Loki should have guessed Tony had two houses. One was near the north part of California, while Stark tower rested near the south part. Where they were headed was his northern house. Loki was uncomfortable, seated in Tony's leather seated convertible Ferrari, the wind nipping his skin and whipping his jet black hair behind him. His aching neck had to strain against the wind, which harmed his sliced neck even more than it normally would hurt.

The house was rather small compared to the Stark Tower, with only two stories. Tony got out of the car, heading up to the house and not waiting to see if Loki would follow. The God wanted to just dig a hole for himself and crawl in it, but he wouldn't show any signs of fear or doubt toward the billionaire, so he followed the man inside of the house.

The door opened up into the Living room, which contained a large black leather sofa, a glass coffee table, and a large flat screen on the other side of the wall. The walls were painted a soft blue with grey borders, and the red paintings of different objects (and one of iron man of course) contrasted beautifully with the paint.

Tony set his car keys and his house key on the counter table that started the threshold of the kitchen, and looked over at Loki, "Come with me." He stated. Loki shot a glance over at the man, "Don't tell me what to do." But he followed Tony nonetheless. The first floor seemed to travel on forever as they walked down the hallway leading to many rooms. "Why must you have two houses, Man of Iron?" Loki asked as he gazed into the rooms.

"Sometimes I'd like to be alone. This place is the only one I can think of." Tony replied, turning into the large bathroom fit for a king. Loki cocked an eyebrow when he entered, and stood uncomfortably next to the mirror while he watched Tony dig into the cabinets.

"What are you doing?" Loki asked hostility thick in his voice. His mind reeled. He was stupid to be here, in his enemies' house, standing in his bathroom, totally vulnerable. He made a step backward, hitting the side of the door in the process. Tony looked up after grabbing some Peroxide and bandages. "Loki, for the last time. You pose no threat to me, I will not pose a threat to you, and so you don't need to be nervous." He sounded annoyed, and Loki's eyebrows furrowed.

"Sit down." Tony stated, motioning toward the closed toilet seat. Loki shot a look at Tony, his eyes piercing through Tony's calm exterior. The billionaire looked down at Loki's shirt collar, "Please. I'm not trying to attack you or something. I just want you to sit down for my please."

"What are you going to do?" Loki hissed through his clenched teeth, his neck aching from the tension he put on his muscles. Tony showed him the bandages and the Peroxide, and motioned for him to sit. Loki sighed in defeat, sitting down and pulling the hood off of his head.

Loki pulled up a sleeve of his jacket, watching as Tony uncorked the peroxide bottle and trickled it along the throbbing cuts. Loki couldn't help but scream along, gritting his teeth in pain. Tony smirked, looking up at Loki's pain-filled eyes, "Wow, a God cries over a little Peroxide?"

"Sh-shut up Stark." Loki groaned, biting his tongue as he watched the peroxide drip into the scars. Tony then reached for the counter and grabbed the bandages, wrapping them tightly around Loki cut arm, trying to be as tender as he could be. Loki almost felt touched by how much Tony seemed to care about the most wanted man in the planet. "Why are you doing this?" Loki whispered, his voice thick with pain and sadness.

Tony didn't look up at the harmed God, but tied off the bandage and sat back for a moment. "Loki. I've said this too many times, I'm not saying it again…" He took a moment of silence to look Loki up and down, which made the God turn red. "Be honest with me…anywhere else you've…harmed yourself?"

Loki felt his arms shake as he carefully pulled up his other sleeve to show a couple of slits in his wrist and unzipped his jacket completely open to expose his sliced and red throat. He felt exposed to this man, and wanted to crawl up in himself and disappear. Tony's face when he saw the self-inflicted wounds made Loki want to leave just then. Pity was in those eyes. Those…those caring eyes.

Loki felt his eyes gather tears. "You shouldn't be helping me…" He whispered as Tony started to clean and bandage the other arm. Tony didn't answer, just sighed softly as he tied off the bandage and looked over at Loki's stretched out neck. For some reason…the way Loki stretched out his neck turned the billionaire on. It made his mind reel and his stomach churn. He looked like, instead of waiting for to be healed by the billionaire, he wanted him to take advantage of him. Tony had to hold himself back from licking his lips.

