"I'm ready. JARVIS, I think I'm ready for this!"

Tony had drunk enough alcohol to last him well over a day. He actually figured, deep in some part of his mind, that he was even soaked in it. Along the way of guzzling down half his storage of expensive and strong drink, he poured some all over the place.

Now he was crouching a few feet away from the Norse god lying unconscious(?) on the floor. In Tony's hand was a large wooden stool, held precariously in front of him. He resembled one of those lion-tamers he saw on tv and in movies. The stool was his handy-dandy whip. The lion was a sleeping Loki. All Tony was missing from the picture was the confidence and gusto that came with the tamer. Though he had drunk to muffle his spiraling emotions, the fear and anxiety that came with dealing with Loki still stood.

He remembered that day when Loki brought havoc to New York quite vividly. It was an attack that still haunted his dreams. Sometimes he'd wake after being thrown out a window and into a black hole in space in his dreams. Or even he dreamt of his suit shutting off in space.

So no, he wasn't too keen he decided in his drunk mind. He really couldn't handle anything more unpleasant in his day but this needed to be done. With a quick breath and a drunken stumble, he moved just a few inches closer.

"Hello?" he said, extending the stool so that a leg poked the trickster. His unwelcome guest twitched in response, a pained moan escaping his lips.

Tony took that as a good sign, reached behind himself for the bucket of supplies, and pulled it closer. Then he sifted his attention back to the stool and jabbed Loki in his side this time.

"Hey! Wake up Bambi, you're bleeding on my floor!"

"Sir, would you like me to inform SHIELD of-" JARVIS quickly spoke up when this time Loki's arm moved.

The iron man flinched and stumbled, falling on his side, and the stool flew out his hands in the process. It hit Loki square in his ribs and this time, the villain actually opened his eyes along with another moan. However, Tony did not notice as he was preoccupied with resuming his former stance.

"No! Don't call Ferocious on me JARV!" Tony said.

Then he froze when his clouded brown gaze met Loki's intense green. It literally stole his breath away. Shivers and pine needles ran right down his spine and for a second his was right back to that moment where Loki grabbed him by the neck. He was back to the moment where he was brutally smashed into the window. And then, he remembered the air rushing around him, through his hair, the panic he felt back then.

And Tony did the most reasonable thing he could think of in his drunk off his ass state: assume the fetal position!

The movement was so abrupt that Loki himself recoiled, and his once neutral expression reflected Tony's fear. The two sat in silence for a while, their gazes still interlocked. It hadn't occurred to Tony to turn the other way in his position or to even get his suit. No, he didn't know what to do. So he did he best.

"H-hey Reindeer Games. I see you decided to drop by," Tony began, his voice slurred and shaky. He wasn't doing well, but he was trying.

Loki just stared back, waiting for something. Tony figured it was his unanswered question.

"Should I be returning you to a cell on Asgard or something?" he finally said.

That hit a nerve and Loki looked like he wanted to squirm. He shook his head quickly, looking just like a maniac. Oh wait, Tony drawled in his mind. He was one.

"I don't believe you. I don't think," Tony dared to uncoil himself. "But, I think I need to patch you up. I think."

He reached for his bucket when Loki didn't move, make a sound, or anything.

"So, uh, don't move! Don't try to kill me, okay? I got a suit and I'm not afraid to blast you in the face." As this was being said, Loki seemed to turn paler if that was even possible. He inched away again, clearly not trusting Tony to do anything to him. This should had registered as a white flag in Tony's mind, but his slurry thoughts weren't being too observant in that respect. The man of iron was still preoccupied with his own fear and distrust even when Loki didn't try to attack him when he stood up.

Tony then finally got to work on the "god" as best as any drunk could do. He cautiously cleaned each wound he could see. The only sounds Loki made were small hisses of pain and the only movement he had were flinches. After Tony got into the groove of things, and minutes passed, both parties seemed to relax some.

"Just calm down," Tony kept mumbling to himself and Loki was very puzzled. He supposed it was just something the man of iron did while intoxicated.

Loki had calmed down considerably considering the moment he "woke up" he was scared out his mind Tony Stark would take revenge upon him. He dreaded the first blow and made sure not to close his eyes in case the mortal tried something.

However the blows never came; instead the stench of alcohol wafted off the drunkard's skin. After seeing Stark wasn't much of an angry drunk (it was a surprise to see him in the fetal position), he allowed the man to help his injuries.

As far as he knew, Stark was not a threat as long as he was still in such a state. He couldn't vouch for that thin security though when Stark was sober though. And that was something Loki feared along with Stark finding out about his lack of powers.

He himself had a vague idea of why he ended up crashing through Stark Towers of all places. And it brought a dark aching feeling to his chest when he realized it was all Thor's doing.

A/N: Once again, thanks for all the support! I love reading the reviews, they are very helpful, and thank you for the follows. This might be my last update in a week as I might not be able to update. Be don't worry, I'll assume my nearly-daily updates after next week. Thanks guys! (: