We're Above Them

Loki Odinson. Currently residing at the one Sky High on Midgard. I highly advise keeping your distance from me.

[tony-theirongiant]

Don't Leave Me Again || Frostiron

[tony-theirongiant]

Walking was weird. His knees were shaking and he felt disoriented. But with an arm around Loki, he could manage it. He could already feel his mind clearing out just a bit and all the static was starting to fade. Tony could still feel the hitch in his throat that didn’t exactly let him take in a full inhale but at least he could think.

He looked down at the slippers in front of his bare feet. “What about you, tough guy?” he managed a shaky smile towards his fiance as he slipped the slippers on. “Don’t step on any rocks. Immortal god or not, that shit hurts.” Tony’s voice was trembling almost as much as his hands. He walked stiffly and one hand was still gripping tight to Loki’s shirt. His knuckles were white. Tony didn’t notice.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki wondered for a mere second if holding the other man would be better, but he knew that Tony probably wouldn't enjoy losing that much control of the situation so he would hold him like this and not mind one bit. One arm around him was better than nothing. He chuckled softly and shook his head when the other man spoke. "Trust me, darling, I will be fine." He still had socks on, at least.

The walk to the hospital was... difficult, for lack of a better word. Pulling the other man along wasn't hard at all, but the worry and the fear gripping his own chest was. What if there was something wrong with him? Worst of all, what if something was wrong with him because of something that he did? Gods, he already felt horrible enough for what he had done to the man. He already felt enough like a monster. What was more to add on to the pile? As they stepped into the emergency room, Loki held up a hand to gesture for a nurse. 

[tony-theirongiant]

Don't Leave Me Again || Frostiron

[tony-theirongiant]

Tony felt hands on him, gripping and pulling. His body convulsed on reaction, shock and panic making that extra rush through his brain, but he heard his name and his vision focused. He saw the pale skin and green eyes, the black hair and concerned frown. That deep melodic voice sunk deep in his chest like whiskey down his throat.

He gripped to Loki’s shirt, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his shoulder. He could breathe easier with his mouth covered by Loki’s shirt and Tony didn’t bother to question it. “I think something’s wrong with me…” he panted, not loosening his hold. His entire body was taut and he didn’t know how to relax it. But he was breathing. So that was a start, right?

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki had to prevent himself from breathing heavily, the other man's panic reflected in him through his bond. It wasn't that it was overtaking him, no. It just helped him understand it a lot more. It helped him so that he knew what was going on. "Alright, calm down, love, we're going to go to the hospital, alright?" He held onto the other man a little tighter, not letting him go for a second as he closed his eyes and tried to envision the lobby... But he just couldn't do it. The panic was welling up too much in his own chest now.

The only other way would have to be walking. At least the hospital wasn't far from the dorms, and if he pulled the man at a decent pace they would make it there before he knew it. "Just breathe... It's alright." It was a bit chilly out, and he knew the other man needed shoes, so he sighed out as they got to the front door and slipped out of his own slippers (his favorite ones--the ones with the rubber on the bottom). "Put these on." He could withstand the cold. He could more than withstand it, he thought bitterly.

[tony-theirongiant]

Don't Leave Me Again || Frostiron

Tony was gripping his tank top, his fingers digging into the skin underneath. He hadn’t even bothered to change. He could feel the cold floor beneath his bare feet as he went pale and all sense of warmth rushed out of his body. His eyes were frantically moving from side to side and people were staring. His fingers were shaking and he heard the clatter of his phone falling to the floor.

His vision was blurring and he didn’t know when he’d fallen to the floor. But there he was, knees bent up to his chest and shoulders hunched forward, head under his hands and gasping. He couldn’t get a full inhale. It was like his days in the hospital all over again, but worse. He breathed out and it was always more than what he had brought in.

Loki. All he could think about was Loki. Loki not there. Loki wasn’t there. Loki needed to come back. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and he couldn’t hear anything else. Tony dug his fingernails into his scalp and tried to force deep breaths. It didn’t work very well.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

The second that Loki got the text he didn't have time to finish his trek back to the dorm building, nor was he thinking to bring the groceries he had gone to buy (it had been a simple task. they were out of a few things and Tony didn't feel like going to the store so he offered. after much reluctance, his fiance accepted, and now he had wished he hadn't gone) back with him. He dropped the bags at his feet and took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he envisioned the front desk lobby of the dorm building.