Tony awkwardly moved to the side of the toilet seat, trying to get as close to Loki's neck as he could while he dabbed the Peroxide bottle with a cotton swab. "Keep still for me." He whispered, dabbing the scar with the drenched cotton swab. Tony felt Loki's Adam's apple bob as he gulped and held his breath. Tony could feel Loki's muscles tense as Tony delicately worked on fixing him.

When Tony finished Loki's neck, he leaned back on the linoleum floor, "Keep bandages off of your neck, and keep the jacket off of it, too. It needs time to heal…" He put the supplies away as Loki sat up and went to zip up his jacket to conceal his body again. He'd been waiting to cover himself back up to hide from this man.

"Is that all of the scars?" Tony asked softly, closing the cabinet and turning to Loki. Loki smirked, chuckling shortly before he stood up himself, rubbing his bandaged wrists. "If you could heal my emotional trauma, the screams in my nightmares, etc. then be my guest." He had said too much, and he looked up at Tony in shock and shame.

"You can't sleep?" Tony asked, his eyebrow cocked. Loki looked away in shame. "It's nothing- I shouldn't have said anything. I…I should be going." Loki stammered, heading out of the bathroom in haste. Tony followed after him, "Loki."

The God turned behind him, catching the billionaire's eyes. Tony took off his glasses, rubbing them with his shirt, "If you…if you need anything else, you can come to me. Trust me; I'm not all that bad of a guy." He stated a smirk plastering on his face.

Loki suddenly smiled back at the man, "I'll consider it, mortal." He spat. With a wave of his hand, he disappeared from Tony's house. The billionaire stood in the emptiness, the feeling of Loki still around him for a moment longer. He just opened a door of Loki's personal life he should have left closed but…deep inside him wanted to be involved and…and to help in some way.

He rubbed his temples in confusion. This was a bad idea, talking to this wanted man was a horrible idea…but the feeling he had felt when Loki opened himself to him in the bathroom…trusted him…was something more than just a friendship. If he was crazy like everyone thought, he would have believed he was developing feelings for the God of Mischief and Lies…

No…No that's not right. It couldn't be.

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Later that night, Tony was asleep in his northern house when he heard the window to his bedroom open with a billow of cold night air. He woke up with a shiver, turning to the open window and groaning. He wasn't a very friendly person when he was tired, and with many curse words to assist him, he got up and closed the open window.

That was when he felt someone in the room with him. The glow from his arc reactor lit his path as he turned around to view his dimmed bedroom. Although it was hard to tell, he did detect a shadowed figure by his bedroom door, and Tony backed up to the dresser to grab his gun. "Who are you…what are you doing in my house." He hollered at the shadow.

The shadow created footsteps as it slowly came out from the shadows and into the glow of Tony's arc reactor. It was Loki.

"What the- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Tony exclaimed, calming his muscles and putting the gun back on top of the dresser.

"I've been thinking…" Loki said, his hands behind his back in a non-threatening stance. "When you told me earlier about…if you could help me with anything…and I said I would consider it?" Tony nodded slowly, staring at Loki still in shock that he decided to drop by at 3:00 a.m.

"I need you to do something for me…" Loki started shyly, looking down as he advanced on Tony. The billionaire felt his body tense in doubt, and his hand snaked toward the gun again. "What is it, Loki?"

Before Tony could tell what was happening, Loki was a couple inches in front of him, his arms snaked around his waist and he felt his glowing chest be pressed to Loki's soft cotton black shirt. Tony was in too much shock to react to this sudden act, and he just stood there, not hugging back for a long moment.

"Can you please…hold me Tony? I haven't felt anything close to comfort in all of my life…I thought maybe you could help me at least a little…" Loki whispered into his shoulder. Tony felt his warm breath cascade over his shoulder, yet he shivered. To Loki's pleasure, Tony didn't reject and snaked his arms around Loki's waist as well. "L-Loki…what made you-?"

"Man of Iron, hugging must not have conversation in it as well." Loki hissed softly, his arms becoming firmer around his torso. Tony gasped, and held onto Loki as well, not letting go. Tony felt the God's head nuzzle into Tony's neck, and he didn't object…

No, he didn't object at all…in fact…the feeling came back from earlier…and Tony loved it.