"So when did you become grand master chef, Blue?" Tony looked expectantly to Loki, who was stirring his food around on his plate. The god looked up, arching an eyebrow.

"Must I teach you not to call me 'Blue' either? And it's because, while Thor was watching my cell on Asgard, all he would talk about was Midgard this, Midgard that." He dropped his fork onto his plate, suddenly disgusted. "I am finished."

"But you barely ate anything? And it sounds like you're a bit jealous of Goldilocks' freedom."

"What reason would I have to be jealous of Thor?" Loki scoffed, his voice clearly showing the how absurd he believed the idea was. Tony just shrugged, taking a sip from a glass filled with orange juice. He actually didn't know when they'd gotted orange juice, but he didn't complain.

"I'm just saying, you looked so mad when you talked about him."

"I assure you, Stark," Loki spat the name, as if forgetting the way he'd felt for the genius. "that I am not jealous of anything that has to do with me so-called 'brother'."

"Alright, alright. Calm yourself, jeez." Tony leaned back in his chair, looking at Loki as the trickster stared intently at his still very full plate. "You trying to burn holes through my plate? Staring doesn't work." He tried to joke, he tried to bring Loki out of this angry spot, he wanted the god to go back to the way he was not thirty minutes ago. But everything he seemed to be doing just kept making Loki angrier.

"Silence yourself." The god stood abruptly, walking to the kitchen with his plate and dropping it on the counter. If Tony wasn't so interested in what was going on on the inside, he would have noticed how Loki's fingertips were slowly turning blue.

"Loki?"

"I won't be trying to escape, so do not fret." He rolled his eyes and walked downstairs, leaving Tony alone at the table.

"More bipolar than a woman," He muttered after a while. "And thinks he's too good for me."

Loki wound up in the garage, staring at everything but his hands. He didn't want to acknowledge that his magick was being sapped away slowly, despite how he'd been building it up. Even his reserves were disappearing as soon as he'd began making them. He felt Thanos's presence lurking in the recesses of his mind, obviously enjoying the weakness in Loki's body. The god knew the Chitauri leader was probably not alright with finding out that his original plan to break Loki was failing. To a fault, at least. He was still very off with his relationship with Tony, and he didn't want the Iron Man to hurt because of him.

He'd actually hoped to keep his distance from the Avenger until Thor returned to take him home, but that kind of wishful thinking was gone because of the events in the last night. He sighed, then watched his hands turn entirely blue. He didn't have much time. Something, not just the power sapping out of him, was weakening him, was... Loki shot up, the realization hitting him.

He was dying. Something, some sort of thing was working through him, and he was dying.

Loki felt his heart lurch at the thought of telling Tony. But who has the courage, he wondered. Who has the courage to tell the one you loved you were dying?

Tony decided that, after a few minutes of sitting there, running his hands through his hair, that he was going to have JARVIS track down Loki's whereabouts.

"Sir, that will not be necessary."

"And why is that, Jarjar?"

"He approaches, sir."

Sure enough, Loki was before him, his coat and scarf making the AC/DC shirt look out of place. The god's hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he looked... Mellow. Melancholy. Somber. Tony stepped forward and began to speak, but Loki just shook his head.

"Stark," He said in a soft voice. He wouldn't look away this time, wouldn't run off and curl up on his bed and die slowly. He'd tell him. Loki would tell Anthony Stark that he was dying. At least, that was what he thought.

"No, let me go first. I'm sorry about what I said, about you being jealous."

"So you realized you were wrong?"

"No, I'm not saying I'm wrong, just that it was a little harsh. And, y'know, about last night."

"And why would you apologize for last night?"

"Well, I kind of forced you to.."

"You forced me to do nothing. Nothing I didn't want to." Loki smirked, aware of the coolness traveling up his arms. No time, no time. "Stark, I have to-"

"Loki. I told Eyepatch that you didn't kill me. And he thinks you could be useful to us."

The god sputtered. Not only was he cut off, but he was also told something that enraged him. "Your PARDON?"

"Stop asking. I'm pretty sure by your reaction that you heard me right." Tony looked at Loki, wondering if it was a bad idea telling him that Fury wanted Loki for help. "Look, we could really use you, and I bet that'd redeem your punishment in GodLand or whatever."

"No. No, no, no, this cannot be happening..." Loki shook his head, and pulled his sleeves up. "Look well, Anthony. I have no magick. It is leaving me, slowly. I will be of no use to you once I revert to my Joutun form." He shook as he spoke, looking right into Tony's eyes. "I cannot help you."

"Wouldn't you be stronger as Frosty?"

"No, you don't understand. There is good reason that Joutuns do not invade Asgard. It is because..." He suddenly tilted, as if the world shifted sideways. He leaned on the counter. Too hot, he wanted to say. It's too hot.

Tony lurched forward, gripping the half god, half frost giant under the armpits, heaving him upwards. Loki's vision blurred. He couldn't tell Tony. His mouth wouldn't move.

He would die without telling the inventor he was sorry.

HII! Sorry about missing a day, had to let small humans play on the computer. So now, I am updating through PlayStation! Yay, updates. I now have a strong plot forming out, and, if you are outraged like "WHY IS LOKI DYING THIS CAN'T HAPPEN" Then I will spoil it for you:
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Lol you thought I was gonna actually haha no. Love you all for sticking with it! :DD Look forward to Monday, I'll update two chapters. Since I missed a day. Mwah!