hallway apparently.
"Yes, he's out." Nebula answered scotting closer to the sleeping child. Carefully, she slid one of her arms behind his back and the other under his knees. Standing pretty easily she carried Loki off the ship.
"Why… why didn't he want to get off the ship Tony?" Peppers voice filled the silent room. Once the memory was done playing Tony couldn't speak. His eyes drifting to the kid.
"I have a small idea. It has something to do with Stark." Nebula said
Shit.
"Tony? Why would this have to do with Tony?" Pepper asked stepping behind Stark placing her hands on the back of his chair.
"Stark. I'm assuming your having the same idea." Nebula said looking at Tony dead in the eyes.
Shit.
Tony looked away from Nebula. Why was he feeling so guil- no. He knows exactly why he feels guilty.
"Nebula, do you… do you think he's scared of me." He asked quietly.
"Why would Loki of all people be scared of-" Pepper started.
"Yes. I'm sure of it."
Shit.
"Tony, why would he be scared of you…" Pepper questioned. Stark took a deep breath. Of course the kid would be scared of him. "I- I accidentally hit him. And… and I think he's scared of me now." Tony confessed. He could hear pepper gasp. This wasn't the way he wanted his first night back to go.
"Why would you hit him? Did he do something?" Pepper asked moving beside him. He could see a small hope that Loki had deserved it, but he really didn't. How was he gonna tell that to Pepper? 'Hey you know how you missed me and we talked about starting a family? Well when I was gone I made one kid I tried to help so scared of me, he didn't want to leave his safe space.' Wouldn't that go well.
"I don't kn-"
"Stark you know why. Now tell her." Nebula interrupted.
"Really Pep, I don't-"
"Tony! Please don't lie to me… he didn't deserve it… did he?"
"No! He didn't deserve it! I just- just reacted badly to something he said…" Pepper eyed him. "No. it wasn't anything bad. He called… He called me 'Mr. Stark', and I just snapped. I didn't mean to hit him, I didn't even feel when I did. It just happened." He explained, finally letting what happened out. He hated it but Pepper looked disappointed in him.
"You didn't mean to. Have you apologized yet?" Pep asked smiling softly.
"No… not yet. Once he wakes up, I will."
The small group left the room, after all the kid was only gonna start waking up in about an hour. They moved to the living room of sorts. Everyone was together… well almost everyone. Everyone left was together. So Tony thought.
It was a meeting to get Tony back up to speed. For what happened after everyone disappeared, what the world was going through, and who is gone. It was bad. Worse then Tony had thought.
Before anyone had started talking Bruce had came up to him. Pepper rolling him into the room.
"Hey Tony, I was gonna go down to the infirmary in a bit…" Bruce said. Man he missed his science bro. "That's all right, was gonna come this way anyway." He replied with a relieved smile on his face.
Tony looked at the people in the room.
Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Rhodey, Carol, a- the racoon, and Thor. He really needed to talk to him, but how would he get his attention? He doesn't even know what happened to everyone, let alone Thor. Did he know his brother was a kid again? Or did he cause it? Tony didn't know but right now it's time for some answers.
"You all willing to fill me in?" Tony asked as he was rolled to a glass table. Each person somehow around it. Well except Thor that is. He seemed to be in his head. It didn't suit him to look so upset. It hit him, he didn't see Thor when he got off that damned ship.
"Nothing much to miss Tony, we lost and lost a lot of people." Natasha supplied. The mood in the room set back into its miserable state. Well so much for answers.
"It's been 23 days since Thanos came to earth." Steve started. Tony would have to figure out how to bring up Loki, but fucking how!? "Word governments are in pieces, the parts are still working are trying to get a census and it looks like he did… he did exactly what he said he would do. Thanos wiped out 50% of all living creatures." Natsha finsihed.
Holograms where cycling though photos of missing people, some Tony reqinized like Ant Man and strange. He knew strange was gone. It seemed fine until… until peters photo came up. Someone he had lost. He was pissed all over again.
"where is he now, where?" Tony asked a little frantically. "we don't know, he just opened a portal and walked though." Steve answered, his gaze a little far. "What's wrong with him?" Tony asked mentioning to Thor.
"Ah he's pissed, he thinks he failed. Which of course he did, but you know there's a lot of that going around isn't there." The Racoon chimed in. What? "Honestly until this exact second I thought you were Build A Bear." "maybe I am." Was his rather quick answer. Snippy isn't he.
