Calitoral Damage

After the battle of New York, the Avengers find a defeated, broken Loki in Stark Towers. They soon find out that he is without his magic, banished from Asgard, and permanently crippled. Loki takes this as well as Tony might except, so Tony offers the fallen god a safe haven in Stark Towers. How long can an Asgardian hold a grudge, let alone while try to fight off hidden feelings, even though Tony was just trying to protect his home?

*Tony's POV*

Loki struggled to stand, managing to get his feet under himself, only to fall back on his ass a second later. A growl of frustration escaped him as he tried to rise again, a slight embarrassed tinge entering his checks.

Legolas finally huffed impatiently and hauled the Trickster up and out of the hole, placing him on his own two feet. Loki seemed to debate holding onto Barton for support until Barton shoved him off. Panic and terror entered the god's face as he fell, crying out in pain. Thor stepped forward, only stopping when the Cap placed a hand in front of him. "It could be a trick." He whispered over our communication line.

I ignored the Captain and approached the god, crouching beside him. His breathing was a bit erratic and he wouldn't meet my eyes. "Rock of Ages? You okay there?" I asked, reaching out a gently tipping his chin up to meet my eyes. He took in another shuddering breath and turned to Thor, tears of pain lining his eyes.

When he whispered to the Thunderer his voice was broken, small, and only made me want to kill someone for putting it in the mouth of the once- strong man that had been facing off with me only and hour before.

"Thor, I can't move my legs."