Hello everyone! I know I'm a terrible person for not updating and I have no excuse. But I hope this heartbreaking chapter will make up for it~

'I'm getting sick and tired of Tony hanging out with Loki so much.' Clint complained to Natasha, Bruce and Steve.

'I haven't seen him in ages, is he even at school today?' Natasha asked Bruce, who sat with him in History.

Bruce shook his head and frowned, 'He hasn't missed a day of school all year, not even that time when he was vomiting all over the place from one of his hangovers.'

Clint chuckled which earned him a harsh glare from Steve.

'Well maybe he took the day off to hang out with Loki.' Steve suggested, but his theory was struck down when Loki tapped him on the shoulder.

'Have any of you seen Tony?' Loki asked, 'He needs to do his part of the assignment and he promised he would give it to me today.'

The group shook their heads but Pepper interrupted their confusion with her sudden, very Loki-like arrival.

'He's at home, Jarvis called me because he thought we were still dating.' Pepper flicked her hair to the side with practiced ease, 'I don't know why he was at home though, and I don't really want to know.'

Pepper glared at Loki, as if she knew what they had done the week before.

'Maybe he just woke up with really terrible bed hair and couldn't bear coming to school looking so ugly.' Clint thought aloud, making Natasha giggle uncharacteristically.

'Well thank you all but I shall take my leave.' said Loki as he walked away from the group, but Steve grasped his shoulder before he could disappear into one of the many surrounding corridors.

'Hey, Loki you think you could go and check on him? That way you could get that assignment piece as well.'

Loki sighed but nodded his agreement, Steve smiling and dropped his hand to his side as Loki turned away and walked towards his locker.

Loki wasn't keen on forming any emotional relationship with Tony, he was a god for Asguard's sake, he didn't want to trifle too much with mortals. But he may as well go and check up on him seeing as he needed that assignment piece.

After school Loki snuck into an abandoned classroom and started the spell that would teleport him to the Stark mansion. Just before he teleported, a voice shattered his concentration.

'Loki, do not use your power for such a trivial thing.' His father's voice echoed in his head.

Loki laughed and muttered aloud to the empty classroom, 'I do what I want.'

Tony was more than a little surprised when Jarvis ushered Loki into his workshop, he had the music up full blast to block out the world, but the sight of Jarvis and Loki brought it all back.

Blood and pain and metal all mixed into one, the smell of fire, of smoke and burning rubber. God, was he was glad his stomach was empty.

Tony fell to the bin next to his workshop bench, gagging and struggling to breathe, as Loki rushed to his side.

'Stark, calm down it's okay! Stark, look at me! Look at me!' Loki yelled into his ear, Tony wrenched his eyes from the bottom of the bin to focus on Loki. 'Good, now listen to me. I'm here and everything's okay.'

Loki turned his attention to Jarvis who was standing behind them, looking a little lost at what to do.

'Do you think you could go get some water, and maybe some bread? A few more blankets would be nice as well.' Loki asked him and Jarvis nodded, calm now that he had a task to affix his attention.

'Tony I need you to move to the couch.' He said calmly to Tony as he pulled him up off the floor.

Tony moved his legs shakily and with the help of Loki arrived at the couch without too much trouble, as soon as he sat down he pulled his legs up to his chest and dry retched into the bin that Loki brought over.

'Tony, I need you to tell me what happened.'

Tony just shook his head, and instantly regretted it as it made his head throb more. God he just wanted to drink the bitter and strong alcohol that his father used to drink, he wanted to forget.

Tony whimpered and curled up tighter, he felt feverish and he hadn't been able to sleep. He felt he wouldn't sleep properly for a long time. He just couldn't shake the image from his head, every time he tried to pull his thoughts away from the thought it would grasp his attention with new ferocity. But then Loki looked him in the eyes again and his mind was calm, like an oasis. He never noticed how green his eyes were, they were like emeralds glinting in the harsh midday sun.

'Tony, please tell me.' The sentence was like a cool breeze flowing through Tony's mind.

'My parents…' Tony whispered, his throat dry and constricting, 'They were killed in a car crash.'

Loki sighed and hugged Tony, he was breaking every rule he had set for himself when he arrived on Midguard. Number one being 'Don't let people know who you are.' And number two was 'Don't get attached.'

Just then Jarvis walked in with water and a few slices of bread, with a few blankets draped over his arm. Loki nodded his thanks and murmured his reassurances and that yes he will call him if they need anything, yes he is sure they will be fine. After that Jarvis finally left but not before patting Tony lightly on the shoulder, Tony looked up at the touch and gave a weak smile.

