AN I just recently saw the move The Avengers and I could not help myself….I reaaaaaaallly wanted to write a story with Tony Stark….and then I found the ship of Loki and him (seriously watch this: www. Youtube watch? v=3nkb3bBeQlk) and well this popped up in my head. I still need to have it completely beta'd, so please try to ignore the spelling mistakes.

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Tony Stark was not in a good mood. No, scratch that: he was in an epically bad mood. His day had started of crappy enough with a heavy thunderstorm, then proceeded to ruin one of his favorite suits by getting coffee on it and to top it off he had a meeting with the rest of the Avengers. Normally a meeting with the team of misfits didn't have him in such a dark mood. They were fun people in general and he liked them well enough, but the news he had received during the meeting had been bad to say the least. Thor had joined them to inform them of his brother's release. Two years after the whole "let's take over the earth" episode and Loki was already free to go. It pissed Tony off. If they had kept him on earth he wouldn't have gotten off so easy.

Shrugging off his jacket he went straight for the alcohol. He needed it today. He didn't even have Pepper to get him in a better mood. No, she had left six months ago and didn't come back after that. While they had been great friends, lovers and co-workers she had needed something more, a family. While Tony claimed to be many things; a family man wasn't one of them. Pepper was great, but he would not stop being Iron Man and she did not want a father that was constantly putting himself at risk. That was a part of his life she would never truly understand, but it was too big a part of him to let go of for her.

"Jarvis, give me the weather report for tonight. I want to know if I can actually go flying tonight." He told his AI. Technically he could go flying in every type of weather, but he hated thunderstorms. "You are advised to stay indoors sir; hard winds and a thunderstorm are to hit the city in the next twenty minutes." The computer answered him. He poured another glass of whiskey after that. It was going to be a long night. Crashing on the couch with the bottle he turned on the TV with the clear intention of getting plastered and watching crappy shows. He only was able to have one more glass before Jarvis interrupted his mindless actions.

"Sir, there is unusual activity on the terrace. There seems to be some kind of unknown energy field." The AI warned him. He was immediately on alert. Energy fields and unknown activity often meant something that did not come from earth. He was preparing to call Dummy when he saw a flash of black and green.

"Jarvis give me the camera images of the roof." He commanded and watched the images come to life on the screen. He was right; Loki had come to his tower once again. The man was however nothing like how he had left the building two years ago. Instead of the stately person he had been then, he now seemed to be leaning heavily on his scepter and stumbling slightly on the wet ground outside. The man looked utterly broken. While it seemed a bit much to go greet the god as Iron Man, he did not feel the need to go without any form of protection. He put on the bracelets to attach Dummy and made sure that Jarvis knew he could intervene in any way necessary should the dark haired man become a threat. With that being done he opened the door to the terrace where said man had just raised his hand to knock.

"Well, well. If it isn't the God of Mischief. Come to try and take over the earth once again?" He leaned against the doorpost.

"I come in peace Midgardian. I have come a long way for this, so would you mind if we took this conversation inside?" Face to face the man looked even more haggard than the video images had shown. There truly seemed no more strength left in the god.

"Be my guest." He told the soaking wet Loki as he made a grant gesture with his arm, stepping out of his way. It probably was a stupid idea to let him in, but Tony could not quite ignore the prospect of finally something interesting going on.

"Thank you." The other man mumbled as he passed the smaller of the two.

"Want a drink?" He held up the tumbler with his favorite amber liquid.

"I will have to decline." The god of lies was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, tensing whenever the rumbling sound of thunder came.

"No offence man, but you look like shit. What did you do? Piss someone off in that lovely prison of yours?"

"I'm afraid that two years of torture will have effects on even a god. Believe me Mr. Stark when I say that the gods are quite creative when it comes to torture. We have had ages to perfect it." Loki replied, trying to make it sound like a daily occurrence. Tony was silent for a moment. He himself had been at the hands of torture for almost a month and had hardly managed to stay sane, how would he have survived two years?

"Well let's get down to business; to what do I owe this dubious pleasure of your company?" Ignoring the previous comment seemed like a good idea.

"I came to thank you. While you may not like the idea of helping me in any way, your destruction of the Chitauri has saved me from a painful ending of my life and I am grateful to you."

He, Tony Stark, had actually helped out Loki god of mischief? It was a big idea to wrap his head around.

"Well don't think I did it for you. You are lucky that Thor took you back to wherever the hell you guys come from. You wouldn't have gotten off this easy if you had stayed here."

A sudden light appeared in Loki's eyes, which disappeared just as quickly. As if he had some bad epiphany. "I see. My brother has finally learned how to keep his mouth shut about things. Funny how he should learn that when it's in regard to what he put me through." The bitterness nearly had Iron Man feeling a need to comfort the god. Nearly.

"Well you can hardly say you did not deserve any of it." Another glass went down his throat and for a moment Tony remembered the fact that he was in the same room with a psychopath and staying sober would be smart, then the liquid burnt it all away.

"Tell me Stark; did you ever have your mouth sowed shut?" The god hissed. "Did you ever have poison in your eyes, feeling thee burn for the entire time of your punishment. Have you ever…" The man stopped, gasping for breath as if stuck in a nightmare.

Tony knew that look on his face; he had seen it on his own face right after he had escape from hell. He would say post-traumatic stress syndrome, but he was talking to a god here.

"Forgive me, I just came to apologize and here I am making accusations. I will take my leave now." The Asgardian seemed to be at a loss for a moment, before moving toward the doors to the terrace.

"Where will you go?" He genuinely wanted to know. He did not get the impression the god was very much liked anywhere.

"Wherever it pleases me." Came the cryptic reply. The doors opened, blowing in a lot of rain and cold air. Loki turned around once more. "Thank you, Tony Stark. For listening to me and not attempting to kill me on sight." With those parting words he walked out.

The genius billionaire followed him to the door, watching as the man made his way to an open piece of terrace. For a moment nothing happened and then his scepter started to glow and the image of the god started to shimmer. Something seemed to go wrong however as the man once again became solid before collapsing on the ground. Cursing under his breath Tony debated for a second what to do now. He could call Thor to pick up his way ward brother, but somehow that didn't seem right. He could lock the god up in one of his many rooms and punish him Stark style for trying to take over the earth, but clearly Loki had been damaged enough. The last option wasn't one he liked, but did seem the best. When had his day decided that he just did not get enough shit thrown at him? With a final curse Tony rushed outside to the fallen raven haired magician. He slung one of the limp arms around his neck and dragged the unconscious man inside, which he dumped unceremoniously on the couch. He was surprised to find blood on his hands. It certainly wasn't his blood. Unfastening a couple of the buttons of the rather ridiculous outfit he found the source of the red liquid. A large gash ran from just below Loki's ribs to his hipbone. It seemed to have been left unattended and clearly had just been ripped open again. Next to the wound were countless of bruises and scars. He remembered Thor and how he never seemed to have a scratch on him after battle. How much had they done to this god to have him in such a state. One thing was clear though, he needed to be fixed.

"Jarvis!" Tony called as he realized once again that this would be a long night.

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