"Stark. Stark!"
Loki nudged him gently in the ribs to wake him, for he did not want to wait for him to awaken. He couldn't remember the events preceding his ending up in this dreadful room with much clarity, and in order to ask Tony, the genius would have to be conscious.
Tony's eyes fluttered open, and he tumbled off the bed in his surprise at seeing Loki awake. The shock of it left him in a harsh coughing fit, which made Loki frown, although he said nothing.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" Tony asked, blush creeping up his neck.
"Fine" Loki's tone was casual, as though he had no idea why anyone would think him otherwise.
"Yeah, okay Loki. See why they call you the Liesmith."
Loki rolled his eyes at this, but it was true. Tony hadn't noticed it as much before he fell asleep, but Loki certainly showed he was ill. He was paler than usual, slightly shaky, though that was probably from how COLD it was in here (what the hell was up with that? it was like antarctica in here), and he looked as though he had lost a significant amount of weight. This worried Tony enough that he did something he almost never does; revealed his feelings.
"You can't worry me like that again Loki, you just can't. I was beside myself with anxiety, i felt like my arc reactor was gonna give in." The words rushed out in one breath, and Tony froze when all the words were out, worrying about Loki's reaction.
His reaction, it turned out, was to smirk.
"Why Anthony, I had no idea you cared so much"
His tone was playful with a teasing edge, but his eyes were soft and slightly watery. Tony felt his heart melt a little just looking at his Loki. His Loki.
"Care? I love you, you foolish God. I love the mischievous look in your eyes when you're plotting something, heck, i even loved that when you were still our enemy. I love your spirit, your voice, your beautiful skin. I love your Jotun form too, Loki. Blue is such a beautiful colour but I had no idea how beautiful until I saw it on you. I love your way with words, how you love but dont let it show like you should...I...God i just love you so much Loki."
As he spoke these words, Tony had been wandering towards the windows of the suite, back to Loki, and so was startled (for the second time that morning) when he turned to find Loki right behind him.
"L-"
Tony began, but was cut off by Loki's lips crushing passionately against his own. Their tongues battled for dominance, and just this once, Tony let Loki win. The kiss evened out into a chaste one, each of the men feeling completely comfortable with one another.
And then they were broken apart when Tony turned to give a ginormous sneeze into the crook of his elbow. Loki's forhead creased, and he gently cupped Tony's cheek with his hand.
"You are ill"
He spoke softly, but Tony could hear the worry and sadness in the words. He tried to play it off, laughing a little.
"Not nearly as ill as you, my prince."
He liked calling Loki that, but would deny it to anyone but Loki himself, if asked.
"You should be in bed, resting, not here with me. Not that I don't long for your presence, but i would prefer to spare you the discomfort of a long and hard illness. Come"
Tony had no chance to respond, for Loki had grabbed his arm and transported them from the room in swirl of shimmering green magic. He landed on his ass on his bed, Loki already bustling around the room, closing his curtains, fluffing the pillows on his bed, pulling off his shoes and shirt. He allowed Tony to do the rest of the undressing, but pushed him into bed the instant the pyjama bottoms were on, and tucked him in, pressing a kiss to his brow.
"Hmmm, warm, but not overly concerning yet." He murmured, and Tony had to refrain from laughing.
"You seem to be forgetting your own illness, sniffles. You need to rest too, or you won't ever get better"
Loki looked at him, smiling lovingly.
"You need not worry about me, my love, for i am recovering quite nicely, and feel with a few more hours of sleep I shall be right as rain, as the midgardian saying goes"
Tony felt that was a bit optimistic, having seen how ill Loki actually looked, but as Loki seemed so confident and energetic right now...
"Hush love, stop thinking about the world. Just sleep."
Loki's whispered words were the last thing Tony heard as he let himself fall into the dark comfort of sleep.