Stane went to prison. Tony sat at the trial, jaw clenched.
Then he went home and he cried and cried.
“There, there,” Clint said, gathering Tony up in his wings.
“It’ll be okay.”
Clint ran his fingers through Tony’s hair, repeating, “It
will. I thought things would never be okay and then this weird kid kept me from
dying. So don’t worry—it’ll be okay.”
Tony sniffled, clutching Clint’s feathers in his hands. “’m
getting your feathers all wet.”
“It’s okay,” Clint said, even though he hated getting his
feathers wet. Natasha was approaching with his security blanket, holding it up
like she was preparing to catch a wild animal. “Don’t—”
She threw the blanket. It hit them with a dull thud.
“AGH FUCK,” Clint shouted as the weighted blanket threw him
off-balance, sending him backward off of the couch’s arm.
Hulk caught them though, so it was okay. It was worth it to
see Natasha look offended when Hulk stared at her in disbelief.
“Stane was found dead today,” Agent Coulson informed him.
Tony grasped the front of his shirt in his hands, twisting
the fabric anxiously as he searched to feel—something. Mostly he just felt
numb. Even now, months later, almost a year, he had trouble feeling anything
when it came to Obi—to Stane. Mostly because his first response was despair. He
was afraid that was maybe all he could feel about it. “Oh?”
“Yes,” Agent Coulson said pleasantly. “Frightened to death,
Tony felt cold down to his bones. “That—no. That’s not
possible,” he stuttered out immediately, because—the monsters were vengeful but
they weren’t—weren’t stupid about it.
“Well, it was technically a heart attack,” Agent Coulson
allowed, tilting his head thoughtfully. “However his expression when he was
found spoke of unexplainable terror.”
“Maybe he was realizing what he’d done to me and was sorry,”
Tony tried, straightening his shoulders.
Agent Coulson held up a dark purple feather as long as his
forearm. “This was found in his cell.”
Tony gripped his shirt tighter. Oh. Oh no. This was just—this was just another bad thing and he had
no idea how he was going to—to explain this away, to make it plausible. He had…
he had already lost so much. Too much. He couldn’t stand to lose the monsters,
Agent Coulson was still holding the feather out to him. Tony
blinked at him, wary, before carefully reaching out and taking the feather from
“And here I thought it was only a spider infestation,” Agent
Coulson mused. “Birds too.”
“They’re not—” Tony began angrily, then swallowed it back
down, scowling. “…They keep the pests away.”
There was an ominous creak of floorboards down the hall, but
no one was there. Tony tightened his grip on his shirt so much the cloth
threatened to tear.
Agent Coulson continued to smile the smile of a man in no
danger at all. “Mr. Stark, you should probably be aware that my taser is
capable of taking down a monster.”
There was a pause, and then a long, angry screech before
Steve came bursting out of nowhere, lunging at Agent Coulson, all shimmering
scales and flashing fangs.
Tony’s hands fluttered over Steve’s body nervously. “Steve,
are you okay?”
Steve stared up at the ceiling blankly. “Did I die?”
“No,” Agent Coulson said, leaning over him. “Just a very
concentrated electric shock. You should be fine in a moment.”
Steve blinked at him slowly. “…When I’m fine, I’m going to
sink my fangs into your chest and shoot venom directly into your heart.”
Agent Coulson rolled his eyes. “Because that worked out for you
so well this time.”
“I’m prepared for the shock now,” Steve insisted. “I’ll
“Honey, that’s not how bodies work,” Tony told him.
“Is this how everyone else feels in your lab? No wonder
everyone has no problem following the rule to keep out.” Steve stared at the
ceiling a moment longer before turning to look at Tony directly. “Are you sure
I didn’t die for a moment?”
“You could have, Tony wouldn’t know,” Natasha said from the
ceiling, making the brunet let out a yelp of fright. “Although you’re breathing
now so probably not.”
“Natasha,” Tony exclaimed exasperatedly.
Agent Coulson frowned. “That is the biggest arachnid monster
I’ve ever seen.”
“He offered me soup when he was sixteen and I decided not to
eat him,” Natasha said.
Agent Coulson, who had kept up his mild expression the
entire time, took a moment to clutch his chest, because holy shit.
You’re gonna tell everyone you meet that?!” Tony exclaimed, incensed.
Natasha shrugged. “It’s the best explanation of how stupid
and guileless you are.”
“Pepper can’t believe how often you almost died as a kid, of
course she cried.”
