Oh my goodness, guys, I am so sorry. I just realised I havent updated this in a MONTH. I'm so so so soooo sorry! School started just after the last update and I have been freaking swamped. I already have five written (not TYPED, mind you!) and some of six. Again, I apologize for the wait, so heres the next chapter.
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The Truth Chapter Four
Tony looked down at Loki and then to the rest of the small bathroom, pondering his options. For one, he could just call S.H.E.I.L.D. and turn Loki in. But his curiosity was winning out over his sense of duty. What would S.H.E.I.L.D. do with Loki anyway?
"I guess I should clean you up if you'll be staying here..." Tony mumbled to Loki's unconscious form. He would have no problem undressing him; Loki's normal ensemble of buckles, leather, and metal had been replaced by a pair of thin, loose-fitting short pants. Tony sighed and stood, moving to the shower. He turned on the shower head and adjusted the water, making sure it wasn't too hot or too cold. After he had the water running, Tony got up with a grunt and kneeled next to Loki, thinking, "Oh, the irony." He reluctantly gripped the waist of Loki's shorts and pulled them down off of Loki's slim frame. Tony forced his eyes to stay away from Loki's yonder-regions and lifted the naked god and set him under the running water. Tony propped Loki with his head leaning on the wall, out of the stream of water. Tony reached across the shower to grab the bar of soap and the shampoo. He looked at the trickster carefully, wishing Loki would just wake up so he could wash himself. Loki showed no signs of waking so Tony pursed his lips and began to rub the bar of soap across Loki's chest and arms.
After rubbing a generous amount to Loki's chest and arms Tony used his opposite hand to move the suds across Loki's neck and back. Soon Loki's upper body was clean and Tony had to move south. He blushed slightly and avoided the more personal areas, trying to finish it quickly. Tony avoided the more private areas and cleaned off Loki's legs and feet. More scars and bruises became visible and Tony did his best to be gentle. After he was finished Tony sat back on his heels and scanned Loki's body, (again, avoiding more private areas) and his eyes finally reached Loki's face and he fell flat on his rear when his soft brown eyes met striking green ones.
"Jesus Christ!" he said, "Give a guy a warning, would ya?" he cut off the water and threw a towel his way. Loki's eyes were wide and Tony was surprised to see a hint of fear in them. Loki wrapped the towel around his shoulders slowly and looked helplessly at the ground. Tony raised an eyebrow and said, "What now?" and Loki opened his mouth and responded quietly.
"I... cannot stand, Stark."
Tony sighed and moved over to Loki, wrapping one of his arms around his shoulders. He helped Loki stand and then they slowly walked into the guest room.
Tony helped Loki sit down on the bed. He moved to the door and said, "Wait right
here," before moving across the hall and rummaging through his drawers so find an
unopened pack of underwear, a pair of sweat-pants that were too big for himself, and an old tee.
He went back into the guestroom to find Loki hunched over with the towel
across his shoulders and his head in his hands. Tony handed him the clothes and looked at him curiously.
"Do you need any help getting dressed too?"
"No, I believe I will be able to dress myself," Loki answered. Tony nodded and slipped out of the room, waiting in the hallway for a few minutes. When he had been standing there for what he deemed a suitable amount of time, Tony knocked on the door and said, "Make yourself decent!" When he stepped inside Loki was sitting on the bed with the sweat pants and tee on, not meeting Tony's eyes.
"Do you want something to eat?" Tony asked. Loki looked up at him with a surprised expression, and then narrowed eyes.
"What is your game, Stark?"
Tony furrowed his eyebrows then shook his head. "I don't have a 'game'. I just feel obligated to offer someone with a waistline of two inches something to eat," he paused then asked, "What happened to you?"
"It is none of your concern," Loki hissed venomously. Tony gave Loki a glare and replied, "I'm only trying to help, so don't get snappy with me!"
Tony saw Loki cringe at his yelling and he sighed heavily. "Do you want something to eat or not?"
Loki looked at Tony warily and after a moment he nodded. "Please," he paused for a moment then continued. "I appreciate your help, Stark."
Tony paused in the doorway and turned to look at Loki. "Uh, yeah, no problem." He rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Jarvis, open up a can of soup, would ya?"
"Working on it now, sir."
Loki jumped at the voice and his eyes darted around the room nervously. Tony smiled broadly.
"Jarvis, make nice with him while I'm warming up Loki's soup."
"If anyone should be social, it would be you, sir." His AI retorted.
"Shut your mouth." Tony said with an eye roll.
"I am afraid I don't have a mouth."
Tony snorted and saw Loki's lips twitch up slightly as he moved to go make Loki's soup. When he reached the kitchen at the end of the hall he picked up the open can of tomato soup that was sitting on the counter and a pot from the overhead rack. After poring the contents of the can into the pot and adding his own "special spices". As it was cooking Tony listened to the two English-accented voices drifting from down the hall.
When the soup was heated Tony poured the contents in a bowl a grabbed a spoon from the drawer to his left. He walked down the hall and into the room to see Loki propped against the head board and he heard Jarvis explaining why he was "in the ceiling". Tony snickered and walked over to the bed, pulling a throw pillow out from under Loki's pillow out from under his elbow and placing it in his lap.
"Tomato soup, courtesy of myself," Tony said tiredly, placing the bowl on the pillow in Loki's lap. "Chow down."
Lokie looked between Tony and the bowl of soup skeptically and asked, "Why are you being so kind to me?"
Tony raised an eyebrow. "I'm supposed to be the 'good guy'. This seems to be a good guy thing to do, right?"
"Yes, and I am supposed to be the villian, correct?" Loki replied. Tony sighed and said, "My curiosity will always win out over my common sense, and I'm curious as to why you destroyed all my liqour." he paused for a moment then added, "Well, I have several other stashes full, so you only destroyed a fraction."
Loki snorted and muttered, "Mortals," before picking up the spoon and shoveling soup into his mouth.
"I'll be across the hall if you need me or feel any murderous urges. Just ask Jarvis to wake me up." Tony said. He left the room and walked into his own, promptly flopping down on the bed and snuggling into the covers. The bedside clock read "2:27 PM" and Tony groaned "Its too early!"
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