I apologize in advance if Loki is a little bit OOC but he can be portrayed in so many different ways and it is hard for me to get into his mindset. And suggestions, tips, or ideas would be helpful.
Now edited because I was too lazy and impatient to do it before.

Not mine, never mine, usual disclaimers

As shocking as it had been to wake up and find Tony Stark hovering over him with something oddly similar to concern in the mortals warm brown eyes, the gruff gentleness the man retained after was even more so.

Stark had not pushed him to reveal the nature of his nightmare nor talk about it as Thor had loved to do. The man had not asked for an explanation of why he was here, why he was injured, or demand the answers the man believed Loki had. The mortal had been almost understanding and surprisingly quiet, only speaking in answer to Loki's questioning gaze. It was refreshing and confusing at the same time, so different than how he was raised.

As a small child he would often sneak into Thor's room to sleep, craving the safeness and physical comfort he couldn't find during the day. The only problem had been Thor's incessant questions on why Loki was there and what Loki's nightmare had been about, the questions counteracting the comfort of another living soul resting near him as the bad memories returned.

As the years passed, the safeness that Loki had initially associated with Thor disappeared and was replaced by a dull pain as Thor grew closer to his friends and fighting while Loki was left in the shadow. Loki quickly learned to hide his weaknesses, the main one being his affinity for magic, magic being known as a women's talent, and instead taught himself in private with the occasional help from Frigga and the royal library.

On Asgard his nightmares would be seen as more proof that he was unworthy of the title prince in the face of his golden brother, Thor. The Odinson wasn't even his true brother, only a man who had been raised along side him to hate frost giants and the Jötun race. In retrospect it was really only fitting that he was, in reality, a frost giant himself.

It appeared Midgard had a different view point than the Ãsier, if the mortal's reaction was anything to go by, or maybe Stark's reaction was as unique as the man himself.

The longer he thought about Stark and the tower that he now resided in, more and more memories of this place and the events that occurred here returned. Trickling in at a subdued pace, his memories of what had happened in the city during his previous visit ran through his mind like a play on fast forward. With each remembered word and action that his body, but not his mind, made Loki's curiosity in Stark, the Man of Iron, grew exponentially, as did his confusion on why this strange mortal did not consider Loki his enemy.

Stark had confronted him, unarmed, during his attack on the man's tower with no outward evidence of fear in the mortal's countenance. Even unarmed Stark had managed to evade the mind control technique that Loki himself had been unable to counteract and escape death when Loki had tossed him out of a window by use of a mechanical construct of his own making.

This peculiar mortal was obviously quite intelligent, further proven by his ability to create a sentient being out of mere computer coding (Loki was not nearly as ignorant about technology as Thor was and had actually understood some of what Stark had been saying when he had explained what the bodiless voice had been), but what did not make sense was why such an intelligent man would clean and bandage him after the damage he had done to this man and his home.

The excuse that the mortal needed answers that only Loki had the possibility of having was flimsy at best. The Chitauri had proven that you do not need a man to be coherent, much less comfortable, to draw an answer out of him. Surely Stark was itching for revenge, right? He would just have to ask when the man returned from his meeting. For now, Loki decided to test the boundaries and see where this JARVIS would allow him to go.

It took a suprising amount of effort to lever himself out of bed, his injuries combined with his exhaustion draining Loki more than he anticipated but, after he was standing on his own two feet, it was not long before he was outfitted in the garments Stark had left him and was out the door.

Just around the corner was the living room and bar, both places familiar from both his returning memories of his invasion and from his abrupt landing earlier. His blood was now absent from the floor just as the towels Loki vaguely remembered Stark tossing in a corner had vanished without a trace, the room was spotless and Loki was at a loss to explain how the mortal had done it.

It was blatantly obvious that Stark had not been the one that cleaned up the mess. It was far more likely that the human had gotten someone else to do it for him, but the blood and filthy towels would have raised questions even if you paid them a large sum of money. Stark didn't seem like the person that would risk another knowing important information when it could be kept secret nor did the man come off as a very trusting, despite how the idiot mortal had accepted him into his home. Perhaps this JARVIS Stark had described earlier had more capabilities than the man had previously alluded to.

Studiously ignoring the pain each movement sent as the clothing rubbed roughly against each laceration, Loki moved past the couches and television to the glass windows beyond. As he gazed out over the city the broken god wondered why, out of all the places in the galaxy, he had fallen here.

