Bend Around the Wind by Scyllaya

|1| Prologue ✔️

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Title: Bend Around the Wind
Author: scyllaya

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Comics, The Avengers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Loki/Tony Stark, Canon Relationship(s)
Warning(s): cursing, graphic violence (blood, gore, torture), H/C, graphic sexual content, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse and suicide, genocide, slavery, dubious morality
Spoiler(s): MCU Phase One
Word Count: ~ 403 000
Summary: A few months after the battle of New York the God Loki appears back on Stark Tower under chaotic circumstances. This time however he is on the run. Tony Stark gets caught up in the crossfire and is taken along with the Aesir. Can the two of them ever make truce in order to get away? And even if they do, how does one escape from such a dark corner of the universe, when they are so very far away from the Nine Realms, that not even Loki knows the way back home. But first, they need to survive.

Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction in the MCU Fandom, and with FrostIron too. Do expect some space fantasy vibes in later chapters. Enjoy!

Title song is 'Rose' by A Perfect Circle.

Editor's note: [haru] is the editor and poster of this book. All content of this book belongs to Scyllaya and Marvel. As editor, [haru] may:
-give warnings before graphic scenes
-fix spelling and grammar issues
-post media related to book themes
-replace explicit words and phrases

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Chapter One
Prologue
Milky Way Galaxy
Sol System
Nine Realms, Planet Earth

Three months. That was the only peace he got after the Battle of New York, only three damn months and shit hit the fan again. Nothing global, mind you, just your average asshole with too much money and way too many weapons and personal soldiers at his disposal. So Tony didn't have one but two of his properties totalled, which was just great really. The Stark Tower was already under repair, just like the rest of New York, but his Malibu mansion would take even longer to fix and to be honest, he couldn't find the energy to get the reconstructions started. He had to move into the family mansion in New York, he knew, but every cell in his body was against the idea. Every room reminded him of his childhood there, and consequently of Howard Stark. And if there was one thing he was most definitely not in mood for was a delightful trip down that particular memory lane.

Pepper was still in the hospital. That fact was like a parasite inside his chest, crawling, and twisting unpleasantly every few seconds, a lot more painful than the shrapnel ever could be. She was not supposed to get caught up in the crossfire, she was not supposed to get hurt, not when Tony got out of the whole debacle with nothing but a few bruises and a cracked rib. But Tony had his suit of course, and Pepper was not so lucky.

So here he was trying to shove down every single one of his issues about the family mansion and get it ready for when Pepper was released. What was he doing instead? He was sitting in his half-destroyed tower with a glass of scotch avoiding the mansion like the plague. They could've decided to go somewhere, anywhere, Venice maybe, Rome, Tokyo, it didn't matter, but Pepper was insistent. They couldn't just abandon Stark Industries. Tony would've been more than happy to do just that, screw the company, but he didn't have it in him to argue when Pepper, sweet perfect Pepper, looked at him with those determined eyes. The look was firm even on her bruised face and Tony gave in. He still had quite some time before they had to move in to the mansion, so a few nights in the tower would change nothing, but would give him some time to get his head in order, and his anger under control.