Loki's blood-bleached hands – he cleaned them, alike Tony's and…his face – got rid of the shirt, cleaned round the wound that hadn't wouldn't heal, till he'd return.
…Had he not that morning fed him his blood, he'd be…
No, he's fine. It's over.
…He's a vampire. He can never rejoin to his group.
He's a vampire.
How Tony will react he so profoundly fears – no, he'll talk to him. He knows what to do, he'll-
The wound starts to heal it's been twenty prolonged minutes, one more – browns snap open he gasps sharply shoots up – Loki hastens to his side holds him turns his face.
"Look at me, hey. You're fine," his skin he caressed his hair – for him smiled to reassure him: "Everything's fine, you're safe. And Tony, look," to his heaving chest he pressed flat his hand and panting Tony glanced – Loki's cool palm to his flesh, he can – feel it on the surface the whole surface there, like: "It's gone. For good." Gaze falters absent his hand tops Loki's trying to absorb what was said, what is and…
"...I'm, a vampire."
XX
He awoke vision flared so bright then eased, sounds blurred then loud so loud,
heartbeats.
His captives – death – rage.
He effortless rose – they exclaimed – he felt his face change – he charged, attacked, bent their heads on impulse thoughtless bit into their necks and oh. The second blood entered his system – he wants more – the witches're attacking – he mindless sped off reflex so sharp and asudden it hits him,
what he's become.
XX
"...Yes," Loki warily confirms it. "...How do you feel?"
"...I don't know," down to his hands he looks where Loki's grasped them affirms that:
"I'm right here, and I will help you through this. I will help you understand, accept, and adapt. I know it's overwhelming, and I know you're scared." He's not. He's terrified. "Don't be. I'm with you, and from here on out it's you, me, and nothing else. I won't let anything happen to you ever again," greens well he sees squeezed in turn Loki's hands his own eyes water, is impacted althemore when more strenuously Loki tells him: "And Tony. I will not let you become a monster. I swear to you, I will teach you control...I need you to promise you'll give me the chance. That you won't..." Somehow he reads what he means what he can't seem able to speak he knows and he admits that:
"...I don't...I don't wanna die. I, I wanna be with you." Greens immensely soften tears from his eyes fall he cups Tony's face tells him:
"You will be, my love," realizes and informs him: "For a long, time..."
He can't find it in himself then, to in that instant regret,
what happened,
because: "We have, all the time in the world now," he doesn't want him to regret it he needs to see, believe that: "We can go anywhere, we can do, anything. We can be together. Always," in browns relief he perceives that unfathomably reassures him. To his cheek Tony touched a hand whispering fervid:
"...Loki...I love you, so much."
"And I love you, Tony. More than anything."