When he finished crying and calmed down enough, he slinked off of Thor's lap, grabbed a blanket and a pillow, and left the room, with his brother watching him. He sulked down the halls of the dorm, looking for someone in particular to go to, unsure why his body was leading him toward said man. Once he got there, he looked up at the door that mimicked the classroom doors, reading the sliver plaque on it with black lettering. Stark. Most rooms had the person(s) last name that inhabited the dorm on a plaque to tell you who was in them, and Loki was about to seek solitude from this man. He sighed, looking down at the tile, before looking back up and getting ready to knock. Why would the guy care about him, why would he want anything to do with him right now? So what if he was hurting, so what if he felt alone, Stark had no reason to care. He apparently did care, though, since when Loki knocked, he answered with a groggy "Come in". Loki blushed a moment despite himself, looking at the handle before opening it slowly, and stepping inside. He left the door open a bit, so if Tony looked up to see who it was, he would notice it was Loki.
"I'm having troubles sleeping; can I stay with you for a while?" He sniffled, hoping that Stark would not turn him away.
"Mm, come here, doll. I only have one bed, so we are going to have to share, alright, Loks?" He responded tiredly, motioning for him to enter.
Loki closed the door behind him, locking it, and stumbled through the dark until his legs collided with the bed. He looked down, trying to get his eyes to readjust to the night, and when they did, he stared at Tony for a bit. When he pulled the sheets back and dropped his own, he had accidentally removed it from Stark's upper torso, revealing a bright blue light coming from his chest again. Stark was shirtless, and he was about to get into a bed with another man who wasn't his brother. He reminded himself he wasn't here for sex as Tony watched him, slipping into the bed next to him. He kept his distance, scooting to the edge of the bed, until he was pulled closer and tensed up. Tony had let go of him and draped an arm around his waist, falling back asleep, guessing he did from his snoring. Loki just stared into the dark, watching the door, thinking about things like Tony's full name. It is Antony, Anthony, or Antonio, and it would take me quite some time to figure out his middle name. Antony sounds too formal, and Antonio sounds Latin, so I will have to go with Anthony. Anthony Stark, that had a nice ring to it, and when Tony woke up, he would ask him if that was his actual name. Without realising it, he had fallen asleep, only to be riddled with nightmares about Thor in the war, being killed, or worse, missing.
He whimpered and whined, kicking his legs a couple times, rolling around in his sleep. This, of course, woke Tony who was now shaking him awake. Loki jumped almost out of bed before he controlled himself and looked around wildly, hyperventilating and panicking. He looked over Tony's shoulder to see that it was five am, and he had only been asleep for about four and a half hours. He whined, hitting his head back on the pillow, and watched Stark who was watching him. Another moment of unspoken words passed, until Stark reached forward and ran his fingers through Loki's hair. He flinched away, not used to being touched like that by someone other than family and kept staring at him, wondering what was going on. He pulled his hand back before reaching down and running his fingers through his hair again. He still didn't speak, only kept this action going, soft eyes on Loki's face, who was now closing his eyes and nearly purring. He felt himself calming down, all his worries floating away as his hair was touched, rough fingers brushing over his ear a couple times. He guessed this was Stark's way of comforting and he liked it as he fought to stay awake. He was starting to feel something for this man, and he didn't want to, seeing as he only knew him a day but, the nagging feeling of attraction was biting at his brain.
"You just had a bad dream, it's okay. And don't worry about college tomorrow, I will tell your teachers you will be out with me," Stark whispered soothingly but, Loki was out before he could finish the end of the second sentence.
It was around ten am when he woke up, having an easy awakening, rolling over onto his back. He stretched his arms into the air, flexing his hands, yawning, and opening his eyes. He blinked a few times, rubbing away the sleep, before examining his surroundings. He was only a bit startled to realise he wasn't with his brother but, when the memories came flooding back from last night, he sighed and got up. He looked at Tony who was sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking some coffee, and seeming to be on his mobile. He watched him for a bit, examining every detail of his posture, back, the way he was sitting with one arm on his leg, his elbow on his knee propping his head up on his hand, and leaning forward a bit. He seemed stressed, like whoever was on the other end was giving him a hard time, and Loki wanted to comfort but, kept his distance. He didn't know what was going on between them, though he hoped his emotions would pass, Tony probably wasn't gay anyway. He closed his eyes, running his hands through his hair a moment, before looking down to examine his clothing. Still the same, his shirt and vest with little droplets of blood here and there, and the only way to get new clothing was to go back to their dorm. Face Thor, face the hurt, and face the fact that he was more than likely going to be accepted into the military and leave Loki here, alone.
