TITLE: a study in idiot {act xviii; we're so star-crossed, idiot}
AUTHOR: Pepperrrr
RATING: PG-14? It's a bit severe
PAIRING: Tony Stark & Loki Laufeyson
WARNINGS: the usual past and present tense switches because i don't know what i'm ever doing ever, aNGST OKAY I'M SORRY AND THIS TOOK LONG TO FIGURE OUT AND I'M SO DEATHLY ILL AND WEIRD TONIGHT AND UGH SORRY IF THIS IS TOTAL SHIT BUT YOU GET A CHAPTER AND I COULDN'T NOT POST A NEW CHAPTER THAT WOULD JUST BE CRUEL, but this chapter is cru-el, blood, angst so bad, violence, oh man sorry if this seems rushed because it kind of is but yeah, here's your morbid sad feels, i'm so so so sorry why do i do this, loki'd, somehow fluff, etc.
P.O.V: Third person.
DATE WRITTEN: October 16th 2012 8:39 PM
SUMMARY: "Anthony.." He tried, eyes pained. "Anthony.. you idiot.. say something..call me a reindeer.. insult me for dawdling in getting to you.. anything.."
AUTHOR NOTES: wow i'm so tired and sick sorry bbs this took a while to get thought of but then i remembered that there is not enough angst in the frostiron fandom
(yeah right bitch)
and i remembered i picture i drew that was really depressing and this happened sorry
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'.
"Stark!" Desperate is the only way you can really describe Loki Laufeyson's voice as it echoes through ruins and past the bodies of the wounded and dead and dying. He walked past enemies and the few obscure allies and the innocent civilians and Loki fleetingly wonders where the Avengers were. Why didn't they show up? Nevermind, they would have tried to take him out along with the other enemy.
Troublesome. He keeps thinking distracting things as he searches for Tony, who hasn't made an answering sound since he started yelling for him. After a while that seems like an eternity, he finds Tony, laying face-down against some sheet metal an other things that Loki doesn't care much about because Tony's laying on it and he won't move. "Stark!" The god cried, kneeling down and shaking his shoulder, dumbly hoping for a reaction.
He knew that he wouldn't get one. But no, no this wasn't the way it was supposed to end. Loki wanted nothing to do with this reality. So he constructed one in his mind where hey, Tony could still be alive. Loki pushed at Tony's shoulder until he was laid out on his back, silent and sleeping.
No.
(no loki)
Not sleeping, dead. Loki didn't want that. He took off the Iron Man's helmet, and stared hard at his face, his vision getting blurry as tears started forming quickly.
He patted his face, hoping to wake him. Rouse him from unconsciousness. The burning tears fell from his eyes, saltwater tracks down his pale and dirty cheeks. "Anthony.." He tried, eyes pained. "Anthony.. you idiot.. say something..call me a reindeer.. insult me for dawdling in getting to you.. anything.." Loki implores, sorrow drowning his words and his eyes, making it hard to see the dirty, cut up face of his asshole billionaire. Tony remained silent, eyes closed and face relaxed, yet Loki could tell there was still pain etched in his features.
It was very faint. The god's heart trembled and he trembled too, and his eyes ventured further down to his chest where the arc reactor no longer glowed. Loki's delusional fantasy crumbled and fell away at the dull blue and grey of
(what he thought was)
Tony's makeshift heart.
No. This wasn't fair. Loki's heart jolted and he was suddenly terrified. Because who knew how long Loki's life was going to be until it ended. And he couldn't go on like this why should he.
Loki gathered his wits and a dagger appeared in his left hand, while he took the arc reactor out of Tony's chest with the other. He proceeded to cut open his own chest, enough to where the reactor would fit just as it did for Tony. He pumped himself full of magic to keep himself alive until he was finished. Loki layed next to Tony, arc reactor snugly in his chest, and he cut his magic, leaving himself trembling and bleeding and dying
(no longer mentally or emotionally)
next to the dead hero. His mind started to reel. Tony, movies, pizza, shawarma, books. He breathed out a laugh as he remembered Romeo and Juliet, a story that he had read and said was foolish. His eyes slipped closed and he breathed out, and he succumbed to darkness.
Only to have his eyes fly open again, though he still only saw darkness. He blinked and there was a faint blue light. Loki turned his head. Beside him, Tony Stark was warm with life and sleep, but Loki still looked hard at his chest to make sure of the rise and fall. The god blinked in the darkness and saw his dream etched against his eyelids still, haunting and lingering.
He shifted himself close to Tony
(closer than before)
and buried his face in the mortal's throat, a pulse thrumming steadily against his lips. He let the soft thrum lull him back into a peaceful sleep.
He dreamt of Tony again, but this time his hands weren't shaking or slick with blood. Instead, they were linked with the mortal's hands. Loki had a lucid moment where he thought of doing that when he woke. Because why not?
"I love you, Anthony."