Frigus Ferreus - Made from Ice and Iron | Frostiron

Chapter 7

CN/TW: There will be even more and harder physical and mental torture. Please proceed with caution and if you are unsure, feel free to message me before reading!!

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They closed the door behind them and Tony was left alone with his thoughts.

They had almost kissed. For a moment, the cell and the chains had seemed to vanish and there had only been himself and Loki.

It had been unexpected, yet exciting and even though the initial magic of the moment was gone, he hoped for the kiss to happen after the bathroom break. Just ten more minutes. Five for Loki, five for him.

But Loki never got back. At least not after five minutes. It felt like more than an hour had passed and Tony was sure that they had taken him somewhere other than the bathroom. He dreaded the thought of Loki getting tortured again.

Another unbearable, long stretch of time passed until the door was opened and Loki came back. Tony dreaded to see the state the demigod would be in, but noticed quickly that he was his normal self.

Almost.

The open and affectionate shimmer in his blue eyes had vanished.

Instead, they seemed dark and cold like two tunnels filled with ocean water, and his stare made Tony shiver.

What was happening?

"So, you really thought I liked you, didn't you? I cared about you?"

His words were prying their way into Tony's heart quicker than he could've ever imagined.

He had shared this room with the other man for only two days. Before that, he had only known him influenced by the sceptre or from what Thor had told him, which had been far more than he had admitted to Loki.

Thor and Tony had had a few long conversations after New York, in which the god had told him all about this other side of his brother: fun, open for anything and everything, always ready to make the joke everybody was cracking up about. More than once being the more reasonable of the brothers, calming his sibling down when he needed him to. The boy who had loved his mother more than anything else in this world and had grown into a man that was haunted by what he thought was his legacy, his purpose.

Ever since those conversations with Thor, Tony had seen Loki in a different light. But he had never admitted this to anyone.

During the past two days, he had seen both sides of Loki.
And it hadn't taken him long to find himself liking the God of Mischief, not despite his dark side, scars and his history, but because of who he was, scars and all.

But all of this, all of those hundreds of colours in Loki's behaviour that were always reflecting in his eyes, whether the raven-haired man wanted it or not, were now gone, and there was only cold emptiness left.

Maybe it was just desperate hope, but Tony refused to believe that this was the same Loki that had left the cell an hour ago. They must've had influenced him yet again.

But why?

"Loki, please. It's me, Tony. Tony Stark. Please, look at me..."

"Pathetic" Loki spat and scoffed at the other man.

Tony felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped into his stomach.

"Loki, you're joking, right? You don't have to do all this. Please, we... we were just about to kiss..." Tony didn't mind that he was begging, he just didn't know what else to do.

Loki sneered "yeah, almost. You can't possibly believe I would have gone all the way with it, right?"

"Not even you can act that well. I saw the affection in your eyes. The way you looked at me. I...You wanted it too!"