"You son of a bitch," He whimpered softly, gaining Stark's attention for a moment, until he turned back to his phone call.
He let out a shaky breath, quickly looking up to the ceiling and concentrated on not crying, biting some skin off of his lip. He was not ready for this, and there is no way in hell he was going to be able to handle this alone. Could he go to Stark? Could he search for help within that man? He cursed a moment when he realised he found out nothing about who stole the car and that Thor would be leaving today to go down to a recruiting centre. He flinched when Tony began yelling at the other person on the line, standing up and using his free hand to talk, causing the stuff that happened with his former dad rush back to him. Before he could react much more, he exited the room, rather loudly, and headed back to his brother and his dorm. Loki looked at the ground as he walked for pretty much the first time in a while, feeling too upset to keep an eye on where he was going. He realised he had left his blanket back with Tony, so he figured he would return for it after he went to speak with his brother. While he was thinking about his blanket and that man, he didn't watch where he was walking, and ended up colliding with someone, grumbling quietly when he did. He looked up to see who it was, staring eye to eye with his brother, who seemed to have been coming to find him.
"Loki, I'm so sorry," Thor whispered, while attempting to hug him but, Loki stepped away.
"I'm not sure what to say to you, anymore, and I'm not sure if I can accept your apology or not," He inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the pained look on his older brother's face, as he continued. "I came to see if you had any information on who stole the car, and what time you were leaving for recruitment."
He tried remaining as calm as possible, carefully speaking as so Thor wouldn't pick up on how deeply upset he was by all of this. He watched his brother's blue eyes attempt to do what he usually does by running all over Loki's body starting from the face but, smirked slightly when his brother let out a hefty sigh, giving up on copying his "Sherlock" ways. He shifted uncomfortably under Loki's gaze, not really knowing what to say at that point, probably thinking of what to tell him about the car and the recruitment time. Loki was ready to burst into tears at any moment, the stress and heavy-heartedness building up fairly quickly. He swallowed a sour lump in his throat, blinking a few times, and looking away from Thor a moment, trying to relax. He hadn't been aware that a tear fell down his face, until Thor reached out quickly and brushed it away with his thumb. He held his ground, not being the one to run away from confrontations, waiting for him to speak. Just answer me already, please? I don't want your help, I don't want your comfort, I just want you to stay. He grunted softly, still not looking at him, finding something to stare at out of the corner of his eye.
"Brother, please...," He attempted to make Loki listen to him but, Loki wasn't having any of it right now, so he just talked about what his younger sibling requested. "They found out the guys who stole the car were the ones who robbed the bank, Nathan Garrett, under the alias "Black Knight", and Simon Maddicks, under the alias "Killer Shrike". They haven't been arrested, yet, still on the run. I am going to the recruitment building now, that is why I wanted to come find you, to say goodbye, and if I don't come back, I'm sorry. I am joining the Marines, and if they accept me, father is going to put me up in a hotel near the base in Ohio, so I can easily get to where they need me. Remember, we are gods, and gods never die."
Loki stared at him now, eyes revealing all the pessimistic emotions stirring inside, making his voice come out weak and cracking. "No, we are not gods, only the r-reincarnation of them,"
He turned on his heel, trying to block out everything as he left for Stark's room, again. He was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, and he quietly hoped Tony had left, though knowing he didn't. He needed a place to cry, to get away, and to not show emotions around others. That was one of his weak points, he hated showing anything negative to people, always trying to remain strong and composed for others who may need him. Thor was the only one to see him cry besides their mother and father, and as much as he intended on keeping it that way, he just couldn't as he held onto the door knob of the dorm he just left. His hand was shaky, his body about ready to give up if he didn't let the pain out, causing him to almost fall into the door. Thor was now two steps behind him and about to finish the last stride to get his brother back to him, when Loki yanked the door open and went inside, closing it in his brother's face. He listened to Thor's breathing, knowing how much he probably hurt his brother, ignoring the want to go out and see if he was okay, looking down at the ground when he heard him leave and head down the hallway. He didn't see Stark watch him as he slid down the door and onto the carpet, pulling his knees to his chest, and began crying. His eyes were closed, the sobs racking him, head staying up instead of falling forward. He didn't hear him approach or kneel down in front of him, and the only thing he felt was him being pulled toward him, and into his lap. He didn't struggle; he just leant against the man's bare torso, letting the tears fall. Every time he tried to calm down, thoughts of his brother being killed in the line of duty made the pain intensify.