In a second, he was there, rushing over to the other man and putting an arm around him, pulling him to his chest with a deep frown. "Tony..." he murmured, trying to meet his gaze. "It's alright, I am here now. Breathe," he tried, his voice wavering on pleading with the other man. He just needed to breathe. If he was this unstable, he couldn't transport them to the hospital.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Text || Frostiron

Tony: Okay waiting by the elevator.

Tony: On the first floor.

Tony: And by "by the elevator," I mean the main entrance.

[ten minutes later]

Loki: I'm not going anywhere, love.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Text || Frostiron

Tony: I might be waiting by the door.

[one minute later]

Tony: Can I meet you at the elevator?

Loki: Of course.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Text || Frostiron

Tony: Oh my god did you just use a smiley face?

Tony: That's adorable.

Loki: I thought it was right for the situation. :)

Loki: I am almost there.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Text || Frostiron

Tony [unsent]: Fuck i feel like i can't brea

Tony [unsent]: Hurry up

Tony: Alright it's cool just come quick.

Tony: Miss you

Loki: I'm coming. :)

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Text || Frostiron

Tony: Where are you?

Loki: Almost there, do not fret.

Loki: There was a longer line than I had expected.

[sonoftheconqueror]

Okay, cool.

I’m Nate.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

A pleasure I'm sure, Nate.

[sonoftheconqueror]

It’s an honor to meet you too, Mr. Loki…. That sounds really weird. Should I just call you Sir?

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki is perfectly fine.

[sonoftheconqueror]

Nono. You don’t have to repeat yourself. I’m just, uh, I guess you could say starstruck a little.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

I quite understand. It happens with him quite often, I'm afraid. 

[sonoftheconqueror]

thelonelyloki replied to your post: Why are you really here?

You do realize that Tony Stark goes to this establishment, correct?

HOLY SHIT I SWEAR I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM!!

Wait. Come again??

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Anthony Edward Stark goes to this establishment. Need I repeat myself once more?

[tony-theirongiant]

You're Still Here || Frostiron

[tony-theirongiant]

Tony let the words sink into his skin like a soothing salve on a healing burn. Relief and sheer happiness bubbled up in his chest as a soft laugh escaped his lips for the emotion was just too much to contain. Was this some sort of dream? Were the past months of torture some sort of nightmare? Did it really matter now? No, not really. Loki was there, kissing him with his engagement ring on his finger and he wanted to stay.

"Oh fuck." Tony felt tears stinging his eyes and he quickly rubbed his hand over his face to make sure he wasn’t crying yet. "No don’t look at me. You’ve turned me into a girl." He added a touch of drama to his tone as he buried his face in Loki’s neck again, holding him close and holding him tight. "I just missed you so much." His voice was a soft whisper. He didn’t feel broken anymore. He didn’t feel like a piece of him was missing. He felt whole again.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki chuckled softly when the other man rubbed his face clear of tears. He had a feeling he was going to cry, and honestly, the god had a welling in his chest that was daring to make tears spill. He inhaled deeply to prevent that, though, and replaced his tight chest with soft laughter instead, leaning forward and pressing his lips against the other man's again... and again... and once more just for good luck.

"It's okay..." he murmured into the other man's hair. "If you need to cry, you may..." he whispered, although his own voice was tight and strained with emotion, clinging to the man as he swore he never had before. He pulled him closer, their naked bodies entwining even more than they had been before. For the first time in a very long time, he felt content. He felt... happy (when was the last time he felt that way?). He felt as though nothing could ruin this moment. He clenched his eyes shut and ignored how shaky his inhale was. "I'm sorry."

[tony-theirongiant]

You're Still Here || Frostiron

[tony-theirongiant]

This had to be a dream. Hearing Loki’s laugh again after months of having it fading in his memory was like dunking his head into freezing cold water. It woke him up instantly and a shiver moved down his spine. But despite that, Tony felt his body warm and his smile lit up considerably.

But then their lips met and that’s when it all clicked. Tony pulled Loki a bit closer and placed his hand behind his lover’s neck. It was that slow soft kiss they’d share in the mornings, or the kind of kiss Loki would give him when Tony made two cups of coffee instead of one. It reminded him of the kiss they’d have when the movie was too boring and Tony was talking too much so Loki decided to quiet him for a few seconds. It was the kind of kiss that previously he’d taken for granted but now, he relished like a cup of water after a long dry trek through a desert.

