Hulk was on a rampage. So far, four blocks had been destroyed and he gave no indication that he was going to stop any time soon. The Avengers affected the situation very little. They had no inclination to hurt Bruce and there was no known way to stop him. Tony Stark, however, had an idea. "You need to release him," he told Fury. "He's the only one who can stop Bruce." "If I recall correctly, he was the one to start this," Fury frowned. "That's why he's locked up in the first place." "Just trust me in this," Tony demanded. "Fine," Fury sighed. "But if this backfires, I want your head on a silver platter." "Not going to be necessary," Tony shouted as he ran out of the office. He reached the room he was searching for and flung the door open. "Let's go, Reindeer Games." Loki looked up and frowned. "What?" He asked. "You two say you love each other," Tony stated. "Let's test that theory." Loki nodded and followed him out. "Hold on to your antlers," Tony shouted as he took hold of Loki and blasted into the air. They landed in front of the Hulk and Loki stared at Bruce, at the love of his life. Hulk spotted him and walked forward. Loki stepped back, all his usual grace gone, and tripped, falling on his back. He stared at the green rage monster and fear clouded his face. Hulk got closer and looked into his eyes. "Bruce," Loki pleaded. "Please." The fear in his voice and the look in his eyes broke Bruce's heart. So much so that he began to return to normal. He collapsed into Loki's arms and looked up at the blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he said hoarsely. "No, it is my fault," Loki told him. "I drew out the beast." Bruce just smiled at him and Loki smiled back, brushing hair out of Bruce's face. He pressed a tender kiss to the scientist's forehead, one that was more intimate than another kiss they had ever shared. "I love you," he whispered, like it was their own little secret, like it had to be protected. In many ways, though, that was very true. "Every part of you. Even the Hulk." Bruce looked into his eyes and tears gathered in his own as he saw how much Loki meant it. Everything, every doubt, every criticism towards them, every insult, melted away in that revelation. They sank to the ground, Bruce still in Loki's arms, and ignored the chaos around them. "I love you," he muttered. "With every part of me. Even the Big Guy." Loki smiled and gently caressed Bruce's cheek. The touch was gentle and hesitant, as if he were afraid that Bruce would vanish before his very eyes. He still thought that this was all some complex dream, that it wasn't real. The kiss they shared that day was innocent and chaste. It was just a simple seal of their love, a promise that it was real.
