Tony doesn't question much of anything until Loki's eyes pop out of his head and roll neatly into his outstretched palm.
They'd just been eating breakfast, or maybe they'd been laying together in a bed under a warm square of sunlight.
Maybe they'd been holding hands?
Tony doesn't know.
He does know however, that eyes don't do that.
There is a virtual river of water pouring out of his empty sockets, crystal clear and salty as the sea.
Tony's gagging on it. He wants to talk to Loki. He wants to ask him what's happening or ask him to stop, but this thing with Loki's face and legs and neck and long slender hands is void.
Water pours down it's front and and it's filling the negative space faster than Tony can blink.
It's so salty that it pricks at his ankles like a thousand tiny thorns.
This nagging itch quickly turns to agony as the water rises.
Tony offhandedly wonders if he'll be dissolved.
"Loki!" He tries but there is no response. The green eyes held like a pair of dice in his hands glint like precious stones. Tony reaches for them and falls into the water. He braces himself on his hands and screams as the water begins to peel away layers of his skin. His muscles shine like old scars as his skin is sloughed off and falls away, faster and faster.
"Loki!" He screams and through the agony there's suddenly a soft touch on his lower back. It pierces the agony and chases it away.
"What do you dream of?"
Asks a soft familiar voice and Tony latches onto it, looking idly around for the bits and pieces of him floating in the water. He wants to gather them all before he leaves but they are rushing away on the torrent.
"You call for me. What do you dream of?"
When he opens his eyes to a beige ceiling and a hand skating against his naked back soothingly Tony immediately relaxes.
"That was not a rhetorical question. Tell me."
When his vision clears and he looks up into Loki's unpainted, beautiful, placidly smiling face Tony thinks that this really isn't how Loki killing him for being a fucked up coked up slut is supposed to go.
"I was...all of my parts they were...split up into pieces. Just kept falling."
Tony does not expect Loki to pale past his usual nearly deathly complexion and hold him in a bone crushing embrace.
"What else?"
"Space was endless. There was nothing but it and you and me, and water kept getting higher and then falling. I could see parts of me falling."
Loki is kissing him. His hair and his ear and his face and his neck and his chest, right over every last kiss shaped bruise left from the night before.
"Was I falling too?" He finally asks and Tony takes a second to bask in the buzz his kisses leave under his skin before answering.
"You were the only thing still, in the whole universe."
Tony feels something wet on the back of his neck and on his shoulder and the means that Loki must be crying.
Tony can't even imagine that.
"It's so boring when you're not there." Tony feels the hand with long plastic black claws crawl over his shoulder and dip briefly in the hollow made by his collar bones, like there's water there.
"What's boring?" He asks.
"Everything."
That hand is stretched across the center of his chest and Tony feels like a doll. That hand dwarfs him. How large and long Loki is momentarily floors Tony as those fingers start to tap an unknown rhythm into his flesh.
Suddenly a sharp feeling of cold blooms between Loki's hand and his chest.
Tony gasps.
"Can you feel that?"
"Yeah."
The lay in silence, both partaking in the centralized chill.
"Loki, what is that?"
"You mean, you don't know?"
"You're the one with an icicle for a hand, man! How am I supposed to know why you're suddenly coming in at thirty two degrees below zero?"
Loki moves his hand to touch Tony's face and it's burning hot. The cold still swirls on his skin, right over his heart.
"That's you, Tony."
Tony places his hand over the cold spot, and presses his palm into the knocking of his rapidly beating heart.
As fast as the cold comes it goes.
Tony turns his face against Loki's warm palm, nuzzling the skin and hiding his eyes.
"I knew there was a reason." Says Loki and for the first time Tony wishes that he'd stop talking. He nuzzles his palm. Unfortunately, Loki does not require his input to continue. Loki voices whatever thoughts he wants to whenever he wants to; no more and no less.
"I knew that there was a reason I noticed you, that night in LA."
Whatever is spinning behind Loki's eyes is vast and immense and terrifying and Tony wants to run from it.
"It's cuz I'm so gosh darn pretty." He says and Loki shakes his head with a fond smile before getting out of the bed. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to write a song. You're going back to sleep."
"But Lok-"
"If you do not get enough rest you'll be tetchy and I don't want to deal with that. Sleep."
"But-"
"And in the morning you're going to eat properly. And if I catch you in bed with any white powders you'll be very sorry, indeed."
"But mom-"
"Don't try my patience, Anthony."
As Loki essentially tucks him into bed Tony wonders if anyone else on planet earth has mood swings that turn them motherly.
The kiss Loki gives him is anything but motherly and Tony is halfway to insinuating his tongue between those dexterous lips when Loki pulls away.
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes burn liquid green and suddenly Tony can't breathe.
"Sleep." Says Loki and slips into the bathroom. Tony is too busy drifting back into unconsciousness to realize that Loki's left his Wendy in her case, by the door.
Loki does not write without his guitar.
FGS: STILL NOT OVER IT. ASDS;DKFJA;SLDKJF;ASLDKJFA;SLDFKJ;ASLDF
hulk: do not touch one hair on David Bowie's precious head ever. EVER. It won't change the fact that I suck, haha.
stormy: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I WOULD DIE EVERYWHERE. BOWIE. ON STAGE. IN THE SAME PLACE THAT I AM. I WOULD DIE.
Mama: A glorious day has dawned indeed. And I can dig it. I'm not even a mom and I always want to hug all of my favorite characters. Especially them bastards with the puppy eyes. Ugh.
Nev: dundun dundun dundundundundundundundun
Loki: Oh, it goes.
Sab: I do have plans, and those may or may not be in them. ;)
jen: haha. i can't help it. once i sang this cover of Heroes for youtube and in the intro i just look so smitten that it's ridiculous. Booowwwiiiieeeee
Impatient: I am both flattered and very sorry. I feel like even I got away from myself as of late.
Sorry guys. After the return of the The Thin White Duke a lot of shit happened. I started writing a novel, my band got back together, and I DISCOVERED A MAGICAL WORLD OF NOVEL LENGTH AU DESTIEL FIC! I AM TRAINING TO ADD TO THAT NUMBER. So, hoped you liked this and stuff. Plz don't hate me.