And that’s when Tony felt it. Something was a bit too cold against his cheek and he knew the feel of metal. His hand moved out from behind Loki’s neck and he knew what it was before he had a chance to confirm it. He placed his fingers over his lover’s hand and the tips found the ring on his finger. His grip around Loki’s waist tightened. “Don’t go yet.” Tony muttered against the god’s lips. “Stay.”

[thelonelyloki-blog]

The god inhaled sharply once more when he felt the other's fingers go to his hand, and he knew he felt the ring. But Loki couldn't take it anymore, not wearing it. After his meltdown when Tony asked him if he was still wearing it, after he threw it across the room it had stayed there. It had stayed on the carpet across the room, gathering dust. Sometimes he walked over and sat next to it, just staring and thinking. Thinking about what he had done, the mess he had made. And then finally, the night previous he had picked it up and pressed it onto his finger. And the relief was immediate.

When he felt his grip tighten around his waist, the raven haired man felt... dreadful. He felt horrible because he had done this to the other man. He had made him into this fearful, paranoid human that he never was before and it was all his fault. What kind of monst- "I do not believe I could even if I wanted to," he said in a whisper, his voice a little thick. And how true his words were. 

[tony-theirongiant]

You're Still Here || Frostiron

[tony-theirongiant]

The moment he felt Loki shift, Tony had wondered how many seconds it would take for his lover to disappear again. However, shock clenched at his chest and forced his heart in his throat when the god moved closer and he felt the kiss in his hair. The leg that curled around his was what spurred Tony to hold Loki just a bit tighter as he pressed his face into his neck.

"Yeah. Pretty good morning so far." His voice was quiet and scratchy with the morning condition. Tony’s fingers traced their way down the god’s spine, tracing contours and muscles he had not yet forgotten. Tony took a deep breath, taking in Loki’s scent when it wasn’t mixed with the smells of arousal and sex. It was purely him. It was a scent he missed. Tony tilted is head back to look at the face of his fiance(?) and his hand slid against the man’s cheek. "Are you gonna let me kiss you or are you gonna bite my head off for trying?" he asked with a grin.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki did something that he hadn't done for a very, very long time--he laughed. It was soft, and barely there, but it was there, that was the point. It crinkled the corners of his eyes and filled his chest with warmth. How long had it been since he had last smiled? The man's humor was something that would always get to him, even if most of the time he didn't very well understand it. He pulled back and reached up with his left hand to cup the side of the other man's face, stroking it gently with his thumb.

There were so many things he wanted to say. So many apologies he knew he needed to make, but he didn't know if he could right then. So, instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently--not rough and hard like he had before, when he actually did--to Tony's lips, inhaling sharply through his nose. And it was then that Loki didn't understand why he had kept this from himself... He didn't understand why he had done what he did. Because this... well, this was like coming home. 

[tony-theirongiant]

You're Still Here || Frostiron

Last night had been just like the other visits. Loki had come in, they’d moved to the bedroom, and Tony hadn’t been allowed to speak. He always felt the tension in the room no matter how many times they did it. It was always off. There was always something wrong. It was like a bitter addiction that Tony couldn’t bring himself to break. He knew that if he were to fight back, speak out, or do something out of the ordinary, he’d probably scare Loki off. But he couldn’t bear to do that.

So he stayed silent and did as he was told. He waited for Loki’s next visit. It was never planned so he kept his time outside of his dorm as small as possible. He didn’t invite people over and every creak of a door or rustle of fabric would make Tony flinch but often times it would be Dumm-E or Tiny Tony playing around in his laundry or knocking something over. But when it was Loki, he slipped back into that obedient form he’d begun to adopt. Just for him.

Waking up that next morning, though, was different. Usually JARVIS would wake him as usual, give him the time, the weather, and a list of things he had to do that day. But this time, Tony woke up with the sun leaking through the window and shining annoyingly on his face. He winced and rubbed his eyes with a yawn before turning over and trying to find sleep again. However, when he turned, he found himself face to face with a sight he thought he’d never see again.

Loki was asleep beside him and it took several seconds for it to register in Tony’s brain that he was still there. He was never there in the mornings. He’d always wake up, having to wonder if last night was a dream or something but… there he was. He was still there.

