Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

Without a Home, Without a Friend

Tony walked down the hall, much tenser than he wanted to be. He didn't want to go speak to Loki again. Why would he want to? He just wanted to go home, but no, he was forced to stay a couple of extra days. Sure, it was in his best interest, but at the same time, it wasn't. He didn't want to spend any more time with Loki than he already had. After all, what if he fell for the god? He couldn't risk that. He couldn't love a monster. No. He couldn't do that.

He walked into the god's room, the guards not questioning him this time. As soon as he walked into the room, the guards left. Thor had obviously told them that Tony could go in whenever he wanted and could be trusted to be in there alone with Loki. He looked around the room, the god being nowhere in sight. He assumed that everything was okay, otherwise the guards would've said something. He decided to take the time to look around, wanting to know a bit more about the trickster. He saw the bookcase was full of books, on the top shelf were unnamed ones, the rest being ones in various languages, but he recognised some Shakespeare books in the mix. There were a few others scattered around the room, but they were in different languages. How many could the god speak? Tony sighed and went over to the bed, seeing it looked neat, as if it wasn't used. He knew that Loki was immaculate, even the books scattered around the room were in neat piles. The bed being immaculate didn't surprise the mechanic. He went over to the desk and looked at some of the books, seeing Hamlet there, as well as a blank one. He looked around the room as if to check for the trickster before he opened it. The handwriting was neat, it wouldn't surprise Tony if it was the gods. He didn't understand it though, it was in a different language. A language he'd never seen before.

A door opening made him slam the book shut and move to the bed, sitting on the end. Loki walked in, in a simple dark green poet shirt and tight leather trousers. His black hair was damp, falling just below his shoulders. He looked exhausted. Even Tony could see that. Loki's eyes widened when he saw the mechanic on his bed. He wasn't expecting to see Tony again. Not after he said that he'd never love Loki because he was a monster. Loki didn't think that he was wrong, but the words still hurt. He smirked mischievously, though he was only going through the motions. He gathered that Tony was back to get more information, but there wasn't anything else that Loki wanted to say.

"Stark," Loki greeted. "What a pleasure it is, for you to visit me two days running."

Tony watched the trickster suspiciously. Something was wrong. Even he could see that. Loki was being his usual cocky self. As comforting as that was, Tony didn't think he'd be able to deal with any emotions coming from the god, it concerned him how quick Loki could hide his emotions. How was it possible to do it within a matter of a millisecond? Then again, he was a trickster. It was his thing, Tony supposed.

"Just wanted to check in on you," Tony shrugged. "We're staying on Asgard a bit longer than planned, so I wanted to make the most of the time here."

Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes, clearly impressed. He walked over to his wardrobe, though Tony clocked that the god had a slight limp. It was ever so slight, but the mechanic knew that Loki was almost a master at hiding things. He couldn't trust anything the god said or did, but if he tried to hide something, the human knew that there was some importance to it. Loki hid his exhaustion, so there was an element of truth to that. Loki was trying to hide a limp, so there was something real about that. Tony was learning a lot about the trickster, and he was actually enjoying it.

"No, you wanted more information on the Mad Titan and the infinity stones," Loki replied as he shrugged a coat on. "I'm not easily fooled, Stark."

Tony was caught by surprise, but he knew that Loki would figure it out. He had to get a new tactic. One that would work. What could he do? Just pretend to be nice? That he was just there to be nice? He didn't know if the god would believe it, but maybe if he went more friendly rather than work then he would get some answers. Hopefully.