There was the tapping of claws on the floor before Bucky
appeared in the doorway. “Hey, what’s going—oh, is this a new friend?”
replied immediately, including Agent Coulson, and then Steve added, “He fucking
“…You probably deserved it,” Bucky reasoned, making the
Agent Coulson tilted his head as they began to bicker and
Tony and Natasha decided to ignore them. “SHIELD has been aware of the abnormal
amounts of monster activity around your mansion but we never would have thought
it was from so many monsters.”
Tony twisted his fingers anxiously. “Well, um—”
Clint poked his head out of the living room. “What’s going
Agent Coulson stared at Tony, stone-faced.
“Maybe we should go sit down,” Tony suggested weakly.
Phil pinched bridge of his nose—it was Phil, now that he
knew that Tony had what was basically a home for wayward monsters and that Tony
knew that Phil knew that monsters of all classifications existed—and sighed.
“You have—you have old monsters here.”
“Well, uh, just—just the one, the other just—visits.”
“He rescued me in Afghanistan.”
Phil paused. “…Well, that answers that question.”
“They’re not that bad,” Tony insisted after a moment. “Loki
is—he’s definitely worried about his own interests first, but… but he did send
his brother to rescue me. So there’s that.”
Phil turned to look at Bruce, who was quietly nursing a cup
of tea. “And you’re… Bruce Banner. You’ve been missing for decades. We’ve been searching for you.”
“I’m more monster than human now,” Bruce explained quietly. “If
you want to know where I was, maybe look into a General Ross.” He looked up suddenly,
eyes hard. “But I’m staying here. There’s no place left for me in the world.
Everyone I knew is in their nineties or dead. I’m going to outlive everyone I
meet. I’m going to outlive—” He cut himself off, swallowed it back, but
everyone at the table knew the name he’d meant to say was Tony.
“Ha,” Tony said weakly. “I’m not that special. You’ll get
“Hardly,” a voice drawled from the doorway, and everyone
jerked toward it.
Loki wrinkled his nose when he noticed Phil go for his
taser. He stepped into the kitchen slowly, eyes lingering just a second on the
arc reactor in Tony’s chest, before he reached out to take Bruce’s cup of tea. His
antlers just barely skimmed the light fixtures.
Tony glanced at Phil and frowned when he saw the white-knuckled
grip he had on his taser. “I don’t think that would do any good against an old
“It wouldn’t,” Loki said pleasantly, taking a sip of tea
from Bruce’s mug. He tilted his head thoughtfully as he looked at Phil. “…You
reek of a monster as well, Son of Coul.”
“It’s just Coulson,” Phil began, then stopped himself,
looking very tired. “Jesus Christ.”
Tony blinked at him curiously. “You know a monster?”
Phil sighed, leaning his chin on his hand as he thought
about how to respond, before he casually asked, “Have you heard of the Erinyes?”
Everyone at the table stared at him blankly, except for
Loki, who did a grand imitation of a spouting whale and spewed tea everywhere,
but mostly on himself.
“They have also been called Furies,” Phil added.
“I’ve met a Director Fury,” Tony said slowly. “He
“He’s older than your friend Loki,” Phil said, and Loki
immediately tensed back up again. He gave the old monster a long, intense
stare. “Do you think for one moment that a creature as old and clever as a Fury
would not learn to change to a form that suits it?”
Clint’s head swung back and forth between them before he
finally opened his mouth. “Is it bigger than Loki too? I wanna see ‘em fight.”
“Clint,” Natasha and Tony sighed.
“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” Clint chanted, bobbing on the
back of Bucky’s chair. Bucky swatted at him but he was mostly smiling.
“I will not fight a Fury!” Loki squawked indignantly. “—Not
that I would find it hard to make her rue the day—”
“Nobody’s fighting anyone, oh my God!” Tony exclaimed
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Clint continued to chant. Steve soon
joined in. “Fight! Fight!”
“Oh my God,” Tony
hissed, holding his head in his hands.
“Anthony,” Loki said later that night.
Tony rolled his eyes. “I’ve told Clint that you’re not
“What? Of course I would never—” Loki took a deep breath,
then let it back out his nose slowly.
Sometimes he had to remind himself that Clint was—sick. In
the head, sometimes in the heart. It had granted Clint the ability to sense
people’s ill intent better than even Loki could, but it had—warped him somehow,
made him mean or clingy in turns. He would offer to help with his magic, but
Clint didn’t trust him except to roost on his antlers. Tony was probably the
only person he trusted completely besides Hulk. Hulk had proved he was quite
protective of all of the people in the mansion, though, including Rhodes and
“I came for a different reason,” Loki continued, eyes
flicking down to the glowing blue light in his chest before back up to his
Tony frowned, self-conscious, and set his tablet aside to cover
the reactor with his hands. “I know you don’t like it—”
“It is killing you,” Loki cut in, because he didn’t want to
waste time on nonsense everyone already knew—he didn’t keep it a secret that
the reactor freaked him out.
