Rescuing The Rescuer.
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teofseTitle: Rescuing The Rescuer.
Author: Teofse
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Loki/Tony
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark
Rating: G.
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Marvel (both comics and movies). No money is being made out of this work.
A/N: Unbetaed. Post Avengers AU, disregards Iron Man 3 and Thor: TDW. This is the next installment of my adventdrabbles 2014 series No Time For Sentiment. Prompt 7: Sparkling Cider.
Summary: Loki had been shocked by the speed with which Stark came to his aid, arriving at his location in full Iron Man regalia within minutes of his 'call'.
Rescuing The Rescuer.
Loki sat on one of the unbearably uncomfortable plastic chairs in the Hospital's waiting room while Stark filled out a staggering amount of forms on the stranger's behalf. He'd been more than a little shocked by the speed with which the Avenger came to his aid, arriving at his location in full Iron Man regalia within ten minutes of Loki's original 'call'.
He'd dealt with the situation with the same teasing irreverence with which he did everything else. One second praising Loki for the apparently 'unhealthy commitment to sports' that had led him to the streets on a night like this and disparaging the unforgivable 'rudeness' of the guy who'd interrupted his 'invigorating walk' by overindulging in sparkling cider the next.
Loki had found the frankly puzzling babble somewhat soothing, since it filled the utter silence that surrounded them with... something... while Stark's J.A.R.V.I.S scanned the stranger and declared him to be 'merely unconscious and slowly recovering from severe hypothermia.'
Iron Man's red and gold head had reared up at that, square glowing eyes swiveling towards him until they found his own gaze and proceeded to study him with only the Norns knew what expression hidden under impassive metal.
“I take it the green glow around Sleeping Beauty is your doing?”
Apprehension had settled heavily in the pit of Loki's stomach upon hearing that strangely rough-toned question and he couldn't have held back the anxious query that accompanied his hesitant nod of assent even if he'd tried.
“Has it harmed him? I aimed for gentleness but mortal bodies are so... delicate. I wasn't certain he could sustain magical healing, but he'd disrobed in this cold and was freezing to death. I had to do something, Stark.”
“Hey, calm down.” Iron Man's unexpectedly light metal glove settled on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly, making Loki's hopelessly besotted heart pound at the uncharacteristic gentleness of the gesture. “Nobody blames you for anything. You just saved this dude's life.”
The loud screeching of the chair next to his brought Loki out of his thoughts and he lifted tired green eyes to stare directly into Stark's assessing gaze. The Avenger must have finished with the forms while he'd been looking blindly down at the case that housed the Iron Man's portable suit, pondering the events that had left him siting here, and now there was nothing left to do that would keep their interaction on a strictly business level.
“Stark...” He started hesitantly, planning to thank the mortal for his aid before teleporting back home as soon as politeness allowed, but the impossible creature interrupted him almost instantly.
“You look beat, man.” He said, lifting a confident hand to loop a lock of ebony hair behind Loki's swiftly reddening ear in a touch that seared every one of his nerve-endings and robbed him of his ability to speak. “I don't care how much your pride stings at the idea of camping out at my place, but you're coming with me, Reindeer. You may not need to be there, but I want to have you near, OK?”
Shock surged through Loki's veins like a stormy wave and he stared dumbly at the mortal, utterly stumped.
“Why would you want such a thing?” He questioned and his puzzled curiosity found no relief whatsoever when Stark shook his head in apparent despair, smiled at him disarmingly and whispered with soft-eyed gentleness:
“That's the wrong question, sweetheart. But I'll help you figure it out by asking you the right one: why wouldn't I want you, Loki?”
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on 2014-12-07 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2014-12-08 02:22 am (UTC)I'm chuffed you're still loving this , agnes. Thanks, as usual, for your gorgeous comment. :)
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on 2014-12-12 05:41 am (UTC)It'll be all right. *pushes him into Tony's arms*
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on 2014-12-13 12:46 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reading this story so far. I'm really glad you're enjoying it. :)