AN: Yes, I am a fan of Fun. Well here you go.
Song No. 2: We Are Young.
Tony was tired. Among many other things right now, but the one feeling that just felt the strongest right now... was tired. He was at a club with his friends. And a year or so ago, he would have loved this. This was his element. But Tony just felt tired, and wanted to go home. All noise in the room faded and everything seemed to go in slow motion when he looked over at the bar. There sat Loki. Beautiful and amazing as ever. Tony felt a stab of guilt when he saw the dark circles and broken expression on the man's face as he drank away his troubles. Tony knew he had broken Loki's heart. He was the only person Loki had trusted and cared for. He had broken down several layers of armor that the god had built around him. Only to crush him. To say the truth, Tony hadn't gotten flat out drunk since the 'incident'. Every time he did, it just reminded him of that night. But he didn't want to think about that right now.
Some man kept talking to Loki, getting very close to him. Too close for Tony's liking. And apparently for Loki's as well. Loki weakly tried to push the strange man away, but the god had consumed enough alcohol to kill three humans. Tony's heart ached for Loki. He knew Loki would never forgive him for cheating on him, but the least he could do was make sure that he was okay. Tony walked up to the man, flashing him a charming smile and telling him to get lost. It took quite a bit of threatening-look-battling, but the man left. Loki looked up at Tony with tear filled eyes and tried to push him away in the same way he had the other man. Loki tried to stand up and walk away, but he ended up losing his balance and falling down in a faint.
Tony cradled Loki against his chest, carrying him down the sidewalk to his apartment. It was one in the morning, but the city that never sleeps was still buzzing with life. Tony's heart pounded as he looked down at Loki's sleeping face, placing a kiss to his forehead. He carried him ten blocks to the apartment, where Loki had been living since he left Tony. Tony fished in Loki's pocket for the key, bringing him inside and carrying Loki to his bedroom. Tony tucked Loki into bed. He took a moment to just stare down at his Loki.. no.. not his Loki. Not anymore. It took all the strength Tony had to tear himself away and walk out the door, locking it behind him so he couldn't return even if he wanted to. Which he knew he would.
AN: I apologize for the lack of dialogue in this little drabble. -sigh- I know... Angst... sorry, jeez.