So, to make up for the short chapters tonight, here is another one! I still own nothing.
And so, the God of Lies formed his grand deception. Every morning he would wake up exceptionally early, shift his features so as not to be recognized outside of the tower, and go for a long run. When he retured, he would lock himself up in his room, sleep for a few more hours, and awaken around the same time as the other avengers. He would make his way to the kitchen, prepare a light breakfast, and take it back to his room with him, always claiming to be too invested in his studies to take a rest. He could see the disapproving looks Steve gave, and saw Tony's longing looks in his direction as he craved the company of his love, but Loki would not allow himself respite. Whilst he despised decieving and avoiding Tony now, the Inventor would agree in the end that it was worth it. He would agree when he saw how hard Loki was trying to be beautiful for him. To be perfect for him.
Once in his room, Loki would vanish the meal he had prepared, careful to leave enough remnants on the dishes so as to look as though he had truly eaten the food, going so far as to create with the flick of a finger, the patterns created by the cutlery on the plate. He would then partake in some more exercise, until the smell of food in his mind had left him feeling ill, and he would settle down to work. This pattern would continue after each meal, and Loki found that the more he associated exercise with meal times, the more disgusted he found even the prospect of eating. In the evenings, after dinner, he would devote a certain length of time to social time with the other avengers, being careful to avoid any repulsive 'treats' they were passing around.
Did they not realize what food like that would do to him?
Did they not see what he would be putting into his body?
They want you to be fat, said that voice in his ear, snickering unkindly. They want him to see how much of a monster you truly are, incapable of controlling your own impulses. And they would be right.
Each time Loki heard this voice, it convinced him of just one thing; he had to be stronger.
For Tony. Because Tony was worth everything to him.
And so the cycle continued for a few days. Loki was beginning to feel weak, and dizzy alot of the time, but the voice told him it was natural. That the control he had over himself was making him giddy, and that he just didn't understand the strength of his body now that he had complete power over it. And Loki believed it.
Steve walked into the kitchen, early on saturday morning, sighing internally as he saw Loki preparing his morning bowl of fruit with yoghurt. The pale God was exactly that, Pale, and if he looked hard enough, Steve could see the fine trembling of his long fingers as he gripped his spoon. Truth be told, he was incredibly concerned for Loki. The God was supposedly doing all this research into magic and science, and Thor had told them enough times that magic could be very draining, but Loki looked unhealthy. He seemed to be getting thinner, and he often had this dazed look on his face that looked like he was almost going to pass out. Speaking of which...
"Woah there!"
Tony darted into the kithen as fast as his legs would carry him as he turned the corner to see Loki's fingers lose grip on the counter, the God himself wavering and falling. Thankfully, Tony reached him in the nick of time, holding him up and guiding him over to the couch.
"You okay love? Gotta stop doing that to me, or even better, i need to teach you how to adjust the thermostat yourself. You could just ask JARVIS to do it you know, no need to wait 'til you're swooning in my arms from heat exhaustion."
From his position on the coach, eyes still unfocused, Loki grinned weakly.
"Yes..indeed..thermostat. Must learn to use that." Truth be told, Loki was just grateful Tony had come to his own conclusions regarding his episode. He was confused as to why it had occurred himself, but of course wouldn't admit that aloud.
"Tony, here, give him some of this. Looks like he could use it." Loki turned his head to face the Captain and felt his eyes widen in panic, his breath beginning to come in short gasps that made his chest ache and his heart pound.
No. No no no no no.
He was working so i hard. /i They just couldn't ruin it all for him in one morning.
"Good idea, cap. Hey, what's the matter? Relax, it's just a bit of chocolate, it's not going to add a pound to your body for every bite you take, you know."
A small sound escaped Loki then, a cross between a gasp and a sob, as he sprung to his feet and pelted for his room, tears pouring down his face. He sat in front of the mirror, fast becoming his favourite spot, and let the voice whisper reassurances to him.
You did the right thing, it crooned, the silky voice soothing yet terrifying at the same time. They're just jealous of your control. They'll understand when they see how beautiful it makes you.
Loki sat in front of his mirror all day that day, not even bothering to emerge from his room to keep up the pretense. He didn;t want to talk to anyone. So he just sat in his room and cried, pouring his insecurities out to his mirror, and the voice.
"Tony...I think there's something wrong with Loki."
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