"We've been hunting Thanos for three weeks now, deep space scans and… satellites, we've got nothing." Steve interrupted, trying to get the conversation back on track. "Tony you fought him-" "who told you that, I didn't fight him. No, he wiped my face with a planet, while the bleak street magician gave him gave away to store, that's what happened. there was no fight" He was losing it again. "Okay. Did he give you any clues, any corrodents anything?" Steve tried again.
"I saw this coming a few years back. Had a vision, I didn't want to believe it. thought I was dreaming." Tony rambled. "Tony I need you to focus-" "And I needed you. As in past tense, that trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry." He quickly silenced Steve with that. So he still feels guilty huh? Good.
"You know what I need. I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all of youse, alive and otherwise, that what we needed was a suit of armor around the world. Remember that. Wither it impacted our precious freedoms or not. That what we needed."
"Well that didn't work out did it."
"I'd said 'we lose' you said 'we'd do that together too.'and guess what cap. We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do right. Our best work after the fact." Rhodey trying to stop him, but he wasn't going to. Especially now that Rogers was right in front of him.
"We the Aveng-ers. Were the Avengers, not the pre-vengers. Right?" "Okay. You made your point. Sit down okay-" Rhodey tried again. "No no. She's great by the way," Tony pointed at Carol. "We need you, your new blood. A bunch of tired of mules. I've got nothing for you cap. No coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar." Rogers looked down. At least he's showing some reaction.
"Here, take this-" Tony referred, tearing off his reactor. "You find him, and you put that on. You hide." He blinked and he was on the floor. Everyone was around him, with a look of concern. Fuck their concern. " I'm fine. I…" And he was out.
It was soft. Where ever he was. He could have sworn he stayed in the metal corner… why was it so nice. He wasn't sitting up, knees brought up to his chest. Loki could feel himself laying down. He was somewhat elevated but he was comfortable. He didn't want to leave but he really needed to know where he was.
Last he remembered the blue lady had been trying to get him out of the ship. But… but Stark was so angry. He didn't want to leave. Maybe his friends would be angry with him too. Loki had never been too Midgard but maybe the Midgardiens were not as nice as he pictured.
But he was sure he had done something wrong. After all, everything was fine until their last conversation. Something he said maybe? He couldn't tell. Maybe saying 'Mr. Stark' was disrespectful…
It didn't matter. If Loki got hit that meant he did something wrong. People always hit him when he did something wrong. If his father's people taught him anything, it was that physical punishment was always deserved when it came to Loki.
He was always in the wrong and they were just trying to make him better. That's what fathers always saying. And father never lies… Loki just had to put away the bad feeling that always seemed to bubble when father talked to him.
Loki's eyes drifted open, a low white light from the ceiling giving light but still kept it comfortable for people sleeping. He seemed to be in a healer's chamber. White beds lining two walls, each with some kind of equipment next to them.
Loki eyed the clear wall. There were windows and a door but it didn't seem to swing open. Did it only open from the outside? Did the blue lady put him here? Was he being kept here… was this his punishment.
Seriously, Loki climbed down the bed. He had to reach a bit, but he slid off easily enough. His bare feet touched the floor. But as always he didn't feel very cold. He could tell there was a difference but it was never wrong to him.
Loki eyed the door, seeing a handle but not seeing hinges. He carefully grabbed the handle, which was a little higher than he would like. At first pushing out with all his strength. And of course he slipped. Hanging on the the handle really hoping it would stop his fall, but it- slide causing him to fall diagonally. He quickly let go. He ended up falling but he was okay with that. Loki looked up and saw the door opened a crack. It slid? Well at least that meant he wasn't locked in.
Now to figure out where the blue women or- no… he can't go to him. As much as he wants to. It would be better if Stark didn't see him. He would just get into trouble all over again. He would rather not have a repeat of what happened on the ship…
He carefully walked around the base. It was what it looked like anyway. Not as advanced as Asgard but it was definitely better than what he had been taught about Midgardian capabilities. He thought they were only in their 1700's if he wasn't wrong. But knowing himself he probably was. Which was odd, normally his big brother was the one lacking in knowledge. It seems he's been wrong for far longer than he had thought.
