Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

We Could Be Happy Forever and After

Tony woke up peacefully. No screaming. No pain. No fear. Peacefully. He couldn't believe how good it felt. He'd missed not having nightmares. Every time he tried to sleep, he had nightmares. No matter what he did. If he drank until he passed out, sure, it worked, but Bruce never let him do that. He slowly opened his eyes to see what was different, wondering why he hadn't had a nightmare. When he opened his eyes, he was met with his favourite sight. Loki, fast asleep, curled into him. The god's head was nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel every breath against his shoulder. He smiled happily and held the god closer, his smile widening when the trickster nuzzled into him.

Tony had missed it. He'd missed waking up to the god next to him. He'd missed the trickster more than anything in the world. Sure, he'd rather Loki not be injured, but he'd take what he could get. He could see that the cuts on Loki's body were completely healed, so he hoped that the ones hidden by bandages were too. He wasn't hopeful, but he wanted the god to get better. He hated seeing him in pain. He wanted to take it all away from him. He didn't know how the god was still functional. Well, as functioning as he was, anyway. After Afghanistan, Tony was a mess. He couldn't do anything, and if he did, it was something that would kill him. He just wanted it all to end. Loki didn't show those tendencies. Well, not that he could see, anyway. He just wanted to take all of his pain and suffering away. To see him truly happy, without the pain of having gone through everything he had. Tony felt awful. Even though he couldn't have prevented what happened from happening, he still felt bad. He wanted the god to be happy, because that was what he deserved. He deserved to be happy. He deserved better. And that better wasn't Tony. He deserved someone who could show him the love he deserved. Someone godly. Not human. Not weak like Tony. He gently held the god closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the tricksters head. He wanted to protect him. To make sure nothing bad ever happened to him again. He wanted to see him happy.

"You think loudly," the god said quietly, making Tony jump.

The god didn't open his eyes. He didn't move either. He just laid there, looking as if he was asleep. Tony sighed softly and held the god closer, never wanting to let him go. Even though he knew that Loki could hear all of his thoughts, he didn't care. He trusted him.

"Sorry," Tony replied softly. "Did my thinking wake you up?"

"I heard negative self-talk. I'm now awake." Loki smiled softly as he opened his eyes. "You're not weak. My love, you're stronger than the majority of warriors I've fought alongside. Physically, perhaps not. Though you're perhaps the strongest person I've met, mentally. Your mind is brilliant. You've been through so much yet still strive to protect people, despite seeing what harm they can do. That's admirable. You're one of the strongest people I know, and I will always be here to remind you of that."

Tony shook his head and looked away. He didn't know what to think. He wanted to believe the god, but he still had doubts. He was in a team alongside Hawkeye, Black Widow, Thor, Hulk, Captain America... what did he have against them? He shook his head and turned back to the god, being met by a disapproving frown.

"How're you feeling?" Tony asked, wanting to change the subject.

"I'm fine. A few aches here and there, though better than last night," Loki replied quietly, trying to push his feelings away. He felt awful. He knew that no matter what he did or said, Tony would never see how incredible he was. He'd never see that he was more than enough. "Thank you for everything. I truly appreciate it."

Loki hated himself for forgiving Tony so fast. Well, no, he wouldn't say the mechanic was forgiven. He'd accepted his apologies, but he hadn't forgiven him. He didn't think he could forgive him. He hated how fast he ran back to him, though. To run back into the mechanics arms as if his actions were forgotten. Was he that desperate for love that he would run back to the man that broke his trust and used him for information with no hesitation?