And here is chapter one :)

He had been working distractedly in one of his labs for a solid 12 hours, fuelled by nothing but strong black coffee. It was most definitely one of the bad days, he had been doing relatively well just getting on with things but there was always a day every now and then when all he could think of was the person he loved. It sounds like it would be a good thing, knowing that you love someone and you would do anything for them, it's something that not everyone will have even in a hundred lifetimes. Though, whenever Tony thought about him all he felt was an unbearable ache blossom in his chest for something long gone. He may have promised to wait but it felt like he would be waiting forever.

He called JARVIS to get some extra light in the room; it was only three in the afternoon thought it seemed like the middle of the night, the sky had darkened considerably, thick black clouds rolled over the top of Stark tower threatening to burst. Soon enough the tapping of heavy raindrops sounded against the windows, before long the tapping had turned into torrents of rain roaring against the glass. A loud clap of thunder made Tony drop his mug in alarm, just as the mug hit the floor with a barely discernible smash the entire building was plunged into darkness. He made his way over to the window slowly and noted that there had been a mass power outage and it would more than likely last as long as the storm did. A flash of lightening threw the room into sharp contrast for a moment creating shadows that surrounded Tony and seemed to advance on him, closing him in. A instant and the room was plunged into darkness again, another rumbling roar of thunder and Tony was filled with immediate rage as he remembered what used to follow the onslaught of thunder and lightning. He remembered the smug look on the thunder gods face as he took his brother away, the calculating look he gave Tony and the look of desperation in his brothers eyes before they just disappeared. As much as he didn't want to fall back into old habits he really needed something to calm him down before he went and done something stupid. He left his lab, the arc reactor throwing a faint blue light before him as he walked to the bar and picked up a random half empty bottle. Tony threw himself down on the couch and started drinking, well what else could he do? There was no power and for some maddening reason the generators hadn't come on so he couldn't work in the lab. He didn't want to talk to anyone so he naturally would not go and see someone, the logical conclusion was to sit and drink.

After some time the bottle had been completely emptied and was held loosely in Tony's hand. If his eyes were shut it would have looked as if he were asleep but there were unblinking and glazed over with a mixture of unidentifiable emotions. And one rumble of thunder was all it took for one of these emotions to take over the others; Tony Stark was filled with uncontrollable fury which would only serve as a catalyst for destruction. He tightened his grip on the empty bottle before throwing it at the wall and watching it shatter into a million tiny pieces, the anger overtook him and he started breaking and trashing everything he could get his hands on. Furniture upturned and torn, stuffing spilling out of chairs and sofas, ornaments and frames smashed on the floor covering the floor in glittering broken shards. And abruptly all of his pent up rage and energy was gone, drained. He sank down onto a small part of the floor not covered in glass and put his head in his hands before his body was racked with heart-breaking sobs. Hot fresh tears fell from his eyes dampening his hands and cheeks as the storm continued with renewed ferocity outside.

A familiar blue glow filled the area, just before they left Loki caught Tony's eyes and it was a look of genuine desperation. Tony screaming at him in his head not to leave him alone down here, not to be taken away from him, but then they were gone.

The scene was repeated and repeated in his mind no matter how hard he tried to stop it, it was if he was stuck there forever seeing his entire life changed all over again. Tony was suddenly brought out of his reverie as he heard a small hum; the sound of the computer systems coming back on thanks to JARVIS though the tower was still bathed in darkness. Thanks to this small distraction he had a small moment in which his mind was blissfully blank and he felt himself calm down the slightest bit. It was then that JARVIS decided to announce that Dr Banner had entered the building and was on his way up.

"Use the computer system for security and don't let him in at all JARVIS." Tony could not stand the thought of having to talk to someone right now never mind see them.

"Sir, it appears the security systems have been overridden."

"How is that even possible? He isn't even on a computer!" Tony decided to chalk it down to JARVIS being damaged because of the storm and decided to remain on the floor and ignore everything. It wasn't because of Banner himself, even though they still weren't one hundred percent they were still friends, Tony just wanted to be alone, was that really too much to ask? It seemed like it was too much to ask as Banner walked slowly into the dark trashed room. He couldn't properly make out his face as he looked around the room, most likely speculating as to how the area ended up like that. Tony stood up to face him, tear tracks visible on his face when a flash of lightening brightened the room momentarily.

"Why did you come here, in the middle of a storm, for no apparent reason?! And why on earth did you just walk in when you obviously knew I wanted no one to enter?" Tony had to raise his voice over the storm to, hopefully, be heard. Even though he was sure that Banner must have heard him there was no reply, inexplicably Banner just stood there unmoving in the middle of the floor. As Tony started moving towards him his face became more visible and it seemed strangely distant as if he didn't know where he was. After a moment Tony also noted that he was swaying ever so slightly as he stood there as if he was exhausted and putting all of his energy to keep himself upright. Banner's attention finally seems to focus on Tony and relief flooded the features of his face though Tony didn't seem to notice this. He was preoccupied with trying to figure out why he looked so exhausted and what on earth was starting to cover his shirt. Another streak of lightning revealed a rather alarming sight; a deep red was blossoming in stark contrast to the white shirt. Tony knew it could only be one thing and his mind started racing, why was banner here, why was he acting like he didn't know where he was, why was he just standing there and why was he bleeding through his shirt?! Before he could supply himself with any answers Banner collapsed before him and Tony ran to him, broken glass and ceramics crunching underfoot. As he sits down next to Banner he scarcely hears him groan his name, the voice doesn't sounds like Banners but he just chalks it down to the noise of the storm. Tony started to turn him over, the dark making it difficult to avoid the glass on the floor and the blood soaking through the shirt and covering his hands. Tony abruptly freezes as the room is lit with further lightening from the continuous storm. The light is thrown across the man lying in his arms and illuminates his features, dark hair framing the pale skin of a sculpted face. And for a moment looking up at him are unmistakeable blue eyes framed with the wetness of tears threatening to spill.

"Loki?"