The white building, shiny appliances, high tech technology, it just didn't seem right. Once he got back to Asgard he would correct their textbooks. Being the first of Odin's sons to fix a text about Midgard, that would be very cool, at least in Loki's eyes they would be. Maybe father would be proud of him.
"Tony I need you to focus-" what the…
"And I needed you. As in past tense, that trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry." That was Stark. Who is he talking to? Slowly Loki crept to an opening door way. There wasn't meant to be a door there, but at least the wall was thick enough to hide him, but still let Loki listen in. He stalked up to the side of the wall with all the silence he seemed to always posses. Often scaring maids or servants, calling him a nuisance just because he knew how to be quite… maybe he should make himself known…
"And I needed you. As in past tense, that trumps what you need. It's too late buddy. Sorry." What were Stark and the strangers talking about? "You know what I need. I need to shave. And I believe I remember telling all of youse, alive and otherwise, that what we needed was a suit of armor around the world. Remember that. Wither it impacted our precious freedoms or not. That what we needed." Our precious freedoms? Why had he heard something like that before… it sounded so familiar to him but so foreign. He knew someone had said something like that before.
"Well that didn't work out did it." The same voice as before retorted. If someone was arguing, clearly he wasn't winning… "I'd said 'we lose' you said 'we'd do that together too.'and guess what cap. We lost. And you weren't there. But that's what we do right. Our best work after the fact." What did they lose? What work was Stark talking about? Is that why he was floating in space in a dead ship?
"We the Aveng-ers. Were the Avengers, not the pre-vengers. Right?" Loki could hear some shifting and mumbling. Avengers… he knew that term. It was something important… but what? He never left Asgard how could he recognize such words. Something was wrong… "No no. She's great by the way, We need you, your new blood. A bunch of tired of mules. I've got nothing for you cap. No coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust. Liar." "lygari?" Loki whispered aloud. Who was lying? Loki couldn't sense anything, no one was lying…
"Here, take this- You find him, and you put that on. You hide." Loki heard someone fall, hearing everyone call out Starks name. He wanted to look but couldn't bring himself to see Stark. Not after what ever Loki had done. " I'm fine. I…" The sound of a body slumped to the ground filled his ears. "Get him to the infirmary, he needs rest." He heard the voice of the man Stark was arguing with order. Loki quickly but soundlessly moved to another spot. Shrouded in darkness he easily blended in. It was a closet door but it was agar. Easily he slipped in. It gave him a view of most everyone that was coming out of the doorless room. He saw Stark being carried on someone's back. A blond man with flannel blocking the one carrying Stark. The mass of other people carefully walking. He couldn't see everyone but he recognized the blue meanie.
Loki moved with speed and silence. Following the group of people. Only seeing a woman with blond hair, he thinks he knew her, and another woman with short white blond hair. An animal walking between the two of them and the blue women following closely behind. The guys he still couldn't get a look at. They rounded a corner and were gone. Loki chose to wait a few minutes, hearing some people talking as they walked back.
"Where are you going?" Loki heard a women ask. It wasn't like the blue lady or the one that pushed the ship. This was someone else. "To kill Thanos." Thanos? Who was Thanos? And why did they want to kill him? He gets that in battle, when life or death, you have to kill. But he would prefer avoiding confrontation. Especially if it meant people didn't have to die.
The voices drifted away, clearly walking into a different part of the base. Loki carefully peaked out, looking everywhere first. Once he deemed it clear, he slowly trekked back to the healing chamber. He was a fast learner, easily remembering where he was and where he came from. He heard a strange noise. It was something moving fairly quick. But where was the noise coming from. Before he rounded the last corner something flew at him. Thank the norms for his defense training with his mother, he quickly ducked. Pressing himself flat on the floor as the object continued on its way. Before it could escape his view he snagged a glance at it. It was silver and made of some kind of wood. It was an axe? Midgardiens learned how to enchant items? He didn't remember that being taught.
He really wanted to follow the weapon but one, it was already gone. Two he should be getting back to where the blue lady placed him. He would much rather not get into trouble because he snook off.
Loki looked into the glass windows seeing Stark on a bed. A really pretty lady sitting next to him. Reading but holding his hand nonetheless. Crap. how would he get in? If they saw him before then they should know that Loki was missing, or maybe they really didn't care. Whichever the case he really hoped it wasn't either. He didn't want to get punished for leaving but he also doesn't want to just fade to the background.
