Wow, sorry this took so long guys! Been super busy, have a poorly baby and suffered a little writers block! If you could leave a comment with what you think might happen, you may ignite a few more ideas! Or if you just have a general comment about where you think this should go, let me know! Look forward to hearing from y'all, you're all awesome. SuzukiLi x

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Loki had collapsed on the floor of Tony's workshop, blood still spilling from his lips, his unfocused eyes still fading into various colours, his body completely still.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Tony muttered, wiping desperately at Loki's bloodied face. "The one time I need you Hela..."

All of a sudden his sense washed back into him and he sprang up onto his feet. "JARVIS!"

"Yes sir?"

"Is Bruce awake?"

"Yes sir."

"Get him here now."

"Right away sir."

Tony dropped back too his knees beside the fading god, for once in his life, not knowing what he was going to do. Hela would kill him. Slowly, painfully and mercilessly. And, being that she was the goddess of death, she would probably ressurect him just so Thor could kill him too.

"Loki," Tony whispered desperately, giving the god a weak shake on the shoulder. The quaint beeping of a code being punched into the door alerted Tony to Bruce's arrival and he spun around wild eyed, face spattered with Loki's blood.

"Well... uh, wow. What did you do to him?" Bruce asked, stepping over and kneeling down beside Tony. Tony fixed him with a nervous stare.

"This is what she was talking about. Hela. This is what she meant when she said she could not speak of what was coming. Loki tried to warn me, and this happened. Dude... this is serious. I mean... fuck."

"Should we get Thor? I mean uh... he might... know something."

"Dude, this is magic that even Loki can't control. Loki."

Bruce let out a very long, very tired sigh.

"Then what are we going to do?"

"I dunno, you're the doctor."

"I'm not that kinda doctor..."

Tony could do nothing but watch as Loki heaved in shaking breaths, his entire body trembling and wincing in pain.

"We can't let him die... I mean, he's a dick, but c'mon."

"I think, I think maybe we just have to wait it out. I mean, his body language is not that different to how it is when he's having those night terrors. I think... I hope that it will just stop."

The two scientists could only watch Loki in fascinated horror, those thin quivering lips mumbling incoherently as his mind was no longer his.

"Do you think we should get Hela? Or Thor?" Bruce asked, still squatting next to Loki's head.

"No, lets just uh... lets just see what happens," Tony mumbled, pressing the back of his hand too Loki's forehead. He was freezing, so cold that it burnt Tony's skin. Frost Giant, Tony remembered, and wrote it off, choosing instead now to focus on the fact Loki was completely still, eyes staring emptily up at the ceiling, breath's so small that they could barely see the rise and fall of his chest.

"They're green again," Bruce observed, waving a hand infront of Loki's eyes. They remained as they were, glassy and unfocused.

"Loki?" Tony asked tentatively, and both himself and Bruce fell back onto their behinds as Loki sat bolt up right. He gasped, as if he had been holding his breath and looked around madly, his eyes finally locking onto Tony and Bruce.

"Where am I?"

"Uh..."

"In my workshop... you OK?"

A mixture of pain and embarrassment crossed Loki's features and he glanced down at the floor, his hands folded in his lap. Tony stared down at him, torn feelings flooding through him. He didn't want to feel sympathetic towards him. He did, kinda destroy new york.

But you are kinda fucking his daughter...

"Uh... Do you need anything?" Tony found himself asking, mentally slapping himself as he squatted down beside the God. Loki remained quiet, the fear still building in his eyes as he thought about what he wanted to say, but was too frightened to voice.

"Uh, perhaps a walk?" Bruce added and Loki's eyes shot up too him with a small nod. Bruce and Tony heaved him by his arms and held him stable as he shakily took steps towards the door that led outside. The moment the cool rain hit Loki's skin, his lips parted in a content sigh and he closed his eyes, his skin absorbing the moisture.

"I will be fine now... thankyou." he said quietly, and he looked to the sky with an almost well hidden fearful glance.

"You uh... don't feel like explaining what just happened?" Bruce tried, trying to keep his tone as light as possible as Loki turned to him with an unreadable expression.

"I'm not entirely sure if I can," he mumbled, and he rested a hand on his tender stomach.

"Well in that case, you should get washed up, before Hela sees you," Tony said, pointing to the blood that had poured down Loki's front and still dripped from his chin. Loki scoffed, and with a flick of his wrist the blood vanished, leaving him as pristine and immaculate as he always looked. He gingerly rubbed his fingers around his wrists and Tony noticed the veins under his skin were a deep violet, a lot like the rash he would get when he had the palladium poisoning. Without any warning, Loki vanished, not even in a puff of smoke. Just vanished.

"Yeah uh... perhaps we should go talk to goldilocks."