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Loki felt an unfamiliar warmth beside him. He groans softly as the soreness from his body returns slowly and forces him to keep still. He opens his eyes slowly, blinking back the dizziness threatening to take him back to a dark slumber. After his wave of dizziness fades, Loki moves his head a fraction to his left. He sees the soft blue glow of Tony's arch-reactor. Hs eyes widen and he glances upwards, seeing Tony's peacefully sleeping face Loki's breathing quickens. He thinks it's a new method of torture, and this one is instantly more painful than any weapons or tools that Fury could scar him with, so Loki tries to pull away from Tony, but realises that the sleeping man has him trapped in his arms. Loki's eyes fill with tears as he tries more desperately to get away. The sleeping billionaire is instantly awake and he looks down, his heart shattering at the look he sees in Loki's fearful eyes.
"Loki?" Tony asks, releasing the man in his arms, who doesn't waste a second to run to the farthest corner of the room to hide.
"Are you going to hurt me too?" He asks quietly, his voice hoarse from constant screaming.
Tony's eyes widen and he gets up off the bed, walking with his hands outstretched to try to show Loki he wasn't going to hurt him, Tony kneels down in front of the God and replies, "I would never hurt you."
Loki laughs dryly, "Funny, you didn't seem to mind so much when you shot me out a window and abandoned me to endless days of torture."
Tony looks down, guilt and heart-ache show on his features, "I-I'm sorry… But I never want to hurt you again. I managed to convince Fury to let me keep you here for a while so I can 'get information' out of you. Put Pepper helped me come up with a plan, there are no cameras, and all the audio SHEILD gets sent are sent by me personally by me, so we won't be disturbed." Brown eyes look up once more and meet green ones.
"Why should I trust you? "The owner of the eyes asks, "I called out for you literally every time Fury 'interrogated' me, but you never came! I even begged for you to kill me! Yes I lied to you, but you didn't even let me explain!" Loki half screams at Tony.
"They'll never hurt you again. I promise you on my life Loki, they will not be able to lay a finger on you." After a few sickeningly slow moments, Tony is falling backwards with the force of someone ramming into them. He lands on his ass, looking down he sees Loki clinging to him, tears streaming down the gods face and staining his pyjama shirt.
"I hugged myself every night pretending it was you…" Loki mumbles, "The anklet only knocked me out for the copter ride… I heard what you said in the elevator. I was too scared to believe it was you, so I managed to convince myself it was a trick SHEILD was playing on me… I needed to know it was really you."
Tony lifts Loki's face up to his and he kisses away the god's fallen tears. He then hesitantly presses his lips against Loki's. Tony is pleasantly surprised when Loki kisses back softly, so he deepens the kiss, suffocating on the need to be close to the pale man on top pf him.
Once they pull away, Tony asks quietly, "Do you want some breakfast?"
Loki nods once, allowing Tony to help him up. He leans on him, too weak to stay upright by himself.
"What did they feed you in there?" Tony asks, seeing the gods sickening physical condition properly for the first time. Loki's clothes hung off him like there was nothing underneath.
"Nothing." Came the simple, unemotional reply.
One in the kitchen, and Loki sat down, Tony starts making a protein shake and pancakes. Once finished he gives them to Loki.
"Ok, my plan works on the basis that I hate you, so when I get JARVIS to record our next conversation, I'm gonna be super mean and I'm sorry."
Loki nods, "Than so shall I… after all, you did break your promise."
"JAVIS," Tony calls, "Record conversation."
"Recording sir."
"Ok, I'm gonna start with simple questions ok asshole."
"Of course," Loki reply's. Tony's heart beat quickens, Loki is an unbelievable actor
"Why did you become a teacher?"
"I am a keen learner myself, so the opportunity to teach others was exciting to me. The mortal brain, especially the one of a younger mortal, can be a very complex thing. I liked the challenge that students brought to my classes. The fact that I taught my own mythology, while greatly entertaining, was totally a coincidence. The reactions, comments and questions my students brought were… refreshing."
"Where did you get the name Thomas Hemsworth from?"
Loki shrugged, wincing at the pain it brought him, "My brain."
"Hey, less of the sassiness shit face." Tony mouthed an apology.
"Shut up mortal. You're lucky I'm answering your silly questions at all considering you broke your promise and betrayed my trust."
Tony winced at the sincerity of that statement and moved on, "How many language can you speak?"