"Loki, you need to breathe," Stark's soothing voice broke through his sobs.
"I-I can't breathe, S-Stark, I can't," He stuttered in response, pressing against him more.
No more words were said as he started rocking Loki; much like the reincarnated god did for him yesterday, tightening his hold around him. From the way he was sitting, he wasn't able to hide his face on Tony, so he half-assed it on his arm. Tony suddenly moved him so he was straddling his waist, facing him, giving Loki the chance to push his face against his neck. He got to the point where nothing fell from his eyes, and he couldn't force anymore to come, so he kind of just shook and made crying sounds, still being held by the future billionaire. Tony trailed his fingers up and down his back, twisting them lightly into the strands of hair that lay against his vest, now moving his fingers in circles around his spine. Loki shivered at the touch, trying to catch up with his breathing to slow it down, relishing in the fact that he did have someone to go to, he did have someone to hold him, and he did have someone who would be there for him. This was another thing he hoped not to make a habit of, showing distress to this person he had mixed emotions for. He eventually calmed down enough so he was just sitting in Stark's lap, holding onto him, chin on his shoulder, staring blankly at the bed since it was the only thing in his line of sight. The man still smelt faintly of Axe and gasoline, and Loki figured it was a smell he could get used to. In fact, the mix of the two together was a bit intoxicating, arousing even. Don't you dare get turned on in his lap, Loki Laufeyson. He scolded himself in his mind, blushing a bit, and pulling back.
"What is Tony short for?" He asked despite himself, overly curious.
Tony chuckled and eyed him a moment before responding, "Anthony."
Anthony, Anthony Stark. Just as he previously thought, a perfect name for a perfect man. No, not perfect, not anything except for irritating; irritatingly gorgeous. He felt like groaning at the internal war raging inside his mind at what he thought of Tony, completely zoning out while looking at him. Every way he trained himself to think, everything he strived to be like, and all of his standards that he held other people to was now crumbling before him. All of it happening because of this fucking man, this man who he hated to love, who he wish never fucked with his feelings like this. He swore up and down that he didn't feel anything for him and if he did, they were just "puppy love" crushes, as the Americans called it. He couldn't be falling for this stupid, loud mouth, self-absorbed, full of himself, all-about-me young adult but, here he was, fighting himself and what he felt. His jaw line perfect, cheekbones beautiful, lips on the smaller side and wonderful, pain filled eyes that he wanted to make happy, cute adorable fucking nose that he just wanted to kiss, hair messy and a bit singed that he wanted to run his fingers through, and heart so broken and damaged that he wanted to fix it. It was only day two of knowing this man, and so far he had held him when he cried, accepted an offer of a ride back to the university, let him fix his broken nose (which still ached, mind you), spent the night in the same bed as him, and allowed him to hold him and hush him while he broke down.
He was brought out of his thoughts by Tony's voice, which seemed a little too amazing in his ears. "As much as I love you sitting in my lap, Loki, you're putting my leg to sleep. By the way, you're gawking."
Loki made eye contact with him, realising how long he had been staring, cheeks turning red and heated. He cleared his throat when the blush scorched his face, and he immediately got off of his lap and stood in front of him, rubbing his neck like one of those anime characters who got caught doing something stupid. He raised his eyebrow when he saw Anthony's signature smirk back on his face, looking up at him, before getting up and standing. Loki looked down to the floor to regain his composure, and once he did, Stark suddenly had him pinned up against the door, hips against his, and lips near his neck below his ear. Blush was back on, more intense before, as Tony got as close as he could, breathing against his flesh, causing Goosebumps to form on his skin. That fucking bastard, just what does he think he is doing? From the dominance the shorter man was showing, he felt himself harden, grunting uncomfortably when Tony pushed his hips against his for a moment, before pulling back and looking down. As if Loki's blush couldn't get any redder, Anthony did the unthinkable and slid his hand up Loki's inner thigh, brushing lightly against his crotch, causing the taller man to let out an ever so slight whimper of pleasure. No, no, no, this is all wrong! Tony was quickly back below his ear, smirk still on his lips, hand gone.
"Mm, you're aroused," He whispered seductively into Loki's ear, making him shiver.