Looking over my work, I can tell I suck at staying in character so I apologize for the OOC. Either way we are getting to the better parts. I don't know how I want to end it. But I am drifting to ThunderIron or SuperHusband area. Message or review a thought. Much care! -Tastic

A/N 2: I did pretty good so far. Small things here and their. I am not changing the story. Just editing.

He opened his eyes. Lights designed to send him into a pain greeted him. He growled as his stomach and ribs made themselves known. No one can say he didn't live to be adventurous.

"Tony." A solemn voice announced.

Tony raised his hand to the oxygen mask. He gave up halfway and rest his hand on his stomach. The tiny weight shift causing him to gasp in pain. He closed them as tears leaked the sides.

"Friend Tony, calm. Healers will arrive soon." Thor chided as he moved the fragile mortal's arm from pressuring his friend's pummeled stomach.

"Thor." He gasped with open eyes.

Tony looked into the eyes of a grieving man. Tony knew he was there to seek company. Company of the man Loki gave his life for. The teams around the world had lost many people he figured. Loki was one among many.

"Thanos retreated and fled. It was a matter of life and death as you resided under the blades of skilled human healers." Thor comforted him.

Tony smiled in turn.

"Stomach pained. . . check?" He sounded up carefully.

Thor frowned and concentrated on his stomach with an outstretched hand hovering over it.

"I am not skilled as my bro- as he was. But I sense that maybe his body became one with Midgard and his soul went to join Hela that his magic lingers on you. I do not know if is helping or hindering." Sorrowed eyes with a bit of happiness lingered as he examined Tony with tricks he had gained from his mother.

Thor had told the team that in order to understand Loki he had learned some magic from his mother despite his Father's wishes. Thor had come to even gain and help Scarlet Witch in his spare time.

A comforted brought by a bit Loki's magic remained to remember him by. Tony figured the man had nothing left of his brother other than this. Maybe a room back home. If his father hadn't destroyed it. Thor was too sentimental to destroy such a thing. Thor would make a good King.

"Look who's awake. It's been two days, Mr. Stark." The doctor announced in a normal tone.

This made entrepreneur realize how softly Thor had spoken. With way too many happy vibes, Thor was kicked out, despite his puppy face, and poor Tony was made a pincushion as poking and prodding began. Why Pepper had decided not to put him in a private room in his tower would remain a mystery to be solved.

It's been a month. A month since Thanos. A month since Loki's death. A month since he had his organs playing Where's Waldo.

Two weeks since he was allowed to return to the tower to around like he usually does. A week since Thor got over most of the grieving process. Four days since he could even get himself farther than a block of his tower without stopping to rest. Three days since his last meal that actually stayed down and five days before that was his last liquidated one. Tony was fed up and left the Tower.

The smell of rosemary and trees was getting stronger around him. He was constantly in a herbery shop with all the crazy voodoo people he remembered going into New Orleans two years back and that very scent lingered around him. No one of course noticed except they did and kept quiet. Thor kept sniffing him and would scrunch his eyebrows. He was wondering if death was making him smell enough that he could wiff himself a mile away.

Maybe Loki's magic did more than he thought? Tony began to think of different theories as he walked into Thor's floor. Something he did regularly now that somehow they had become great friends. Nothing like a death to stick two people together. Now they could bond over Tony's stomach that felt like they had gone through a scrambler and eat weird food combos that were too solid nor too liquid. A challenge only Clint would have touched back in the day. Too bad that he didn't get an omelet out of it. Knowing himself, he knew if it was it would probably end up burnt and inedible. That still didn't prevent him from going up his trusty elevator to the thunder god's floor and trying not to have the alarms go off again.

Thor's floor smelled like rain and metal now that he thought of it. It was quite addicting.

"What brings you here, my friend? Has your stomach rebelled against you?"

Tony knew he wasn't doing a good enough job hiding how he struggled to recover from torn insides.

"Unfortunately, Thor. I can't seem to escape the smell of forest and herbs. I think Loki's", the inventor ignored the flinch that accompanied the name, "magic may have done more than we thought." Tony announced with a sigh and two hands rubbing his face.

Thor turned his usual grin into a firm line as he inhaled once, twice, and a long third before gasping. He thundered up to Tony who tried not to freak as his recently made made best friend sniffed his neck then fell to his knees and smelled his stomach before he placed a hand and concentrated.

"Am I going to live?"

"Live you shall! This is great news!" Thor wept.

He was not a pretty weeper as he clutched Tony close. Tony on the other hand was calling for the Avengers with a pleading signal to Jarvis as he was at a loss at what to do. The sight was made when Steve burst in with his shield and only pajama bottoms. Natasha and her ever present night gown that held more than he wanted to know and Clint beside her trying to string his bow. Peter hanging back with Bruce somewhere along the ceiling. The main crew that was still in the Tower had arrived only to raise eyebrows of the strange scene of Thor bawling.

"Guys I don't know what to do!" Tony screeched in fear. Clint snickered earning a head slap from someone around him.

"Um . . . Thor? You okay there buddy?" Steve hesitantly asked.

"My brother lives!" He exclaimed.

"Wait. . . what?" Tony gasped as the others remained confused.

"He lives within you, Tony. His magic is strong in you. He grows within you." Thor announced and gasps as well as a squeak was heard and possibly a thud.

And so Tony responds. By throwing up to the side and then passing out.

He lives! Hahaha!