A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Something to Dwell Upon - Part Two

Tony looked at you and sighed, his gut twisting uncomfortably at your expression.

It had been eating away at him to see you despair over Loki and believing all the things he had said before disappearing, it ate at him even more that he knew what happened and wasn't telling you.

At first it had been easy for him to pretend and deny all knowledge of anything, but soon mocking Loki had lost its fun and guilt settled heavily into his stomach.

Loki had been locked away for almost seven weeks and Tony had spent a week of that time goading the God while trying to help you get over him and another two and a half weeks considering what to do, his mind racing in contemplation about whether he should reveal all and settle his friend's mind or simply help you to move on.

It was halfway through the ninth week that he made his decision.

No matter how much the thoughts of the fallout and possible arguments plagued him, Tony decided that he was going to tell you, no, show you, where Loki was.

Even if you got mad at him for not telling you sooner, he knew that it would put your mind at ease once and for all.

It was worth it, despite the fact that he didn't believe Loki deserved it.

You had been working on yourself in a continuous attempt to get past your ordeal with Loki.

The progress was slow, but you didn't expect it to be an immediate bounce back and thanked all your friends for the support and understanding.

It would have been a lie to say that you didn't think about Loki regularly, mull over what went wrong and what you could have done differently, but for the most part you distracted yourself as much as you possibly could.

Anything of his that you had at home, you packed away into a box and set it aside, somewhere out of the way.

In the beginning, you had constantly gone back and forth between fighting the temptation to seek comfort in his belongings and giving in to the temptation to seek comfort in his things.

That was over now, though you were constantly aware of the fact that you had a box of memories stashed in your home, you managed to keep yourself away from it and soon it started to gather dust.

A personal record had been set by the three-week mark of you not thinking of your disappearing ex, only for Tony to come along and break that streak.

"I need you to listen and not get mad until after I've told you what I need to, alright?"

You looked up from your food at Tony, your eyes glancing him over as your mind took in what he said.

"Alright," you drawled out, "what is it?"

Tony stalled for a moment, suddenly finding his burger more fascinating than you as he steeled himself for the big reveal.

You were about to tell him to get on with it, but he got there before you could open your mouth to speak.

"I know where Loki is," he said, looking back at you, "I've known this entire time."

The hand you were lifting towards your mouth jilted, the fingers gripping your food tightening a little.

"What?"

"I know, it's a dick move but I didn't want him to upset you again."

"Maybe not, but you could have at least told me you knew where he was."

"Why? So you could badger me about letting you see him?"

The look Tony gave you made you shy away a little, there was no way you could deny that he had a point, so instead you stayed silent and pretended to ignore his point.