Loki jumped when he heard the glass door slide open, the pretty lady was looking at him. But she didn't look mad. "Loki, what are you doing out there?" She asked kindly. A small smile on her face. She looked tired, maybe she was tired. "Loki?" She called lightly. How did she know his name? He doesn't remember meeting her before. Maybe Stark told her about him. But why would he do that? Stark was mad at him.
"Come inside, before the others see you. You haven't met them yet have you?" She asked holding her hand out. He shook his head slowly. He crept closer to the sliding door. What if this was a trick? He didn't sense anything wrong with the women but he's been wrong many times before. Everyone always told him so but when they did he could still tell something wrong.
She smiled so kindly, even though he could tell she was trembling a bit. "afhverju ertu að skjálfa?" He asked quietly. She jumped just a bit. He had never spoken to her before this, maybe thats what was surprising. "F.R.I.D.A.Y? Can you translate?" The women asked, but who was she asking?
"Yes Miss Potts." A woman's voice replied. Loki quickly looked around, there was no way someone had snuck up on him! The lady must have noticed, giggling a little bit. "The boy asked 'why are you shaking?' ma'am." The accented voice answered. It understood him? He really needed to figure out All Speak soon. At the answer from the voice, the pretty lady seemed to stiffen. "It's nothing Loki, come on. Your supposed to be in here." She quickly answered gesturing to the room behind her.
"En áþreifanleg er þarna inni…" Loki answered quietly. Eyes drifting down to the floor. The tile suddenly very interesting. "He said, 'but Stark is in there.'". The voice repeated. Well, to him it repeated. "Loki, it's okay. He's asleep. You can go back in there." She tempted. Slowly walking toward him once more placing her hand out for him to take.
What if he wakes up? What if this is a trick. A trap of some sort. It has to be wrong. Something is going to go wrong.
"Please Loki, I really would prefer if you were with us. Tony, I'm sure has something he will be talking to you about." The lady told him. Great. He was in trouble. When his mother phrased something like that, that meant something was wrong and it was more or less his fault. He would have to go in there anyway, so why prolong the inevitable.
Loki moved closer, lightly gripping the lady's hand. She smiled and lead him back to the room. "So, Loki do you remember anything before Tony found you?" She asked as he climbed back up to a spot on the bed.
He had never thought about it before. What exactly did he remember? She was patient and waited as he was thinking. "ég man að ég var í herberginu mínu. Þetta var nótt og ég var að verða búinn að sofa. Svo vaknaði ég upp í skipinu með bláu konunni og áþreifanleg." Loki answered. He really should have wondered a little more why he wasn't home. His mother didn't exactly want him traveling out of Asgard yet. His brother had been traveling at least to Vanaheim with his father for a while, but neither of his parents think he will take care of himself while traveling. "I remember being in my room. It was night and I was asleep. Then I woke up in the ship with the blue woman and Stark." The voice supplied. Where was the voice coming from? He looked around again. He really didn't like people being able to sneak up on him.
"Loki, it's okay. It's something Tony made. It's called an A.I" The lady exspliend. A.I? The confusion must have been obvious, she explained further. "A.I stands for Artificial Intelligence. Tony made the voice you hear. Her name is F.R.I.D.A.Y., she helps keep everything in order that Tony has her connected too. She's a helper of sorts, say hi F.R.I.D.A.Y.." The lady said. "Hello Loki, it's a pleasure to meet you." He was once more looking up at the ceiling, a smile plastered on his face. This was something Asgard didn't have. This was new and it was nice. "Halló, föstudagur" He greeted with shy excitement. It wasn't a person, it was something made. Maybe he could make one. If midgard could do it, so could he right?
"Loki, I was wondering… are you upset with Tony?"
"auðvitað er ég ekki!" He quickly answered. "He says of course he's not."
"Hann varð reiður yfir mér og ég veit ekki hvað ég gerði rangt ... Ég vil bara ekki gera hann reiður aftur…" Loki continued. "Loki thinks Boss is mad at him, he doesn't know why he's mad and doesn't want to make him mad again." F.R.I.D.A.Y once more translated.
