Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

Keep Your Soul Like a Secret

Loki knew he was in trouble. There was no way he was getting out of this one. At least he'd successfully avoided Thanos' minions, he supposed that that was a plus. Being caught by the guards... Not so good. Tony still pointing a weapon at him... Again, not really good. He felt much guiltier than he expected to, seeing how betrayed Tony looked. How he looked so scared of him. He couldn't even bring himself to smirk. To put his façade up. He just stood there, watching the guards run towards them. He sighed and held his arms out, one of the guards instantly chaining them.

Tony was surprised by how compliant Loki was, but then again, he wasn't. Loki looked defeated. He looked so exhausted and even scared. He didn't put up a fight, despite the fact that he could've easily escaped right there and then. Then again, the two people were after him. Maybe that stopped him from running. He knew he had to mention that to the team. They wanted the tesseract, and the tesseract was gone. They needed to look into that. Tony didn't know what to do. He just watched as Loki was shoved away from Tony, causing the god to stumble, almost falling. He watched as a guard said quietly, so quiet that Tony barely heard him, 'you shouldn't have left your room. You know I'd hate to see your pretty face get hurt'. Tony could see Loki glare at the guard, his eyes going darker. He looked completely void of all emotion. They looked green. That wasn't how Tony remembered them. He had nightmares about Loki often enough to know that he'd never seen Loki with green eyes. Shit. That wasn't good. He watched as Loki was pulled away by the guards. He looked out at the stars before he decided that he wasn't in the mood to go back to the ball. He couldn't go back. Flirting with Loki... Was it bad that he didn't regret it? He would've, but something told him that the god wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be. That he was in a similar position to Tony. That he had an appearance that he had to keep up.

Maybe he had to talk to the god.

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"Tony! Tony, wake up!" Tony heard, waking him up from his nap. He couldn't really call it a sleep. He'd slept an hour, if that. He didn't really want to wake up, but he got the feeling that it was urgent.

Tony slowly opened his eyes, seeing Bruce standing above him. He sat up groggily, his entire body aching. He couldn't remember much of what happened after he went back to his room, but he guessed he paced a lot. That would explain why he was aching. He felt so drained, both physically and mentally. He didn't want to see anyone, but Bruce was the exception. He needed to speak with Bruce, anyway.

"Hm?" Tony answered, still half asleep. "What's up?"

Bruce genuinely looked relieved. He was worried that Loki had escaped and had hurt or even taken Tony. He realised once he woke up that he hadn't seen Tony after he danced with Thor, and neither had the rest of the team. He was so scared that he'd lost his friend, but he was glad to find him in one piece. That was all that mattered.

"I didn't see you much last night, I just wanted to check on you," the doctor answered truthfully.

"I'm fine. I'm alive," Tony hummed, running his hands over his face. "How are you after last night?"

Bruce blushed at the memory. He'd spent a few hours dancing with Thor before meeting his friends. They all seemed nice enough. They were polite, anyway, and if they didn't like Bruce, they didn't show it. He even met Odin, which he found petrifying, but he was nice. Something felt off about him, but Bruce couldn't place what it was. Then Thor invited him back to his room. He'd had the best night ever, and he felt better than he had in years. He could finally stop worrying.

"Good. It... it was perfect, Tony. I don't think we're a thing yet, but we're definitely getting there," Bruce explained with a smile, then told Tony everything, not missing anything out.