Tony’s fingers twitched up toward his neck before his palms
pressed back down to the reactor. “I don’t—well.” He’d been drinking the
smoothies that JARVIS had suggested, but the dark lines of his veins probably
didn’t disappear as quickly as he might have liked, and he’d been searching for
a new element, but… it wasn’t working. He wouldn’t have enough time. “Yeah,” he
answered quietly. “Nothing is really—working.”
“I can help you,” Loki said magnanimously, then paused. “…I
can try and help you. Thor’s aid
would be required.”
Tony smiled sadly. “You don’t have to do that, Loki. I know
you hate it.”
Loki tilted his head, thinking about his response. Any way
he turned it, the answer would give away too much. But then, the alternative
was Tony dying. He didn’t much like the idea of that, either. “I find your presence…
good. Humans are very… They are too bright and loud and selfish. But you are
not. You are… You are the brightest,
and the loudest, but in the end you
have never been selfish.” He gave Tony a long look. “You deserve to live.”
“Aw,” Tony said around the lump in his throat. “Loki.”
“Loki is quite compassionate underneath all his frost!” Thor
chortled as he came into the room.
Loki’s face immediately soured. “Thor.”
“You called for me, brother!” Thor said delightedly. “That is
twice in one decade! Why, that is more than you have called on me in a single
Loki decided not to deign Thor with an answer. “If you would
allow me to work a little magic,” he offered instead, turning back to Tony.
Tony frowned, his fingers pressing harder to the reactor.
“But I thought you couldn’t. Your magic—it doesn’t work well with technology.”
“Loki’s magic does not work particularly well with my
hammer, either,” Thor said, holding up a huge hammer with a ridiculously short
handle. “But you have proven yourself worthy to me, Anthony. I hope that the Lady
Mjolnir has found you equally worthy.”
Tony stared at him silently. He didn’t see a lady in the
room with them, but it would be just his luck if she was invisible or too small
for his pathetic human eyes.
“I need your—heart,” Loki said after a moment. He held his
Tony politely did not point out the old monster’s fingers
were trembling. Instead he carefully twisted the arc reactor unlocked, pulled
it from his chest. He flinched when he saw how burned out the palladium core
was. He’d need to—put a new one in soon. God, he felt so sick at just the
thought. “Don’t—don’t pull out the cord.”
Loki took a deep breath before carefully taking the reactor
into his hands. Green sparks flickered over his fingers, but he carefully kept
the magic from the metal. “Thor.”
“Aye,” Thor said, coming to stand beside him, and lifted the
hammer over his head.
Tony’s eyes flickered from the hammer back to the reactor in
Loki’s hands. Oh God. He wasn’t going to crush
it, was he?! “Um, I don’t think—”
There was a crash of thunder, and Tony jumped. Then a flash
of lightning coming from—the hammer?! Oh God he was going to die.
“She has deemed him worthy,” Thor said proudly. “She allows
your magic, Loki.”
Loki nodded, and the magic sparking over his fingers leapt
onto the reactor.
Tony couldn’t help jerking in surprise, because it didn’t
hurt but it didn’t feel particularly good
Lightning flashed from the hammer again. Tony writhed,
terrified, hands reaching out for the reactor to take it back, to protect it
Loki shoved the reactor back into his hands, and he clutched
at it, scrambling to put it back into his chest, get it away from them. It clicked home, locking into place, and he lunged
across the couch away from them. Not that it mattered—Loki had skittered away,
arms wrapped around his waist tightly, shivering. Thor had taken a large step
back, looking no worse for wear, but giving him much needed space.
“…What did you do,” Tony asked shakily, covering the reactor
with his hands again. “What—what did you do?”
“Mjolnir has found you worthy,” Thor repeated. “She has
given you a piece of herself to use in your…” He paused, then waved at the
brunet’s chest. “Loki has used his magic to make it compatible with your
“A piece of herself,” Tony repeated blankly. “What does that
even mean?…Are you talking about your fucking hammer?!”
Thor frowned at him severely. “Mjolnir is not just a hammer,
“Oh, uh, I apologize, Lady Mjolnir. What is. What is the
protocol. When you’re talking to a hammer.”
