God, this part was a NIGHTMARE to write!

First off for any Marvel heads out there, I know his parents died when he was 17 and he inherited the business at 21 but this is different because I didn't do my research before this scene and i apologise about that...sorry.

I've never written an emotional scene, so this is kind of my first time... dont judge me too harshly. I've rewrote this scene about 5 times, and I'm finally happy with it, sorry if its a bit...blahh.
-Hazel

"Miss Stark! Mister Stark?" Loki called out, ramming his first into the door another time. Finally the door opened quickly and Loki almost fell through the hole. He glared at the person who stood in his way, a tall, broad man stood. He had never seen him before; his eyes were cold and icy. He had a clean shaven head, his chin was scratched with a beard and his skin was pale, but not as pale as Loki's. He glared down on Loki; he was luckily taller than him for it to look threatening.

"May I help you?" His voice reminded Loki of Howards, the broad strength behind it and the threat strong and lingering.

"…Can I speak to Tony?"

"I'm sorry; Mister Stark is busy at the moment." His voice was littered with sarcasm, the attention dragged on the words Mister Stark, as if giving the student every reason to leave, as if he did not belong. His chest ached suddenly, Tony's voice nagging at him like a tick.

"Why, what's happened-"

"Didn't you hear me the first time?" His barked, cutting the boy off from finishing, the tall man crawled out of the doorway. Loki caught sight of Tony inside, he was sat on the stairs, his head in his hands and he was shaking terribly. But it was just a second and the tall man loomed over once more, closing the golden door behind him. Loki took a step down, not in fear but in soft withdrawal. "This is a delicate time for Tony; he doesn't want pretty boys playing with his mind."

"Excuse me? I'm Tony's friend!" The larger man scoffed, shaking his head.

"I won't ask again. Leave before I call the police!" The golden door opened again, Tony's head peeking through the doorway.

"Obadiah…" The taller man turned back to Tony. "…just, give us a minute please." Tony stepped out of the door, standing beside the older man. Tony's olive skin had been reduced to a sickening white, his eyes were black and the bags were showing no signs of sleep. Loki just stared at him with wide eyes as the man named Obadiah shifted away, his narrow, dark eyes never leaving Loki's face as he re-entered the house. As soon as the door closed Loki ran up to Tony, he draped his arms around him, pulling him closer. Tony was cold, icy and arctic under his arms. He buried his nose in Tony's hair, inhaling his tired and worn out scent. Loki ran his warmer hands along Tony's shoulders, attempting to unwind Tony's stiff self. Tony was shaking still, jumping when Loki's hands touched his bare skin. Eventually, Tony hugged back, his arms struggling to hold Loki's ribs and lower back as he buried his head on the taller boys shoulder. "Are you alright?" Loki smiled as Tony's broken voice echoed in his ear.

"I should be the one asking you…" Tony pulled back, forcing Loki to look at him. He untied one of his arms from Loki's hip, moving it to the taller man's neck, his thumb running along the hollow in his neck.

"Why are you here Loki?" His voice was raspy and cold, no threat behind it but just pure unhappiness.

"I thought something was wrong, do you want me to leave-"

"No, oh god no, please-"He jumped up, wrapping his arms around Loki's neck. "Don't leave me here alone." His voice broke and Loki could feel the soft tears running against his neck. "Without my parents its- oh god-"Loki wrapped his arms around Tony's waist, holding the boy up when his legs failed him. "They're dead- the selfish fuckers-"Loki pressed a hand onto the back of Tony's head, muffling his angry voice into his shoulder. He continued to shout, his hands balling into fists and shaking as they fell to Loki's chest. He punched Loki's torso multiple times with an unorganised and shaky hand. If Loki was anymore human he would feel his muscles tensing from the strain and pure power coming from Tony. It was at least another three minutes till Tony tired, his words becoming very slurred and his fists failing to punch at all. Loki released Tony from his grip, allowing the smaller man time to gain the strength in his legs, his chest was falling and expanding furiously and his legs remained at an uneven bend. "They're- they're gone…They just…" He looked up at Loki, his eyes burning black and running with tears. They died Loki...they're gone…." He collapsed onto Loki, sobbing loudly. "It's not fair Loki-It's not fair." Loki's hands were trembling, his own cheeks drenched in a few tears. He stroked Tony's head, disgusted at the gross blubbing breaking out from Tony's tortured voice.

"I know Tony…" He kissed his scalp, resting his nose among the soft black mane. "…I know."