Tony reached out his hand slowly, almost like in a trance. He gently ran a finger tip along a lock of hair. He felt it. He wasn’t dreaming. Loki was actually there sleeping in his bed. His heart jumped to his throat and Tony decided, for the first time in a while, to bite the bullet. Slowly, he scooted forwards and moved his arm under the god’s neck. His other arm was wrapping around his waist as he carefully tugged him closer. Loki wasn’t quite as warm as he remembered but he still felt the same. Tony let out a soft breath as he felt muscles loosen and his body relax. He could imagine, just for a little while, that things were alright.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki was tired of running.

Perhaps that was why he had stayed the night. Perhaps that was--while he watched the man he'd loved so deeply fall asleep--why he chose not to leave. It was so much different than when it was the first time. The first time, he just left right away. As soon as it was over. He had paced his room, horrified at himself for going in the first place. But then he waited. He just sat and waited, ignoring the lonesomeness that burdened his chest in the heaviest of ways until he couldn't take it anymore and he gave in again, going over there and doing it all over again. But each time he did he found himself staying longer and longer... Of course a minute seemed like an eternity in that time.

Soon it was near at least ten minutes he'd stay after, spent and laying over the man, panting heavily in his ear until his breathing finally calmed, he snapped out of it and he left. He told himself it wasn't doing anything emotion-wise for either of them, but he knew how wrong that was. He told himself eventually the other man would hate him for this. He would show up and Anthony would yell at him, tell him to leave, and he finally would. But he hadn't, and Loki was starting to question if the man ever would. 

So finally, he felt himself giving in. He couldn't take it anymore. He was tired of running from the one man who had ever put him first. He was tired of running from the love of his life. The man who shared his bond. He was done. 

That was why he stayed after the man had fallen asleep. That was why, as the sunlight jostled him awake, he blinked away sleep and found himself holding the other man. That was why instead of recoiling away, he pressed his face further into the inventor's hair and kissed it softly. That was why he'd put the ring back on the night prior to showing up.

Exhaling heavily, he wrapped one leg around the other man's, pulling him closer and even more flush against him. "Good morning," he murmured, waiting for the man's reaction. It would either end well or not, he merely had to wait and see. 

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Stuck In A Dream // Frostiron

[tony-theirongiant]

Tony’s heart was hammering against his chest as he watched the bottle of lube fly into Loki’s hand like some sort of yo-yo. Normally he would have commented, he would have said something that would lighten the mood, made them both smile and giggle into their passion. But Tony didn’t feel like smiling and it seemed that his lover wasn’t in the mood for it either. He was there for one thing and he wasn’t going to fight. He would give it to him. Whatever Loki wanted, he’d give it to him if that meant he could continue to touch him.

The finger that pressed into him wasn’t cold. It was a normal temperature but by contrast, it felt like he was being burned. Tony let his elbows fall out from underneath him and he laid flat on his back. He pressed his heels into the mattress and lifted his hips, offering Loki a better angle. He breathed slowly and kept his body loose, calling upon old techniques he’d thought he’d never use again. Tony found his eyes drawn to Loki’s face and that little peek of pearly white biting onto his lip was something that made the engineer’s mind run wild with pure and complete longing. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell him to keep going, but his voice died in his throat as he remembered Loki’s previous request. Tony closed his mouth again and grit his teeth, pushing up his hips and hoping he’d get the message. He didn’t want to make him mad. He didn’t want his lover to leave again.

[thelonelyloki-blog]

Loki swallowed hard, although he did it in a way that wouldn't be noticeable to the other man. Because he had never done this before, and god, he was a little bit nervous. His icy countenance and the way about him aside, he didn't know what in the nine realms he was doing. He was just going off of what he had done to him. He took a breath and pushed in another finger, scissoring them as the other man had done with him so many times before. He didn't ignore the way the man seemed to push his hips forward, and every noise he got out of him he devoured.

He worked him until he felt as though he was to the point it would be fine and inhaled deeply, moving on his knees forward until his pelvis was flush against the other man's ass. He used some of the lube to lube himself up with a few short strokes before exhaling as his eyes flickered forward to meet the other man's. And after releasing his bottom lip (his concentration getting a little deeper), looking down to make sure he did this right, he pressed the head of his cock into the other man, huffing out a breath that escaped him and blinking a few times, his facade cracking for a mere moment because he'd, well, never felt this before.