Feels, anyone? uvu

Loki refused to leave his room for two weeks. During that time, Tony drank. He went to meetings drunk, hungover, or somewhere in between. Sometimes, he wondered if Thor would be returning soon to take his brother home to Asgard, to take him to his torture or punishment or death. Stark tried to tell himself that he didn't care if the god was killed. Why should it matter to him? He was just some mortal who had foolishly thought he could be loved by a god. The way he had loved him.

Wait- Did he just say he loved Loki?

Tony shrugged the thought away as he downed another shot of scotch. Many times JARVIS told him he'd probably kill himself. He ignored the AI and continued, only stopping when common sense would tell him he'd go too far.

Loki only left his room to retrieve something small to eat. It was the middle of the night, and he glared up at the roof as he opened the fridge. His memories drifted to the day he'd started getting his visions, and he closed his eyes, trying not to remember. It was sheer, dumb luck that Tony happened to be going into the kitchen to get himself another bottle of alcohol.

They saw each other and paused, Loki frozen mid-bite and Tony staring hazily at him. Loki swiftly turned, and the genius stumbled to grab his wrist. "Loki."

"Stark, unhand m-"

"No."

Loki looked back at him, his eyes brimming with sadness. "Please," he whispered. Tony faltered; not used to seeing the usually snarky god looking so upset. The trickster took this opportunity to twist out of Tony's grip and retreat back to his room. The inventor groaned and leaned against the counter, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. He let his gaze drift on the bottle in his hand, and he tossed it into the sink, as if it were a venomous snake.

It broke with a crash, and in his dark room, Loki flinched. He didn't like making Tony upset, but he didn't want the mortal to die because of him either. He was so flustered, in fact, that he forgot to lock the door. He buried his face in his knees, closing his eyes and giving off a shudder as the images once more flashed behind his eyelids.

Tony, who decided that there's no way he's going to wait another two motherfucking weeks for Loki to make an appearance, left his little depression space and attempted to open the door. He was shocked to see it move inward as he did so, and he almost let out a sigh at the god curled up on his bed. Loki stiffened as he spoke.

"Listen, Loki. I don't know what's wrong with you, but it helps to talk about it."

Loki shook his head mutely, knowing the inventor would see it.

"Really? Silent treatment? Is that what it's gonna be now?"

"Why..." Loki began, his voice hoarse from two weeks of disuse. "Why do you even speak to me. You know I am a monster. A freak." He turned a little, daring to glance at Tony. "You are only to watch me, not have feelings for the one who almost drowned your planet in servitude."

"Is this a poem? Are you talkin' in stanzas or something?"

"Pardon?"

"'Drowned your planet in servitude' doesn't sound poetic to you?"

Loki said nothing.

"No? Alright, maybe that's just me. But you're not a freak." Anthony approached the god hesitantly. "I didn't scoot away when you fell asleep that night, did I? I didn't make out with you as a blue guy out of disgust. So why do you think I'd call you a freak?"

Loki said nothing.

Tony sighed, sitting next to the god, who became stiller. "I'm not talking to myself, Loki."

Loki looked at him, his green eyes dead. "I wish you were."

"Why?"

"Because I am no longer a prince; I am scum. You, people here worship you, in a way. You have gained the status I have lost, and you should not dirty your presence with me."

"Nope. No degrading yourself, Blue. You're still a pouty princess, no matter what you say." He leaned onto the god, as if to cheer him up or whatever Tony was attempting.

Loki snorted, then turned to the inventor, his eyes soft and unsteady as he told his story in a quivering voice. He spoke about the first dream Thanos invaded, and then went to the more recent one. Loki skipped over fake Tony's dialogue, fearful that the man in front of him -who was no mirage,- would agree with the one in his mind. And then he finished, quiet and awaiting the other's response.

For a while, Tony didn't speak. He mulled the thoughts over in his head, willing them to make sense. He believed the god was hiding some big chunk, but he decided not to dwell on it. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Loki, turning him and pulling him into a tight hug.

At first, the god was staring, his eyes slightly wide, then he leaned into the warmth, happy for it as well as the pulsing glow of the arc reactor beneath the inventor's shirt. "So you're worried you'll hurt me if anything escalates past making out?"

"I fear I'll bring you harm no matter what I... we do." He blushed a little, and Tony laughed. Slightly annoyed and curious, Loki narrowed his eyes and pushed away slightly.

"What is so funny? Is there something about my worries that makes you believe that I jest to you?"

"Okay for starters, I don't live in the twelfth century, so I don't understand that. Also," He smiled. "I think it's kinda cute."

"Your pardon?"

"I said it's cute, the way you care about me. And stop asking for my pardon; It's unbecoming of a princess."

"How is anything I'm saying cute to you?"

"Call it a mortal thing."

Loki quirked a brow, then shook his head. "If you say so. Mortals are weird."

"Yeah, we are. Besides," The genius shifted to catch Loki's green eyes with his. "I think I'd hurt myself more than you'll ever hurt me." He kissed Loki on the forehead, but the god was not convinced. Despite that, he pushed Tony away with a small, forced smile.

He really hoped Tony didn't see it.

"This is touching, really. However, I still do not entirely agree with you on the face of my, erm, cuteness."

"Oh? Why's that?"

In answer, Loki leaned forward and kissed Tony, grazing his bottom lip with his teeth and grinning as he pulled away. The Iron Man supressed a growl as Loki's lips disconnected from his. "Cute am I now?"
Tony groaned.

"Not exactly the kind of behavior I'd expect from a princess."

Loki laughed, short and sweet and real in Tony's ears. "I am not a princess!"

"Mmm, yeah. You are."

"I am male, Stark, and you should know that men cannot be princesses!"

"I haven't seen the proof of that yet, so I can't be entirely sure." Tony winked, and the trickster raised both eyebrows.

"Is that a challange, Mr Stark?"

"Already willing to prove me wrong?"

"Well, we are on a bed," Loki started, mischieviously. "and there must be something we can finish all the way through."

Tony grinned, pushing Loki back and kissing him. "Then prove me wrong."

Loki made a sound that was damn near close to purring, then stopped, his eyes glowing.

"Last time I checked, it was I who was proving his manhood, not you."

Tony groaned again, looking at the god beneath him. He should have chosen his words wiser.
And suddenly, the night turned from sour to sweet, back to that medium between both.

HI OKAY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!

Guys, I'm so tired, I wrote this after taking a double dose of NyQuil. Which was funny because, right when I took the second dose, I realized I still had a chapter to put up. Please don't kill me! I love you people, the followers and the fave'ers, and the ones who leave reviews and yeah. I screamed girlishly at the number of views this fic got. I'll try to stay consistant on the updating every day, and you stay consistant with reading! Remember, if it's stupid, or written wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me! ((Critiques are being begged for, peeps.)) Love YOU! Lady Loki ollies OUTIE!