"Ég skil hvað það er að lemja. Það þýðir að ég gerði eitthvað slæmt. En allavega hef ég hugmynd um hvað ég gerði. Með hörku veit ég ekki einu sinni hvað ég gerði." Loki wasn't even focused anymore. He was rambling. "He saying he knows what a hit means. That it means he did something wrong, but he doesn't know why Boss hit him."
Loki just kept on getting louder getting louder."Af hverju er hann í uppnámi? Ég veit ekki hvað ég gerði. Mér fannst ég ekki gera neitt rangt. Kannski móðgaði ég hann? Sagði eitthvað rangt?" He hates that he acts this way when he gets frantic. People don't like cry babies, or thats what his brothers friends always said. He hated it but he could feel himself starting to cry. "He's trying to come up with a reason, he doesn't understand." F.R.I.D.A.Y once more supplied to the lady.
He didn't even feel it when the lady was in front of him trying to speak to him. He thinks she was shaking him, but he couldn't focus. "Af hverju get ég ekki verið eins og stóri bróðir minn? Af hverju get ég ekki verið eins og hann?" He was talking too fast. He couldn't breath. "Af hverju get ég ekki gert föður minn stoltur af mér! Af hverju mun hann ekki líta á mig eins og hann lítur á Þór!" He couldn't stop crying! "af hverju get ég ekki verið sterkur? Af hverju get ég ekki verið eins og Þór?"
"I can't understand him anymore ma'am, I'm sorry." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said regretfully. He couldn't even make a Midgardien like him. No wonder no one in Asgard sees him as his big brothers equal.
His thoughts just kept on spiraling. Which was odd, normally he could suppress those thoughts, ignore them and move on. But now, its like he had already succumb to them before, it felt familiar but he couldn't remember why. Had he acted like this before in Asgard? He would have remembered or others would keep telling him.
Loki was out of it. A hysterical crying mess. Thor would be caught dead before having others see him in this state. And him? Apparently still breathing. His neck was hurting him again. Before the pain was none existent but now every time he breathed it, it would hurt. His neck didn't hurt when he went to sleep in Asgard why does it now? Why wasn't he in Asgard. What did he do? Where is family looking for him? Did they even ca-
"Come on kid… you need to breath. Just follow me okay?" He heard a voice say to him. It quited everything. Tears were streaming down his face, he was hiccuping every few seconds, but it was quiet. He couldn't hear the lady anymore. The A.I wasn't speaking anymore. His thoughts all quieted and forgteen. He couldn't move. His head on someone's shoulder. Someone was hugging him. But the Lady was still in front of him. Hands over her mouth, eyes red and puffy. So she was crying before too? Loki's eyes drifted to the bed stark was in… and he wasn't in it.
"I'm sorry Loki. You didn't do anything wrong. I was just upset, You reminded me of someone I couldn't help. You did nothing and I mean nothing wrong." Stark had said still hugging him tight. "En ... þú lamdir mig ... ef ég er laminn þá gerði ég eitthvað rangt ... ekki satt?" Loki questioned quietly. "He said that you hit him, that means he did something wrong, right?" F.R.I.D.A.Y translated. Her voice causing Loki to jump a little. He had to get aussed to someone talking for him since no one understood him.
Tony pulled away a little. Not taking his hands off of Loki's shoulders. Dark brown eyes met emerald green. "Loki, you did nothing wrong. I'm sorry that I was yelling and that I hit you." Loki searched for anything, any bit of deceit. He can tell when they lie. But Stark… he wasn't lying. He really didn't do anything wrong, and Stark really was sorry.
"Ég fyrirgef þér." Loki said a small smile on his face as he looked at someone who wasn't lying. "He says he forgives you Boss." Stark, though looking tired, smiled.
"All smiles aside, you need a bath. And i need to change your bandages… and maybe get you real bandages, not just torn cloth. Uh, yea…" Stark finished a little embarrassed. Loki nodded happily. He really really wanted to get a proper bath. Maybe even eat. If he did relax a bit and got some food in him, maybe his sedir would replenish and he could try allspeak again. He didn't really know why his magic was deplenished so bad but maybe that's a clue to how he ended up in space.
"Gætum við fengið okkur eitthvað að borða?" Loki asked as the trio walked to a bathroom on the side of the healing chamber. "He asked if we can get something to eat."
"Now that sounds like a good plan kid."
