The tears had slowed but his face was still terribly damp. Loki slowly uncurled his body and began to stand up. He couldn't keep doing this. Looking around the room he took a silent inventory of the things he currently had in his life: a safe place to sleep, two working kitchens, shelves for any and all of his books, ingredients that almost replaced themselves, Jarvis, seidr, at least two flesh and blood people who were alive and cared if he was as well. In that moment he realized he couldn't keep pushing everything away. He keep allowing himself to fall apart; one day he wouldn't be able to come back together.
Thor took the elevator back down to his floor. The doors opened with a soft ding and he walked inside. After a minute or two of standing in his living room with too much energy and nothing he needed to do Thor got back into the elevator. He rode down to floor 50, one of the gym floors.
Standing in the middle of his living room Loki realized that for once in a long time he wanted to do more than simply survive. He wanted to live and be happy. Forcing his lips upward he smiled. It was a trembling sort of smile which slipped off his face in a few moments.
The gym was silent when Thor got there. He made his way over to a reinforced punching bag made special for him and Steve to be able to use without it bursting open with the first few punches. Soon the sound of his fists thumping on the punching bag reverberated through the room. Thor remembered the times in their childhood where Loki had told him, "Hitting doesn't solve everything, brother." The punches came in quick succession when he remembered how easy the smile had seemed to light up his brother's face when he made those remarks. No, those had been insights. Thor's brow furrowed and the punching bag began to creak at the seams.
Loki used the end of his sleeve to attempt to dry his face. He stopped crying. He breathed in and out for a few calming breaths and hoped the tears wouldn't start up again. He went into the kitchen. He stood there for a moment or two before he reached for a bowl, eggs, salt, pepper, and various other necessities.
The punching bag flew from where it hung on the wall. By the time it landed an entire side had split wide open. Thor almost shuffled his feet and stood over the bag before he sat down next to it. Remembering all the times his brother nearly lashed out but didn't Thor took in a deep breath. He let it out and took in another. This time he would do better.
The eggs were cracked open and plopped into the bowl. Soon salt, pepper, and a splash of milk joined. Once everything was mixed together he poured the eggs into a pan. As they cooked Loki threw in a liberal amount of cheese. It was the first time in a long time that Loki cooked instead of baked. It was the first time in what felt like ages that he made himself something to eat let alone it being something meant to be a meal instead of a dessert.
Thor cupped his hands and picked up as much of the sand as he could. He poured handful after handful back into the split bag. Once most of it was off of the ground he stood, leaned down, and picked up the bag. He made sure to hold it so only a small trickle of sand escaped back onto the floor. He could fix this.
He didn't bother with presentation or even a plate. Loki ate his eggs out of the pan as he waited for water to boil for a cup of tea. Jarvis started a playlist of instrumental songs which seemed to float in and out of focus.
Tony turned off the blow torch. He stared up at the ceiling for thirty seconds before he finally turned to face one of Jarvis's cameras, "How's Loki doing? Should I go up now and figure this out or keep ignoring it. I need help here Jarv."
"Loki Friggason is currently in the kitchen on floor 77. He seems to be doing well considering Mr. Odinson was on his floor less than 30 minutes ago. Though I would like to suggest sleep for the both of you considering its been about 24 hours since either of you have slept."
Putting down the blow torch a bit too close to the edge of the table Tony went to the elevator, "I can sleep later Jarvis. Now I have an alien to talk to about feelings."