Soon they were left alone again and Loki convinced Tony to eat some of the bread and drink some of the water before laying him down and placing a blanket on him.

Tony gave off another smile this time at Loki, and it was full of gratitude.

Loki felt a twinge in his heart as the young man fell asleep of the couch beside him.

'Odin damn it.' He muttered.

Tony awoke the next morning alone, he didn't quite remember when he fell asleep on the couch, he just remembered being held. A steady presence that never left him, kept him anchored and calm in an endless storm of pain. But now it was gone and without it the thoughts returned.

'What am I going to do without my parents?' He asked the room aloud, he felt a lump rise in his throat but he pushed it down and forced himself to think. He knew that one day he would take over his father's company, but he was too young. Maybe Obadiah would take over, his father's right hand man. He hoped he would, Tony knew he would crack under any sort of pressure. Right now though, he needed to speak to Loki.

'That man needs a phone.' He muttered into a pillow.

'Why do I need a phone?' a low voice asked from behind him.

Tony turned around to find Loki with a tray of berry pancakes and a jug of cold orange juice, Tony felt like he could hug him (something which he didn't like doing).

'Because, I wanted to thank you.' He replied, painting a fake grin on his face even though he knew Loki wouldn't fall for it.

'Stark, there is no need to thank me. I am used to trauma of the mind.'

'Well, thank you anyways.'

Loki nodded and walked around the couch to place the tray on the coffee table.

'Jarvis said the funeral will be in two days, he wanted me to inform you.'

Tony gulped down a mouthful of pancakes before carefully choosing his next words.

'Loki, I know you don't want any emotional connections to me, and I can understand why, but I wanted you to come with me. You helped me a great deal last night and I would be really grateful.'

Loki thought about this for a few moments before slowly nodding his head.

'I shall, I only have one issue.'

'And that would be?'

'I don't own a suit.'

'Tony, we really should be going to school. The teachers are going to kill us.'

'Loki, Loki, Loki. Do you always play by the rules?'

Loki laughed darkly, 'Oh Stark, you know I don't.'

Tony winked at Loki before leading him past a couple more shops and into a high-end suit shop.

'I usually have my personal tailor come to my house, but I thought since you have never had a suit before you should come and see a real suit shop.' Tony said, ushering him over to a desk where a young woman with vibrant orange hair was waiting.

'Hey Joh-Joh.' Tony flirted with her, she giggled and Loki rolled his eyes.

'Hello Mister Stark, I hope you're feeling okay…' She trailed off, looking to the floor.

The news of the death of Tony's parents had become worldwide news overnight, so the young Stark was wearing sunglasses to stop from being recognized.

'Yeah, I'll be fine. Now my friend here needs a suit.' Tony pointed towards Loki, who was standing there like the un-known prince he was.

'Wow, he is quite handsome, almost like a god.' She squealed, looking dreamily at Loki, 'I could just imagine him in a nice three piece, with some green accents.'

'That's what I was thinking.' Tony nodded. 'Loki, this is Johanna Raymone. She is the daughter to my Dad's personal tailor.'

Loki bowed slightly towards her, 'It's a pleasure to meet you.'

Johanna just stood there with her mouth open, cheeks turning pink, and Tony saw any future chance he had with her drift away.

'Flirt.' He muttered to Loki, and Loki shoved him with his elbow in retaliation.

'Okay,' Joh said, shaking her head and going back into a slightly more formal manor, 'well let's step into the back and I'll take his measurements.'

Joh led them into a separate room where she took no time in taking Loki's measurements and finding the colors and materials that she thought would be appropriate for the funeral.

When she was finished they when back out the front and Tony paid and they left with the promise that the suit would be finished and delivered by tomorrow morning.

Tony stopped outside the shop and looked around.

'So what do you want to do now?' Tony asked, and Loki felt his stomach rumble a little.

'Something to eat wouldn't go amiss.'

'Yeah, that does sound like a good idea. I also have a huge craving for a milkshake.'

'Do males even get cravings?' Loki asked, trying to think what a milkshake might be.

'I don't care, I just want a god-damn milkshake.'

Tony and Loki wondered over to a food court and the sight of it stopped Loki in his tracks. It was a rush of people, and there were so many humans talking and yelling that he thought it could almost compare to the noise during the giant feasts in Asguard. He had never felt more homesick before that moment, he had never felt so out of depth and lost in this strange new world.

