Hey fellow mentally ill gays, I thought I'd publish this TRASH chaotic story from my marvel fanfic days ages ago (like three or four years) and it did well for some reason god help you all who read this crap lmao. I promise I've improved in my writing. I swear to you this is not who I am anymore. Okay let's jump into hell. Here's the original description cause y'all should probably see it. If anyone reads this I'll update it like every few days cause I have almost all the chapters so ya know. ORIGINAL DESCRIPTION Loki feels for Tony. But he shouldn't. And he doesn't know if Tony feels it too. When certain events come into play, their struggling love is tested. Life? Or death. Truth? Or lies. There are choices ahead. And their world is threatened by something greater than anyone could dream of. Who dies? Or will anyone live?