I don't want your pity (Loki fanfic)

"Mr Stark. I need to ask for a big favor".Those were the first words Tony could hear the god of thunder say just as he had broken his living room wall and interrupted his perfectly peaceful breakfast. As the mechanic stared at the blonde god in shock he noticed that Thor didn't look good. Or he did, he always did, but he didn't look healthy. The god's armor was dirty (with mud, blood and something else that Tony didn't even know what it was) And his red cape had holes in it like it had been partly burned. His face was bruised and in a deep frown and his knuckles on his hands were bloodied. And the hands were holding something. Oh god! What was that? The cape was partly covering what now seemed like an unconscious body. A man. A dark haired, skinny, bruised man with pale skin.