Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

It Probably Happens at Night, Right?

Loki didn't know how to process everything. He needed a drink. Everything was building up and he didn't know how to handle it. He'd never felt so loved before. He'd never felt so cared for before. He didn't know how to process everything. He'd never been one for processing emotion. He was one to push it all away and hope for the best. Sure, he knew that wasn't good, but it was better than dealing with everything.

On Asgard, he'd deal with everything by either hiding in his room, fucking, or he'd go through his supplies. He was surprised Odin never found out about his drug supply. Especially considering he was the one everyone went to for it. He missed it, but he doubted it was hard to find in New York. Loki just wanted to let go. To be able to relax for a little while. If he had to live, he wanted to do it his way. He looked over at Tony, seeing the mechanic tinkering with something on his desk. The god felt bad. He felt like he shouldn't feel as awful as he did. He felt numb, almost. That made him feel guilty. He had an amazing soulmate and a place to live in. Shouldn't that be enough? Yet he still found himself wanting the peace of death. He wanted a drink. He wanted to get high. How hard could it be to find something, he thought. He watched his soulmate, seeing how content he seemed when he was working. He knew that the human wasn't okay, not in the slightest, but he was semi-functioning. He carried on because people needed him. People didn't need Loki, the god thought.

He slowly got up and walked over to the mechanic, seeing he was tinkering with a small box. It looked like metal, but Loki wasn't sure. He knew that nothing was ever what he expected when it came to Tony. The human looked at him with a smile, one that broke Loki's heart as he smiled back, knowing that he would only drag the mechanic down. He would never be good for him.

"Hey, Kitten. How're you feeling?" Tony asked as he gently held the god's hand.

Tony wasn't stupid. He knew that Loki wasn't doing great, but he thought that things were okay. That things were getting better. He wanted nothing more than to show the god what it was like to live properly, to not be constricted by rules. He remembered how it felt when he could live freely. He didn't know what to do. He drove around the island for a while but then slipped into not sleeping and running off of alcohol and coffee. Not great, but it worked well enough.

"I'm okay, and you?" Loki asked in reply, giving the human's hand a gentle squeeze.

"I'm good! Just wanted to squeeze in a bit of work before the party," Tony explained, finally putting down the cube.

Loki smiled softly as he wrapped his other arm around Tony. He was slowly getting used to seeing the metal plate run throughout his right side. He by no means liked it, but it didn't surprise him when he saw it.

"I'm going to head outside for a little while, will you be okay while I'm gone?" Loki asked softly as he rubbed over Tony's hand with his thumb.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked in reply.

Tony was beyond worried. He was scared that he'd lose Loki, or that he'd end up with Thanos again. He didn't want to ever lose the god again. He knew that he was probably being paranoid, but he was scared.

"Outside. I saw a park not that far away, I may visit there," Loki replied softly. "I'm simply going out for some air. I've not been out since we went for coffee, besides, I want to see the area."

Smooth lie, the god just wasn't sure if Tony would believe it. The part about not going out was true, he hadn't been outside since him and Tony went for coffee when they arrived on Earth, but he had other motives for wanting to go out, of course. He wouldn't tell the mechanic that, though. He didn't want the mechanic to know how weak he was. How much of a disappointment he was.

"Oh, yeah, that's... I didn't realise. I'm sorry," Tony said softly, clearly feeling bad. "Just stay safe, yeah? Wait, won't you be recognised?"

Tony felt awful. He didn't realise. He didn't know why he hadn't. It was obvious the god wouldn't have had any time to go outside since. He remembered the coffee date, though. That was one of his favourite days. He remembered how they walked together for hours after he called for coffee. He didn't think it would be, but that was his perfect day.