Tony had less that two seconds to react and he sure as hell didn't spend them wisely. Instead of acting like any sensible person, who would have probably rushed to his suit, he merely rolled over so that the lower half of his body was protected under his workbench.

The rubble from the ceiling fell and dust spewed everywhere. He jerked out of the way of several large objects hurtling towards his head (probably some piping) and covered his mouth. Dazed, Tony clutched the paper clip close to his arc reactor with his other hand It was still safe; for a moment it was his world.

But then a large, dark, greasy figure came through the gaping hole in the ceiling with a crash. It tumbled and rolled right on top of Tony. The man's head was covered with some rough cloth, with maybe a texture of an old fashioned potato sack. The heavy musky scent of a man's body odor filled his nostrils and Tony realized whatever came into his house was...a man! He was a master at deducing once he got the healthy scent of sweat up his nose.

The low pain-groan he heard from the figure on top of him confirmed his assumption. With a heave that screamed he was done with shit for the day, he attempted to move the man off his face. It took several tries, but he managed to roll the body off him and to the side. The iron man pocketed his precious paper clip before climbing from under the bench and slowly standing up to survey the damage.

Oh, it wasn't good. He could see New York's night sky in the hole above. Some of his projects were damaged from the ceiling crap falling out. The good thing was that his truly important things-like his suits- were relatively fine.

Next, he turned his attention, reluctantly, to the new man.

Sprawled on his stomach, the stranger had greasy long hair covering his face. Tony's eyes trailed down to observe his outfit. The rough green tunic, which was what was pressed against his face earlier, hung loose off the stranger's frame. The pants on him were ripped and he was barefoot. Fresh blood was seeping out various gashes and cuts all along the visible skin. Wonderful.

"Hey, free loader. I'm sorry but there's no room up for rent here and only ladies are free. You're gonna' have to leave." Tony said.

After a moment of silence, he dared to kick the mysterious man on his side.

"Hello?" he tried again.

No answer. Another kick. Another.

"Alright, I guess you're unconscious." he mumbled and internally rolled his eyes. Nope, man falls through his roof. Why the hell would he still be conscious? Genius.

The iron man resolved to simply drag the free loader out of the room. He grabbed his legs, and started pulling him towards the exit. In the process, the man's hair shifted. Curious, Tony stopped what he was doing.

"Hey, you're hair's trying to crawl away."

No answer.

"I'll fix it for you." he said, bent down, and swiped the black off the man's face.

It was Loki.

"Pepper! Pepper! I need your help," Tony said, his tone full of panic. The stark phone he had pressed against his ear was trembling.

"Stark, it's two in the morning."

Tony recoiled when he heard her use his last name. He would never get used to it.

"Pepper, I need your help-"

"You're drunk, Stark. Remember last time you called me like this?"

Oh yes, he did remember. A few weeks ago he had called Pepper in the middle of the night asking for 'help'. In his defense he was drunk out his mind and that pack of ketchup was hard to open. He couldn't even stand straight.

"Yes, Pepper, but this time I know I'm not drunk and I need your help! A-"

"How many glasses have you had tonight?"

"What? No Pepper, not now-"

"How many Anthony?"

"Two."

"Tony."

"Fine, I lost track after that." he ran his hand through his hair.

"Exactly. Tony, everything is fine. Now, if you're really that worried over ketchup, just calm down. Think and do what you think is right, okay? Approach it with caution, grab the corner of it, and gently open it. Good?"

Tony took two breaths before nodding. Then he remembered she couldn't see him.

"Thank you Pepper." he breathed. The two exchanged clipped "byes" and the iron man readied himself to handle Loki. Well, he readied as best as he could as he didn't know why the hell the norse god was in his tower in the first place.

Tony Stark was a smartass. That was just the cold hard truth. It was written right into his personality and even when his intentions are good, his snark still tainted it.

If this was a movie, the cue for a dramatic montage would come in right here. It would show the quick ten minutes Tony took to lay Loki out in the living room, him running away as soon as he set him down, and then him running to get his "supplies". He wasn't sure what was going on, the alcohol was effecting his brain, and he wasn't sure what he was doing. He grabbed a tool bucket and loaded it down with medical supplies. Pliers and tweezers were added. He even threw in a mini saw.

JARVIS put on more teeny bopper tunes for Tony's preparation. Despite his master's protests, JARVIS even had the nerve to turn the volume up.

After Tony finished loading his last supplies (staplers, cookies, and his bracelets), he was ready. It was time for him to wake the sleeping beast and find out what the heck was going on.

A/N: Wow! Thank you SO MUCH for the reviews, favs, and follows! I'm glad you like it.(:

Once again, OOC and sorry, also sorry for the cursing but it is Tony. Hope everything makes sense. Until next time!