I am so sorry for the delay and I promise this story is not abandoned! I decided to take time to finish this chapter and the next before posting this one and then the next chapter I will post after I finish the one after that. It might take a while but I think it will work.
Now edited because I was too lazy and impatient to do it before.

Not mine, never mine, usual disclaimers

"JARVIS? How do I have an entire tower with my name on it and not have any clothes that could fit our new guest?" Tony grumbled as he rummaged through yet another drawer in search for something to fit his new house guest, Loki.

"I believe the lack of clothing that would be appropriate for your guest would be-"

"J, you know that was a rhetorical question."

"-however, there do appear to be some items you might find suitable in the closet to your right."

"Then why didn't you tell me that ten minutes ago?" Tony exclaimed even as a smile flickered faintly across his face. JARVIS might not be his first creation but he was probably the most advanced, only rivaled by the miniature arc reactor he had built in a cave. The best part was as JARVIS grew, Tony had inserted a code that allowed JARVIS to expand himself, the more emotion he seemed to express. JARVIS had become more than just some computer coding; he had become an assistant, watcher, confident, and friend.

Tony's AI was the only friend that had stayed with him through the years, through the good and the bad. Ms. Potts was gone for good and he didn't see Rhodey anymore, he was very involved with the military as War Machine or Iron Patriot as everyone else liked to call him.

Not that Tony would ever admit it but he was lonely, his only companions were his own creations and JARVIS who didn't really count as his creation because JARVIS had a self-made personality. For a while Tony had hoped that the Avengers could have stayed together so he could keep Bruce, another man of science, close and have someone to work with but the Avengers went their separate ways and Tony was left alone.

It did not take very long to find the clothes that JARVIS had commented on and the large black shirt and baggy grey sweatpants were quickly deemed perfect, or at least suitable, for the resident chaos god. After the items passed inspection, Tony began to make his way back to the room Loki was in, the one he used to share with Ms. Potts. He was in no hurry, the room bringing all of the painful memories to the forefront, and was just getting out of the elevator when JARVIS began to speak.

"Sir, I believe your guest is experiencing a night terror."

The announcement wasn't all that's surprising after seeing the result of what had been done to Loki but it did make Tony unconsciously quicken his steps despite his previous reluctance to let his memories make a reappearance. What was surprising was JARVIS's next comment that caused Tony to practically run into the room where Loki was.

"Your guest appears to be in danger of harming himself further, I would suggest you quicken your pace, sir."

Tony rushed into the room and froze for a moment when he heard Loki whimper softly, the sound so pained that it hurt Tony to hear it. The injured god was thrashing around in the sheets, as if he was trying to evade something or someone, but was unable to move much due to the was the sheets were tangled in such a way that prohibited movement and aggravated Loki's many injuries.

The first thing Tony did was toss the clothes onto a nearby chair and try and stop the god's thrashing and unwind the twisted sheets from where the were wrapped around Loki's legs and right arm, all the while whispering the black haired man's name in an attempt to wake him.

It surprised Tony how much he felt for this man, the one that had attacked New York, the one who had thrown him out of a window, the one who was a criminal, the one who everyone thought was dead. Of course, Tony knew that most or all of this was false and that Loki was under some kind of control that made him attack but what didn't make sense was why the god would go through so much trouble to help Thor and then fake his death.

It then served to reason that most or all of the injuries Loki had sustained were not from his imprisonment in Asgard but somewhere else, somewhere where someone, or something, was not fooled by the faked death that had fooled Thor. However, it was not extremely hard to trick the bulky blond, point break obviously held brawn higher than brain.

Poor Loki must have been a lonely scholar in the midst of warrior, an outcast but a genius, with a father that left him in the shadow of the golden boy that was his "older brother". His life had been a lie, never knowing that he had been adopted until it was too late.

The more he thought about it the more him and Loki had in common so he simply stopped thinking about it. The time to have a heart to heart with a not-dead not-villain would be when said not-villain was coherent and healed.

