Growing love and the seventh stone | Loki fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Another visit

Loki stares at me. He presses his lips together and seems to fight with himself.
I slowly breath in and out. "Loki. An explanation."
He hesitates and spits out the words: "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?! Listen, if I should have you at my hou-" Another pounding at the door interrupts me.
"Open up", a voice comes from outside.
Suddenly Loki looks like he is panicking. "Don't!", he hisses.
"Open up!", the voice demands through the sound of the pouring rain.
I look at Loki and he shakes his head. "They must not see me!"
Another pounding at the door.
"Okay", I say as I shove my arm under Lokis and drag him to the next room, my kitchen. "You stay here. If I don't open the door, they will break it, at least it sounds like it. Hide!"
"But -", he says, still leaning on me.
"I said hide!" I seat him onto a chair and sprint back to the hallway. "Coming", I shout in the sweetest voice possible. "With my luck tonight I hope it isn't Lord Voldemort or something", I mutter under my breath.
I raise the curtain and open my door again.
Tony Stark is standing in front of me, in his full Iron Man suit. It has scratches like he has been in a fight, and as he removes his helmet, he is breathing hard.
"Oh", I say.
"Yeah, hello", Tony says. "I am sorry to disturb you in this wonderful night -", a crack of thunder interrupts him, "but I have to ask you if someone has been at your house."
"Uh", I say. "Uh, uhm ... why?"
"The only thing I can say is that the Avengers are searching after a certain troublemaker that escaped in the forest near your house, known as ..." He rubs his forehead and sighs. "Loki. You know who he is, right? Black hair, dangerous, dark armour with -"
"Yes, I know who he is."
"Well, it seems like your house is the only one in this area and it is very likely for him coming here. If you see him, don't open the door. He is dangerous and deadly and likely to kill you on the spot." Tony looks at me. "You are absolutely sure you haven't seen him? We are searching in this whole area and couldn't find him so far."
I swallow. Tony is right, Loki can be deadly.
He is evil, a voice in my head says.
He is injured, another one hisses. And he asks for help. The Avengers will probably imprison him or worse.
But-, the first voice says, he-
"I haven't seen anybody", I reply to Tony.
He examines me. "Okay. I have to believe you. This night, if someone is at your door, don't open it. If you see him, call us immediatly." Tony hands over his business card.
I take it. It shimmers in the dark and a phone number is printed in sharp letters on it. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Tony closes his helmet and flys up into the night.
I follow him with my glance, shake my head and go inside again. Before I enter the kitchen, I shove the business card into my pocket. As I walk into the kitchen, I don't see anybody. "Loki?", I ask. "Tony is gone." I take a step further and a cold hand dashes forward and clasps around my ankle.
"Wow, it's me!", I exclaim. I bend over and look under the table.
Loki sits there, an angry look at his face. "Don't ever make me do this again."
I can't help to smile a bit. "You can come out now."
Loki struggles to move and I furrow my brows. I crouch down and pull him out, he relies more onto my support than before. I put his arm over my shoulder and take his other one. "You are shaking", I say irritated.
"I ..." He looks down at his hands. "I don't shake, usually."
I check his temperature. "Your skin is  ice cold."
"I am always cold."
"Yes, but ..." I hesitate. His leg almost caves in and I tighten my grasp. "Ugh", I groan. I start to half-carry him into the living room. "You are heavy."
"For a man at my age I am in pretty good form."
"You mean, ugh, for a man like 1000 years old?"
He chuckles slightly and starts to cough.
I look at him worringly and drag him into the living room. "Come, we have to look at your wounds."