TITLE: a study in idiot {act v;arrow to the everything, idiot}
AUTHOR: Pepperrrr
RATING: T
PAIRING: Tony Stark & Loki Laufeyson
WARNINGS: angst?, blood lots of it, weak loki, helpful good boy tony, this one is way longer than the others hooraaay, loki being reduced to calling tony 'tony', he recuperates quickly though, maybe i suck at writing this pairing idek sorry
P.O.V: Third person.
DATE WRITTEN: October 8th 2012 3:02 PM
SUMMARY: "You're my idiot and I loathe you dearly."
AUTHOR NOTES: Hawkeye would totally pump Loki full of arrows if he saw him, js.
INTRODUCTION: Idiot. The word idiot is used to imply that one is stupid, daft or dumb. Some people use it as a term of endearment. Loki is one of those people. He uses the word idiot as freely as Tony drinks.
This is a collection of times Loki called Tony 'Idiot'.
Sleepy Tony. Late night, maybe early morning. And an always vigilant AI. "Sir, there is someone in the living room." JARVIS said as Tony was waking.
And it was way too fucking early to be randomly waking up. Tony sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes.
"What- oh uh thanks JARVIS." Tony muttered, then he straightened. "Hostile or-"
"A non-hostile, for the most part." What for the most part what even ugh whatever.
"Thanks again JARVIS." The inventor groaned and he stood, pulling some pants and a bit-too-big long-sleeved shirt on. He stretched and padded in the direction of the living room.
It was dark, save for a muted light outside of the large window coming through the carelessly pulled curtains and his own chest. Stupid chest stupid shrapnel fucking stupid. He squinted a bit and looked around until he saw someone slumped over the bar, and he heard a slight drip drip drip sound. What. What even.
He made his way over, and he saw extended bits of skinny darkness protruding from the dark person shape. Upon closer inspection, they were arrows. And his Loki had been turned into a fucking porcupine. "Shit." Tony breathed, and Loki didn't stir.
He put a hand on Loki's arm. "Loki.." He called softly, and Loki did move then. He picked his head up a little, and said something that was too breathy and thick and wet for Tony to understand. He shuffled a bit and all of a sudden, he was draped over Tony, his forehead pressed to his shoulder.
The god then hissed and stumbled away, and Tony knew that he had pushed the arrows further by doing that. "Loki what the fuck did-" The hero started, before his face drowned in realization. Hawkeye. Shitfuck.
"JARVIS, lights! 67% please." Tony called and JARVIS complied with a 'yes sir' and a decent wash of light. Tony sucked in a shocked breath at the damage that he saw on Loki. The drip drip drip had been Loki's blood drooling from his mouth, and from his wounds, which were plenty. Cuts and scrapes and of course, fucking arrows everywhere.
Okay they weren't everywhere, but they were enough that Loki was in visible distress. And Tony didn't like that. He rushed forward and grabbed Loki's upper arm, directing him toward one of the arm chairs. Loki complied immediately, and that's when Tony was in full-on worry mode. Loki sat slumped in the chair, being smart and trying not to further disturb the arrows in his back.
Tony kneeled in front of the god, and no he did not miss the weary smirk that bloomed on his pale face. Fucking shut up Loki. But then when Tony looked again, his face had straightened, and Tony gulped. Loki took in a shuddering breath.
"Help me Tony.."
He whispered, blood falling from his mouth again as he spoke and Tony paled. Shit, Loki was too fucked up for words. He could hardy breathe as he looked up into murky green eyes, dulled with pain. The hero gulped again and braced himself, shoulders a bit higher, hands strong and waiting as they lingered at the lowest arrow, the lower side of Loki's stomach. One hand went right to Loki's hip but was met with a jean material and cotton.
Not leather or metal. He looked against at Loki and gathered that he changed his clothes out of fucking nowhere to help with the process. Maybe that was the reason. You could never be sure with the god of mischief, lies, chaos, and massive amounts of devil children.
Which Tony knew about by the way thank you very much. Tony squeezed Loki's hip and put a hand on the arrow he was starting with. "Okay Reindeer Games, this is gonna hurt." Tony warned.
"It already hurts, idiot."
Loki hissed weakly, eyes wet and fiercely green. Tony shook his head and shushed him, pulling on the arrow with one hand and sneaking the other under Loki's shirt to clutch to his cool, exposed hip. The god twitched and tensed. "Hah.." Loki whimpered as the arrow was tugged at and simultaneously one of his favourite spots was finally touched.
He bit his lip to prevent any more embarrassing sounds, and Tony murmured a soft apology, his free hand going from hip to thigh. He squeezed and Loki wanted to give him a fierce talking to about his unabashed shows of affection. But he did take great comfort in Tony's tendency to touch and touch and touch. He also took great comfort in the arrow finally coming free of his body, and he sighed, though it hurt even worse than it did before. Tony went to the next one up, and Loki tensed again.
After an hour, all the arrows were gone from Loki's body and Tony was wiping his bloody as all hell hands on his bloody as all hell jeans. Loki was staring down at him, back against the chair and head lolled a bit to one side, his eyes half lidded and lightening in colour very slowly, though his pupils stayed dilated. He watched Tony carefully as he brushed arrows out of his way. Why was Loki even full of arrows anyway god damnit Clint is no idiot. Loki chuckled lowly and Tony looked up at him, still settled on the floor in front of the god.
"But you are." He said, voice like sandpaper with a side covered in velvet. Tony wasn't fazed by being called an idiot, but he was fazed by Loki reading his thoughts randomly. The inventor stood and bent down, sitting with one knee pressed between Loki's long legs, one hand pressed to Loki's non-injured shoulder, the other up in long black hair. Loki's head fell back and Tony almost kissed him when he felt a hand slide up against the back of his neck.
"You're my idiot and I loathe you dearly."
HEY GUYS if you've read all the chapters so far fUCK YOU no just kidding that was just the first thing that came to my mind and i thought it was funny gehehe sorry omg
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