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Loki took a step out of his bedroom, the paint roller grasped tight in his hand as he looked around, his jeans and a black t-shirt splattered with paint. The white walls had been painted a muted green. New dark wooden chairs and a matching elegant coffee table were in pushed together into the center of the room.
"This one." Tony pointed to one of the numerous paint chips lain on the floor. "This is you." He said and went back to trying to push Natasha's hair into a ponytail as she slept on his lap.
Loki smiled and dropped the roller into the small tray of paint and went back in, sitting down on one of the plastic cover chairs and looked around at his slowly changing room.
"For the furniture look for something that says elegant, but… mysterious and sexy." Tony said and smirked when he saw the confused on Loki's face. "Think like a retired pimp." He chuckled as he avoided a smack on the head from Loki and Natasha groaned on his lap. Tony smiled at him. "No, but seriously, something fancy looking." He hummed.
He smiled at the memory and he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. He had been talking to Tony too much in the past month, both of them making theories of who he was and what he liked, as if he was another person. Sometimes he thought he was playing too much on Tony's delusion, but as he looked around again, everything there felt right, felt like him. He stood and walked over to the small trunk of books that was now at the edge of his bed and took out one of the ones that Tony had recommended, the Collected Works of Shakespeare, the spine of the book already broken in from how often Loki read it.
He went out to the living room and stretched out on his couch before beginning to read but his mind quickly shifted to Stark again. Loki let the book rest on his chest and closed his eyes as he thought about one of their conversations when the others had been in the main room and Tony had been alone in his room.
Tony glanced as Loki came in and he smiled a bit. "Sit." He said and glanced to the edge of his bed. Loki smirked but sat down.
"Last I knew, I was the one giving the orders… why are you alone here?" He asked and reached over to push Tony's hair out of his eyes. "Remind me to bring some scissors so we can cut your hair." He hummed.
Tony closed his eyes at the touch. "Aside from you, I am alone here." He said, as if Loki should have known. "…You know…" he hummed as Loki kept running his hand through his hair. "I wish you had accepted that drink the first time I offered it."
Loki wasn't thinking, just focusing on how Tony's eyes looked into his, and nodded. "Me too." He said and felt bad when he saw Tony's eyes lit up. "…I just wish I could remember it more." He said, not wanting him to get too excited. Tony sighed.
"You will." He said, clearly believing it. "You're in there somewhere." Loki took his hand back and Tony grabbed it. "Try, yeah?" He whispered.
Loki sighed, remembering how he had nodded like an idiot. How he was still considering this was incredible. There was something going on, there was no denying that, but it wasn't that he was some Norse god that had lost his memory. He had looked up the Avengers and every other name that Tony had given him of each member but he couldn't come up with anything.
And yet… Loki wanted to believe it, he wanted to remember this, if even just so Tony would smile at him and he could feel like he had made him proud somehow.
For some reason, Loki wanted that. He wanted to feel like he had met someone's expectations, hadn't let them down, like he sometimes felt when Thor looked at him with those big, sad, blue eyes. Most of them looked at him like that now, like he had somehow let them down and at the same time met all their expectations as a failure. The feeling left a bitter taste in his mouth and at the same time it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling.
Tony felt Clint's fist collide with his face before he saw it coming and hissed as the blood ran down his face. "Why would you say that?" Clint screamed and pinned Tony down, his fist poised for another hit before he got distracted by Bruce crying again. Tony tossed him off and kicked him in the side.
"All I asked was if he was hurt from last night!" he hissed as Clint went back to wrap his arms around Bruce and let the man cry into his chest. "Fuck you." He muttered and wiped the blood off his face, walking back towards his room. Loki was late, and it was setting him on edge. He pulled his legs to his chest and just sat there, slamming his fist into the same spot on the wall that now featured a large crater. Loki usually made him feel better about it, letting their happiness get to him like this. He glared at the ground but looked up as Steve stumbled into the room, practically dragging Natasha on her knees. He rushed to them but Steve held his hand up to stop him as he tried to get his thoughts straights.
"Fury in the room…with Thor." He managed and sat down by Natasha, not bothering to try to make it to Tony's bed, too drugged to even think that far. Tony frowned and ran towards the room, glaring at the guards that stood at the door.
"What does he want?" He asked them and they ignored him. "Too low down on the rank to know?" he asked them and he saw a few of their hands twitch to grab for their batons or guns. He saw one boy he didn't know and moved close to him. "You're new" he hummed as he saw the lack of gun. "Well, welcome to SHIELD, where you thought you'd be doing good but you're a guard at a psych ward where they rape their fake patien-"he groaned as one of the other guards hit him in the stomach but he caught the look of horror on the man's face before he was hit over the head and dropped to the ground.
"Hey!" Loki hissed and ran to Tony before the guard could hit him again. They looked at him in shock, clearly not expecting him to get there as fast as he did. "Tony" he said in a bit of panic as the man didn't move. "Tony… answer me." He set Tony's head on the ground and leaned down to but his head on his chest. He was startled as he heard the soft whirring again but sighed at the soft beat of his heart. "You brut!" Loki yelled up at the guard "He wasn't doing anything!" he held Tony close to him. The door opened and Loki looked up at Fury. "Fury!" he breathed. "Do you see what this idiot did?" he demanded, he was shaking and his eyes were tearing up out of rage.
Fury looked down at them and then at the guard. "I'll talk to you later" he said. "Loki, just try to get Tony back to his room…" He looked at him curiously. "You can stay with him for a few hours until he wakes up." He muttered and walked out, taking the guards with him. Loki glared at the ground quietly, still shaking in rage, until a hand touched his shoulder.
"It's okay." Thor said and leaned down to pick Tony up and put him over his shoulder.
"Be careful with him." Loki said sharply and took Thor's hand as the other pulled him up. "Those idiots." He muttered as they walked back to Tony's room and helped Thor set him down on the bed.
Thor watched him as he moved Tony's head to lie on his lap and ran his hands through his hair. "He'll be okay." Thor said gently and sat near them. "You've grown close with him." He said softly. Loki didn't look at him, just rubbed the back of Tony's head where he felt a bump forming.
"I suppose." He said softly. "He's the only person who really makes any sense to me right now." He told him, his eyes staying on Tony. "You and the others want me to be something I'm not… but at the same time I feel lost with who I think I am." He muttered. "Don't listen to me." He said when Thor didn't answer him. "I'm just stressed and sleep deprived." He looked at him, the same safe smile on his face. "Steve and Natasha were falling asleep on the couch, you should go with them. We'll be okay." He said.
Thor nodded and stood. He walked out and took a last look at them, as Loki's dropped his act, his eyes showing the real fear he felt, and closed the door. He walked towards the common area slowly, Fury's words echoed in his head over and over.
"Loki's memory is bound to come back at some point; you and the others are responsible for that." Fury sighed. "When it does, we will have no choice but to kill him." He raised his gun to Thor as the other moved to attack him. "Let me speak." He said sternly. "We'll have no choice… unless you leave with him, back to Asgard." He sighed.
Thor frowned. "Why hasn't my father come for us already?" he asked.
"Because he knows we'll kill you if he came down" Fury said. "He struck up a deal, if we spare you and Loki, Asgardians will never set foot on earth again."