Toxic • FrostIron

Goz Wrap

Loki curled up, putting his head against his knees and starting to cry. He wrapped his arms  around his legs and squeezed.

Tony looked at Loki cluelessly. How did Loki's overall demeanor change so rapidly within a year?
"Loki..." Tony Sat down next to the now sobbing god and grabbed his hand. "What happened?"

Loki hesitated and his crying slowed. His breathing was still labored, and he looked at Tony with misty eyes.

"I found out I was the son of Lawfey, that I was adopted, that Odin was a liar. I tried to destroy jotinheim because..." Loki trailed off, and sniffed. He continued, "I fell into the hands of The Other and, he employed me to acquire the Tesseract. That's why I attacked New York."

"So what happened afterwards?" Tony asked.
Loki's breath seemed to get heavier. "Odin banished me to to dungeon, and soon afterwards I was told of- of-" Loki sniffed and covered his face, starting to sob. Tony squeezed his hand as Loki mumbled, "my m-mothers d-death."

After saying that, Loki seemed as if he just wanted to be alone. He curled up into a ball and fell against the bed, sobbing. His cries were getting louder, and he was gasping for breath between every sob. Loki scratched against his arms, peeling off the bandages around them. Tony grabbed Loki by the shoulders and shook him. "Loki, get a grip of yourself! You're seriously a train wreck! And I'm sorry for pressuring you, but this is really surprising for you."

Loki froze, his sobbing slowing. He uncurled himself and supported his head against his pillow.

Tony rubbed Loki's shoulder and said, "let's get those glorified band-aids off your arms."

•••

Loki sharply inhaled and stuttered, "Stark, that hurts!"

"Yeah Loki I know. Just gotta rip off the band aid."

Loki was sitting on a stool with his arm stretched out for Tony, who was ripping the bandages off of his arm and replacing them with goz.
Tony pulled another off, and Loki winced.

Loki's arm had large scabs on it, signifying several long cuts down it.

Tony picked up the roll of goz. "That's it for this arm."

Tony put the end of the roll against Loki's arm and started wrapping it around it. Loki hung his head, his hair falling in front of his face.

Tony finished and patted Loki's back. Loki slowly put his arm down. His other arm had already been done.
He softly dragged his fingers against the goz, feeling the cloth-like wrap protecting his wounds.

"Thank you Stark." He mumbled under his breath.

Loki grabbed his head suddenly, almost as if he were in pain. His breathing became extremely labored and he started mumbling incoherently. He fell to the floor and groaned loudly.

Tony watched, almost horrified at what he was seeing. Loki was in pain, and a lot of it. It made it worse hearing his loud moaning, the horrible sound piercing the air like a knife.

Shit.

What the hell was he supposed to do?