With slow, soft steps Loki made his way to the pane glass doors and pushed, half expected them to remain unmoved or for JARVIS to make a snide remark, but the panels slid open soundlessly and Loki stepped through without hesitation. The sounds of the city drifted upwards from the street below as Loki walked closer to the edge of the balcony, admiring the beginnings of a sunset over the skyline.

Midgard was such a fascinating place, so full of so many people and so much life that the realm was bursting with energy. For creatures with such short lives, the humans had managed to come quite far, constantly adapting themselves or their environment to suit their needs, but the lack of magic was almost disturbing to the god of chaos.

Long ago, when Loki and Thor were children, Odin had described to them the nine realms. Each realm had its own specialty, whether it be spell casting for the elves or metal work for the dwarves. There was always a certain degree of magic imbued into each and every being on each and every realm with the distinct exception of Midgard.

The realm of Midgard itself was odd as it was both part of the nine realms and not, a gateway between universes. From Midgard you could travel to any of the nine realms or leave the nine realms in a way that could not be done from any other realm, making it of key importance. Hence, Odin being content with Thor's recent title as Midgard's protector. The realm also housed the youngest and most ever changing race in the entirety of the nine realms, the only race that lacked magic. Or, at least, that is what Odin had claimed.

Loki could easily claim the title of most powerful mage of his time. From a young age he had been particularly sensitive to magic and energy and his magic unique and powerful, so he was not surprised when only he could feel the pulse of Midgard's core. Midgard was full of magic, life, and engery held just under the surface that only occasionally leaked through. There were also a significant amount of individuals that contained the potential core needed for magic, but it was never developed or used and the cores grew smaller as generations passed.

A conspicuous exception being Tony Stark, the eccentric man himself.

The mortal's magical core could have rivaled Loki's own when he was a child and unlearned in the arcane teachings, a matter of significance on its own, but on top of that the mortals magic was different. Where Loki's magic was naturally strong with illusions and deceptions; his title, god of lies, originating from his power; Stark's magic appeared to be enigmatic. The blue mass of power was constantly shifting and adapting, it's natural strength obviously residing in creation and creativity, and very rare. Almost as rare as the broiling green power that rested beneath Loki's own skin and covered his very bones. To let such potential go to waste was against all that Loki believed but to let the man who's motives remained unknown gain enough power to rival his own would be stupid and ignorant. However, so would ignoring it.

The raven haired man stood on the ledge of the roof as the last rays of light slid beneath the horizon and thought. He needed to determine what Stark wanted from him and why he was not searching for revenge and only answers. He needed to test the mortal and determine if this man was friend or foe or merely indifferent. He needed to understand the human's mind before he could make the choice of teaching Stark magic or not.

With this in mind, Loki turned his back to the bright night lights of New York and padded back inside, JARVIS not commenting once on his foray outside nor notifying him if Stark had returned from his meeting. After filling a glass with water, the god slowly made his way back to the nice room with a comfortable bed, noticing once again how exhausted he was and how much his injuries pained him. It occurred to him as he neared the door how much more it could hurt now if Stark had not helped him but the thought was pushed dimly away for later. Soon he would have to answers he needed.

When Loki reached the door it swung open soundlessly and without a touch, further revealing the extent to which Jarvis could control the world around him, but Loki stepped inside the room with little hesitation anyways. If the mortal had wanted to harm him he would have done so when he had first arrived. The room was pitch black but that did nothing to faze the god of mischief as he cautiously made his way over to the large bed in the center of the room.

When Loki reached the bed he became aware of a small sound filling the emptiness of the dark room and paused. The sound was faint but Loki was sure it was there, the sound so familiar but the name could not be placed. It was a small snuffling sound occasionally followed by a choked one with no noticeable pattern.

The raven haired man slid soundlessly over the carpet floor and stopped next to the bed on the right side where the sound was the strongest. As he got closer, Loki began to notice a soft blue glow similar to that of the tesseract that was muffled by the blankets but still faintly visible. And then Loki knew what the sound was.

"Stark. What are you doing in my bed?"

I can do this two different ways. The sound can be Tony crying or it can be Tony snoring, you choose. Write your choice in your review and the one that gets the most wins. If you think it can be something other than crying or snoring I am also open for suggestions but it would like to keep it between those two.

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