Scarred - StrangeFrost

Sancutum

•Tony's POV•
No.

There's no way in hell that that's true.
Loki must be lying through his teeth.

The helmet of my suit latched around my head, and right as I was about to fly away, "STARK!" I heard strange yell.

I turned.

"When you saw Loki here, what was he doing?"

I paused for a second.
"He was passed out."

The suit powered up and I flew upwards and back to the Avengers tower.

Thor had been waiting on the balcony.
I gritted my teeth as I said, "I found your brother. He's up to something."

•.•.•
•Stephen's POV•
Loki had his head in his hands, and I slowly pushed his head up to see his face.
Loki was, again, asleep.
I starred at his face, holding his head up by his chin.
"Loki," I said.
He didn't respond. His eyes kept closed and he stayed limp.

I pressed my hand against his chest just to feel his heart beating.
I knew he was alive.
It's just, something brought me to do it.
I don't know what it was.

I lifted his shirt to check his stab wound and stopped.
His wound was completely healed, all that was left was a large scar.
What. The. HELL.

I looked up at Loki and shook him, his eyes fluttering open.
"Strange?" He mumbled.
I looked at him for a second, and he grabbed my shoulders pulling me into a hug.
"Where- where's Stark?" Loki asked, his face nuzzled against my chest.

"Tony Stark is gone." I said, my face feeling hot.
Loki let go and sat back down.
He sighed and rubbed his forehead with his palms. "I'm sorry Strange, I just wanted to get away from all the noise and everything, and I- I couldn't think."

I softly brushed Loki's hair out of his face and said, "It's okay, Loki. this isn't your fault."

•.•.•

I flew down to the sanctum, Loki was in my hands trying his hardest to stay awake. It seemed, odd, that he could fall asleep so easily, let alone the fact that his wound healed in the matter of a day.

It seemed too weird.

We landed in front of the sanctum and I walked in and softly put Loki down on a couch against the wall.
He softly muttered, "thank you,"