“To a star,” Thor corrected. “She was forged out of the
heart of a dying star.”
Tony did not tell him that he had no idea how to talk to a
star either. “—Wait, wait.” He looked down at the reactor, than back up at the
two old monsters, eyes flicking between them frantically. “You said—you said
she gave me a piece of herself—”
“She has deemed you worthy,” Loki said, tossing his hair
over his shoulder and acting as if he did not just use the most advanced magic
he’d done in centuries. “So she gave up some of her ore to replace your…
pledium.” He opened his free hand, showing the burnt remains of the palladium
core. He dropped it on the coffee table. “Mjolnir’s ore will last thousands of
Tony smiled sadly. “Good thing I’ll only need it for one.”
Thor clapped a hand on his shoulder. “But a good long one!
…Oh, Anthony, I’m sorry—”
“It’s fine,” Tony wheezed from the floor.
Loki laughed. It physically pained him that Thor was the
“You smell like coconut,” Steve mumbled, rubbing his cheek
over Tony’s chest.
Tony paused, his fingers stilling in Steve’s hair. “Yeah?”
“Mm.” Steve nuzzled his nose against the casing for the
reactor. “It’s nice.” He turned as Bucky padded into the room, picking his
teeth with one of Clint’s feathers. “Hey, Bucky, Tony smells like coconut now.”
Bucky paused, letting the feather drop to the floor. “Yeah?”
“From the thingy,” Steve explained, knocking on the reactor.
Bucky came over and shoved his cold nose against his chest,
making him yelp and squirm for a moment. “Hey, it does! Good job, thingy. This
is much better than burnt popcorn.”
Tony wondered if anyone besides Natasha and Bruce would ever
remember what it was called. He was glad he hadn’t told them that it was
failing, though. He shuddered to think of all the mothering that would have
resulted in. It was a wonder he’d hidden the poisoning for so long.
Bucky paused in his snuffling. “Are you okay?” he asked
after a moment.
“…Yeah,” Tony replied, moving one hand from
Steve’s head onto Bucky’s to draw him back down.
Thousands of human
lifetimes, Loki had said.
Tony closed his eyes and just enjoyed Steve’s kisses around
the reactor and Bucky’s little licks across his collarbone. It only needed to
“One of the most interesting conversations Chris [Hemsworth] and I kept having was, ‘What does Loki want in the end?’ What does he want? I was unable to come up with a definitive answer. Perhaps because I don’t think Loki even knows. He’s become so accustomed to occupying opposition. Whatever the status quo is, he’s opposed to it. That’s why he’s a trickster, a shapeshifter, a deceiver, a strategist, a manipulator.” (Hiddleston)
Authors Notes: I’m so pumped for this. I really hope you guys like it!! This is all going to be written from Loki’s POV I think but If that changes I’ll let you know.
Notes/Warnings: boredom, being annoyed, light drinking (I’m writing this as though the reader is of legal age to drink. I do not condone underage drinking, y’all. If you’re underage…pretend I wrote grape juice.) flirting.
Word Count: 1.2K +
This was, by far, the stupidest thing he’d ever not agreed to do. Too bad Thor was the face of the band; anything he agreed to, the rest of them had to endure. Although, Loki seemed to be the only not enjoying this, at the moment. Another contest, another group of adoring fans who wouldn’t shut up and another night of watching all the girls practically draping themselves across Thor, Volstagg and Fandral.
Another publicity stunt was the real reason for such an unpleasant evening. Radio stations across the country had held contests to send a fan from their area to the Odinson’s house for an evening of “food, wine and a good time”. Repulsive.
“That’s right, Folks. If you call in right now you could win an all expense paid trip out to the Odinson Manor. Home of the baddest, most raging rock band, The Ravens. You’ll get to meet the whole band and dine with them at their very own dinner table. And, ladies, need I remind you that they’re all single?”
So, here Loki sat at the end of the table, lounging in his elaborately-molded, dark wood chair. He frowned out at the twenty faces that had traveled from all over the country for their chance to win the heart of one of The Ravens. The lights from the candelabras on the table cast eerie shadows across his face, dancing around the dark hair the fell over one of his piercing green eyes.
This is Loki! An unlucky fox who has a weird fox tail. He always gets into, what he calls, tiny accidents, such as almost dying in a car crash or getting bitten by a shark. He might be unlucky, but you can’t stop thinking that he’s actually the luckiest fox for still surviving after all these things happening to him. He’s also an old friend of Dox.