I've been informed I made one of you look weird in McDonalnd's and I'm not sorry. Anyhoot, I don't own Avengers.

Tony

I woke up, the feeling of someone next to me made me panic for a moment then, I remembered yesterday. Dad. Loki. Right. I felt the sadness curl in my chest and I turned around slowly. Loki's face was calm, his lips open slightly. A long curl sat in the middle of his face. I flicked the curl to the side and watched him sleep, it comforted me somehow. I had no idea how long I watched him sleep till I saw his body tense. His face grew serious and his body shifted a bit. I watched him slowly rise from his dreams into the cold shock of the real world. His greenish blue eyes flickered open, the colors bright a first then dimming.

"Morning." I whispered. He smiled softly and sat up slowly. He pushed his arms up and cracked his fingers and wrists. He rolled his shoulders and neck. I saw his ankles twist around, popping and crackling. "Gross." I teased. Loki smirked and popped his back. "Stop it." I grumbled, shuddering. He laughed and slunk back under the blankets.

"How are you today, Tony?" He asked, a hand placed on my hip. His slender fingers tapped it as he waited for me to answer. I wondered, searching myself. I felt, hollow in a way. A part of me wasn't filled to the brim like the rest of me, maybe my fingers or my toes. I shrugged.

"Not wonderfully fabulous." I answered, tugging at the blanket. Loki nodded and placed his hand on mine. His slender fingers curled around my darker, shorter ones. We sat like that for some time before Loki moved. He rolled out of bed and peered around.

"I should really just leave some jeans here." He grumbled, kicking his jeans from yesterday into his hand. He strolled into my bathroom and looked around. "Your shower looks like a spaceship." He called out, making me chuckle a little. He poked his head to see if I smiled. He gave a grin as he saw my face. "Come help." He pouted, pawing at the wall. I kicked back my part of the blankets and went to help him. I showed his which knobs to turn for hot water and cold. He nodded and tried it himself. "I did it!" He shouted, throwing his arms up. I smiled.

"Well, looks like you've got it under control." I padded out and slumped on the bed. I listened to the shower pound and to Loki sing random bits of song off key. It made me smile a little, a drop of sunshine in a bucket of grey. The shower stopped twenty minutes later, He tossed the door open to let the steam roll out like fog. He had his jean slung low on his waist and no shirt on. Loki's black hair was a tangled mess. He yanked a brush through it, cursing each time it caught.

He came back out and opened my closet. "Taking a shirt by the way." He told me as he shuffled through them pulled one out, a pale blue one. He slipped it on and shuffled his hair. "There." He smirked and came over to me. He flopped onto the bed next to me and tugged at my fingers. "You want some breakfast?" He asked, his voice softer now. I shrugged. He took it as yes. "C'mon." He tugged at my wrists now, trying to get me up. I followed numbly, doing as he asked. He sat me on the couch and went to make breakfast. He started to sing again, this time in some odd language.

"What language is that?" I asked.

"Norse." He replied, continuing to sing. I thought about this for a moment. He knows Norse? What other languages does he know? I thought about how many I knew, about ten or so, I was only fluent in four of them, the rest I could form basic sentences. He gave me a plate with an omelette, some bacon and two shards of toast. He sat next to me and ate slowly, peeking up every once and a while. I ate by scooping randomly, eating whatever landed on my fork.

Loki didn't push me that day, or the two following. He left for school and work only, texting me about every hour or calling me on his breaks. I had to assure him, yes I was fine, no, I wasn't going near the sharp objects and, yes, I was eating. By the Tuesday after Dad died, Loki was like a mother hen. I knew it made him feel good so I didn't snap. He brought me homework to do and helped. Our nights consisted of schoolwork and each other. Loki had grabbed some of his clothes to toss in one of my many drawers. He bought the groceries so we didn't starve and made the meals. I felt a little useless in my own apartment.

The Tuesday after Dad past, I was showering when I heard the door. "Sir, Miss Potts is here." Jarvis told me. I cursed.

"Tell her to leave." I ordered, turning the shower off. I waited for his voice to ring through the door.

"She said it was important." He retold me. I cursed again and yanked some pants on. I stalked out into the living room and threw the door open.

"What?!" I snapped, glaring at her. If she was taken back by my no shirt, it didn't show.

"We need to talk about the funeral." She said, holding out a folder. Anger boiled in me. I flipped it open and tossed it and it. I sneered and slammed the door.

"Jarvis, let no one but Loki." I called.

"Yessir." Jarvis replied. I went back to my shower.

Soo yea. Filler chapter sorta.