"All of them… give or take a few." Upon seeing the shock on Tony's face Loki added, "As a bored youth I had nothing better to do. Especially since this world has many different and unique languages."
"End RECORING."
"Recording ended sir."
"Send to Director Shit face please JARVIS."
"Sent."
"Director Shit face?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yea… I may have been a little drunk and pissed off when I put that as his name…"
"And you haven't thought to change it back?"
"I can't remember how… I programmed the thing when I was drunk, so I doubt it'll change anytime soon."
Loki flashed a mischievous grin, "Excellent."
"Tony…" Loki says hesitantly, looking down.
"Mmmmm." Tony replies, making more pancakes.
"I-I love you."
Tony freezes and turns to face Loki. He leans over the table separating them, and stops just as their noses brush.
"I love you too." He leans in, closing the gap between them Tony kisses Loki softly. Loki returns the kiss with equal gentleness. They pull away at the smell of burning, and Tony turns to see a very burnt pancake.
"God damn it. Why do you have to be so hot?" Tony complains as he puts the whole pan in the scrap metal.
"I don't know… Natural beauty I suppose." Loki replied with a shrug.
"I'm sorry I lied to you…"
"What?"
"You were right, I did break my promise and I'm sorry."
Loki laughs and stands on shaky legs, "I suppose I'm sorry for throwing you out a window…"
"I'm sorry for shooting you out a window."
"Oh shut up Stark."
Both men grin, and Loki sits back down to eat his pancakes. After one bite he looks up, "I'm sorry but I can't eat this."
"What?!" Tony exclaims, "My cooking isn't that bad!"
Loki shakes his head, "No! No it isn't that… I- I can't lift my arms… and my… I-I fear I may faint…" Just as he finishes the sentence, Loki's eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls. Tony's eyes widen and he catches the pale man before he hits the floor. Blood drips onto the white marble floor.
"Right," Tony mutters to himself, "The numerous torture wounds we forgot all about… Patch up first then pancakes."
Tony carries Loki bridal style down to the medical bay and gently places Loki on the large hospital bed. Tony begins his task by cleaning all of the wounds that defiled the god's body. The now semi-conscious god winced at the alcohol on his wounds, but stayed quiet. Afterwards, Tony used local anaesthetic to put the god under, while he carefully stitched up the larger slashes covering his back and stomach. It took Tony nearly two hours, but when the job was done, he felt incredibly proud of his craftsman ship. Loki was literally covered in stitches. Giving Loki some pain killers, Tony once again lifts and carries him bridal style to his (now their) bedroom. Placing his back on the bed, and allowing the God to sleep for a while.
It was another two hours before Loki awoke once again, but Tony had never left his side once… Apart from his one toilet break. Loki groaned and opened his eyes. He instantly looked for Tony. He smirked to himself as he sees Tony bent over the bed, his arms on Loki's legs and his head in his arms. Tony was fast asleep, snoring softly, and Loki couldn't resist running his fingers through Starks hair. Unfortunately, this woke Tony up, and Loki returned his hand to his own lap. Tony blinks and looks up at him. He billionaires face lights up when he sees Loki awake and well. He sits up and cracks his back with a satisfied sigh.
"How you feelin'?"
"Ok thank you…" Loki replies, "I'm sorry if I woke you."
"No, No it's fine. I'm glad you did actually, I need to talk to you about something."
"No." Loki says firmly, "Absolutely not. I shall not allow you to throw your life away for me Anthony Stark and that's final." Loki crosses his arms and stares at Tony sternly.
"I don't care!" Tony shouts angrily for what feels like the hundredth time, but in reality was only the first. Having this argument in his head countless times makes it feel like a hundred though. "The press can rub my name in the dirt, SHEILD can shun, disown and try to kill me for all I care! Without you I have no life Loki! You are the one thing I have in my life that makes it mean something, and I need to protect that… Can you not see that?"
Loki stays silent, averting his gaze from Tony's intense one.
"If our positions were reversed. What would you do?"
"The exact same thing." Loki reply's in a broken whisper. The god sighs, "Fine, we shall go through with your plan… I'm extremely selfish for allowing you to do this for me."
"No," Tony says cupping Loki's face in his hands, "You're human… Well not technically but you get my gist…" Tony shrugs and Loki chuckles.
"You are a strange mortal Tony Stark."
"That's why you love me so much." Tony sing sons as he kisses Loki to stop any farther debate.