Tony caught his facial expression and grabbed his shoulder, trying to form some kind of reassurance, but it didn't work. Loki turned around and ran in the opposite direction, dodging passersby with lightning speed.

'Loki!' Tony shouted after him, and then muttered a curse before sprinting to catch up.

Tony finally found Loki half an hour later, he was curled up on a couch in a department store.

'Loki.' Tony sighed, shaking his head slightly from side to side.

'I'm sorry for running off Stark' Loki whispered, and the sound of his words created a crack in Tony's heart.

It was the sound of the broken, of the helpless, of the people who had lost everything. It killed Tony on the inside, because he felt that even though Loki was able to help him get through last night, he couldn't help him get through five seconds.

'Don't apologise, when you said that you had issues of the mind or whatever you said, I should have asked.'

Loki flicked his eyes up to meet Tony's, and for the first time Tony saw the sadness that was usually hidden in those emerald eyes. It made Tony want to hold him until it left, until those eyes shone sarcasm again. But that wasn't their relationship, if Loki was in the right mind he would most likely get stabbed if he tried to hug him. He saw Loki curl up tighter and the next thing he knew he was next to him, wrapping his arms around Loki's shoulders.

'My family sent me away, they didn't want me anymore. They hated who I was so they sent me here to set me straight.' Loki said uncurling out of his ball and huddling up closer to Tony.

Tony hissed angrily, 'Fuck them.'

Loki laughed half-heartedly before whispering 'I'd rather fuck you.' In a very dark tone, that sent shivers down Tony's spine.

Tony's voice caught in his throat, making a very embarrassing squeaking noise, kind of like a mouse that had just had its tail stepped on.

This time Loki laughed with his whole body, and when Tony looked into his eyes he saw the sadness lingering, but slowly fading away. Tony was suddenly struck by how amazing Loki looked, his black hair slightly tousled, his eyes sparkling slightly with tears, his clothes crumpled.

Loki leaned in and crushed his lips against Tony's, but unlike their kisses that they had shared before that were fired by lust and were very fiery, this kiss was soft and filled with the longing to just be together. Tony's thoughts had turned to mush, and all he could think about was how much Pepper would kill him if she saw who he was kissing.

They were interrupted by a small cough and Tony ripped his head away and looked up at the security guard who was standing in front of them. He was a big, beefy man with a scrubby beard and pudgy nose. He looked like an average security guard, a very angry average security guard at that.

'Oh, hello.' Tony said, smiling up at the man who was glaring at both of them.

'I want none of that here thank you, this is a public place.'

Loki lent over and kissed Tony on the cheek.

'Is that okay?' He asked completely straight faced.

The guard stomped his foot.

'Alright that's it, I'm escorting you both to my office and having your parents pick you up.'

Loki and Tony laughed until they couldn't breathe, Loki's eyes were filled with tears again but this time with laughter.

'I don't see what's so funny.' The guard muttered, he had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot impatiently.

Tony broke his laughter with a sigh and took of his sunglasses. The guard gasped and took a swift step back with surprise, after all Tony's face was all over the news.

'I'm sorry, my parents are kind of unavailable.' Tony explained, sarcasm thick in his voice.

Loki could see that pain Tony was feeling from saying those words, but the guard didn't see it.

'Of course, I'm so sorry. I just didn't know that…' he trailed off and looked towards Loki, who raised his eyebrow.

'That I "swung that way" yeah whatever, it isn't comment knowledge. So I would love if you could keep quiet about the whole thing, I could even make it easier for you to say yes. I mean a job a security guard can't give you much money.' Tony winked and the guard nodded his head.

'Tell you what, I'll keep quiet if you just don't do that,' he pointed at Loki who's eyes were starting to turn murderous, 'in this place again. Understand?'

Tony nodded before the guard turned around and waddled off in a way that said 'I sit down on my butt all day'.

'I think that was a good queue to leave.' Loki breathed into Tony's ear as he sat back down on the couch again.

'But I just sat down!' Tony argued, even though he wanted to leave anyway.

'Yes you did, and you're just about to stand up. Anymore sitting down and you'll become like that security guard.'

'Are you calling me fat?'

'Maybe.'

'YOU ARE YOU'RE CALLING ME FAT, NO MILKSHAKE FOR YOU.'

Loki just laughed before standing up and dragging Tony with him, as Loki used his hand to motion to lead the way, Tony grabbed it and linked Loki's fingers with his.