By the time Tony finally unwound the sheets from where they had been practically strangling Loki as well as irritating his injuries, he was almost shouting the god's name as he tried to wake him up. Eventually Tony gave up and wrapped himself around Loki's body to get him to stop moving as he rambled nonsense in the most comforting tone he could manage when holding onto a squirming god of mischief. Somewhere in the back of his mind Tony wondered what exactly happened to this man that caused so much damage.

Then, out of nowhere, Loki stopped. The inventor was stunned by how quickly the dark haired man went from a whimpering, thrashing mess to a good imitation of a statue. The god didn't even seem to be breathing, his thin and heavily bandaged chest barely rising and falling at all. On the up side Loki's eyes were open, if somewhat glazed and unseeing.

Tony slowly maneuvered himself away from the slowly awakening man and to the other end of the bed where he deemed it safe. He might know that Loki was not responsible for the attack on New York but someone was clearly after him for something and bitter enough to torture the man because of it. Whatever the god could have done to make anyone that angry couldn't possibly be good.

Besides, Loki was supposed to be the most powerful mage in the nine realms. Thor had told Tony stories upon stories of Loki's feats and tricks and Tony didn't think Thor had been lying in any of them which meant Loki was far more dangerous than he was the last time they had sort of met. Until Tony knew that Loki was not going to go crazy and magic him, he was going to make sure he stayed on the god's good side, at least until he forgot and got on his bad side just for the fun of it.

"You want to tell what that was all about?"

Yes, it was stupid question, and yes, Tony was an idiot for asking but it felt like the right thing to do. The inventor wasn't really expecting Loki to reply, after all he knew what his answer would be; he wouldn't give one.

It was no surprise when Loki remained silent and stared resolutely at the deep blue of the sheets as if they could reveal an answer. Tony would know, he had done it himself enough times when he had still had Ms. Potts as his CEO and girlfriend and she was angry at him for yet another something. Now she was gone.

Tony flopped onto his back at end of the bed and sighed. "I wouldn't either," Tony mumbled, recounting in his mind the first few times Ms. Potts had asked him the same question he had just asked Loki after he awoke from a nightmare. He had never answered, not once. He had remained silent for once, just like Loki was doing now.

What the inventor almost missed as he stared blankly at the ceiling while reminiscing was the odd look that Loki gave him, a look that was torn between surprise, confusion, fear, and reluctance. Only the god of chaos could pull off a look that drew from so many different, and possibly contrasting, emotions.

Luckily, Tony did catch a glimpse of the strange look when he glanced over to see how the silent man was doing. The near perfect quiet was slightly unnerving to the inventor, and he decided to fill the silence with words that would hopefully take away some of Loki's confusion.

"I already mentioned how you are probably the only person who has the answers I need, the answers I need so I can sleep at night and it's true. It started in this very room." Tony never took his eyes off the ceiling as he spoke, knowing that telling Loki about his nightmares was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had but right now he didn't really care. He was tired and his mouth ran even more when he was tired. Plus, who was Loki going to tell?

"My previous CEO and girlfriend hated how I was never able to sleep soundly through the night, how I would always go down to my lab and tinker so I wouldn't fall asleep and dream. I would stay up for days on end and work myself till I passed out in the hopes that I was too tired to dream. I still do that sometimes."

"So sorry to cut in, sir, but you have a meeting in fifteen minutes and your attendance is mandatory," JARVIS cut in at the pause. Without a glance backward at the mystified god of mischief, Tony dragged himself off the rumpled bed and to the door where he paused.

"I don't know when I'll be back but you can ask JARVIS anything you want. If you want to change your bandages there are more..." Tony paused and looked up at the ceiling for JARVIS's input.

"In the kitchen, sir," JARVIS interjected.

"In the kitchen. I found some clothes that might fit you, they are on that chair over there, and they are now yours."

Without another word the CEO of Stark Industries was out the door and on his way to a meeting where he would have to coerce the board members to see his opinion with his silver tongue, a surprisingly easy feat for how much Ms. Potts had complained about them, all the while pretending that his bone-deep weariness was not there at all.

Loki was left alone with his thoughts.

I really, really wish I had thought to write five or six chapters and then start posting them but I am an impatient person so that plan would never work. I love feedback of any kind but keep in mind this is my first Avengers story so the characters might be a little OOC. If they are, tell me, and I will try to fix them!

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