A/N: so...sorry if this is totally awful because i wrote it at like half past midnight and im tired and stuff but yeah...lemme know. and btw none of this stuff is mine. it belongs to marvel. so you know.
"Loki!" Thor's strangled cry wrenched through his fellow Avengers as he pelted forwards in the hopes of catching his adoptive brother. His fellow Avengers appeared to be made of stone in that moment, although Tony was pretty sure he could actually see tears in the Captains eyes as he witnessed Thors fear. Heck, if he was being honest with himself, Tony was shit scared too. I mean, Loki may be their first villian, the guy that threw him out of a fucking window -and GOD did that hurt his pride- but recently the more mischievous Asgardian hadnt really dont anything wrong, and Tony couldnt find it in him to think he deserved falling off of a building. He did of course wonder why Loki fell in the first place, but that wasn't really a question he could ask right now.
Thankfully, and god knows how he did it, Thor had managed to catch his pale brother before he become no more than smuch on a sidewalk. Upon closer inspection, Tony could see the small beads of sweat clinging to the smooth skin of Loki's face, the light flush across his cheeks and - hold the hellp up, had he just thought Loki's skin was soft? Had he basically just crooned it in his inner voice? What the fuck was up with that? Tony shook it off, nothing to be worrying about right now, what with one unconscious Asgardian in the arms of another stony faced Asgardian. Steve, ever the inquisitive leader, needing to be kept in the loop, stepped up to Thor.
"What's wrong with him Thor? What do we need to do? What happened?"
Thor merely peered down at Steve, eyes burning with a fierce anger, but face schooled into no more than a slightly displeased expression.
"I will speak not of it now. Later, when my brother is resting" And with not another word he strode to the jet, clutching his brother to his armored chest as though fearing Loki would be taken from him.
The others, as confused as he was, Tony hoped, also made their way towards the jet. They may not love Loki, but they loved Thor and Thor loved Loki more than he loved anyone. They would do what the big guy asked for now, and work everything else out later.
Upon their arrival at the tower, Thor locked himself and Loki in his room, without speaking a word to any of the other Avengers. Thor emerged after an hour or so, helmet and cape removed, but with the same angry look on his face, only now it was once again tinged with what Tony could only define as extreme concern, though he supposed they knew what the concern was about this time.
Steve opened his mouth but was yet to speak when Thor's booming voice cut across him.
"Why was Loki present at that battle when I expressly requested he remain undisturbed? I remember telling you, Captain, that it was imperitive Loki not be bothered, so why, pray tell, was this request disregarded?"
Steve, looking more guilty than Tony had ever seen him, took his time in defending himself, and his attempt was pitiful at best. "Well...when you called Tony to inform us of the threat, I fully intended to leave Loki undisturbed...but..Tony brought him along"
"Tattle tale" Tony quipped, though to be honest, he couldn't blame Steve for doing so. It WAS Tony who had insisted Loki come along, and Thor was almost seven feet of angry Norse God bearing down on him. What a way to get the truth out of someone. Tony thought it would be best to argue his own corner right about now.
"To be honest big guy, you never really told us WHY we had to leave Loki-licious alone in his room. So when push came to shove and you asked for ALL the avengers- and yes you did use those words- i assumed you meant him as well. Plus why shouldn't we have brought him along? What even happened out there? Did Loony Loki forget to take his crazy pills or something and he flipped out? I mean what the hell?"
"My brother is ill!" Thor roared back at him, making even Natasha flinch a little. "Have care how you speak, man of Iron, for I will not so easily forgive your words when I am feeling such concern for Loki. He has been ill three days thus and requested I not tell you or any of the others, for he did not wish to be mocked for his time of weakness."
"We wouldn't mock him for being ill!" Steve spoke up indignantly, at which Thor chuckled darkly.
"You already laugh at my brother, do you not? 'Loony Loki' as Stark puts it. You all call him this?"
"No, just Tony" Clint puts in, and jeez, when did he become part of this argument? "But everyone knows Tony's a bastard anyway so you shouldn't really be too offended by that"
Tony turned to Clint to make a witty remark, a nasty jibe, or maybe just throw something at his head, he wasn't really sure at the time, but before he got the chance, JARVIS' informative tones cut across their fighting.
"Sir, I thought I should inform yourself and Master Odinson that Master Laufeyson is experiencing dangerous peaks in temperature and is showing signs of hysteria."
Oh just great, Tony thought as he followed Thor in a full out run to Loki's room. He decided to ignore the fear that gripped his stomach with the news of a decline in Loki's health. He could worry about that later. Not that it meant anything. He hoped.
okay so...read and review!..please? Sorry its not as long as the last one...