Near To You

A/N: FROSTIRON! LOL my first Avengers fic and first frostiron fic... please r&r! i love constructive critisism. Also, listen to No Light, No Light by Florence+The Machine. it's Loki's song. :)

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Chapter 1: Captured

Tony fell down, gasping as his body collided with the hard stone floor. The man who threw him down laughed, spitting terrible words in Russian that Stark had no hope of understanding.

This could get bad,he grimanced, remembering his last encounter with captivity. The man who had dumped Tony on the ground had left before Tony could call some snarky thank you after him.

The billionaire sighed, working up the will to sit up. He had been in his tower merely a day ago, unaware of the plans forming to his capture. All he wanted was a nice comfy bed and instead he had a stony cell with a couple blankets to fight off the cold.

Where the fuck am I?

He finally sat up and looked around the cell. It was damp and dark. Charming. He grunted, pulling himself over to the two blankets, wrapping one around himself, annoyed by the thin fabric.

"Fucking barbarians," he grumbled to himself. Then he froze, hearing shuffling in the corner of the toom that was most cast in shadow. He gulped, praying the Russians hadn't locked him up with a beast of any kind.

He was looking around for any loose stones to use as weapons and was feeling the tendrils of terror creep into his heart when, suddenly, a pale and weak green light illuminated the room brighter than the two security lights on the floor by the door. The source of the light was none other than Loki, the asshole god whose plans he and his team had been thwarting. Tony stiffened, jumping to his feet but relaxed a bit when he realized the god was just sitting there, his body awkwardly twisted and clearly supported by the wall. Tony watched as the hand holding the flickering flame shook from the obvious exertion of doing so. He frowned, taking in the dark rings under Loki's eyes and the fresh and old lacerations covering every part of his body that was exposed from the torn casual clothing of Asgard-clothes not unsimilar to what Thor sometimes wore. Tony's eyes focused on the two green orbs staring at him, they shone a mixture of disdain, pain, and exhaustion.

Tony cleared his throat, "Um, hi. Come here often?" His voice shook slightly, ruining his attempt at humor and betraying his own exhaustion and fear.

The god let out a sigh, closing his eyes, either to remain calm or out of exhaustion Tony didn't know. "Stark. Of all the mortals I could be stuck with." With that, the god let his hand drop weakly, the flame still glowing, but barely.

Tony felt a tinge of concern, despite himself, and took a few steps closer, stopping when the god's eyes snapped open and sent him a chilling glare, or what would have been chilling if it wasn't so halfhearted and pained.

"Relax, big guy. I can't possibly hope to injure you without my suit," Tony grumbled, a bit begrudgedly. He then closed the distance between himself and the weakened god, not missing the flash of uncertainity in Loki's eyes. He reached out nervously to feel the god's head, frowning at the feverish skin. "What'd they do to you?" he muttered, mostly to himself.

Loki closed his eyes again, aparently giving up on watching his enemy. Tony huffed slightly, annoyed a bit at the lack of a threat he was. Then he tore the blanket he was using into strips, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was nagging at him for even considering helping this murderer.Aren't I one too?

When the blanket was completely reduced to a pile of strips, Stark calmly reached out and took hold of Loki's wrist which held the flame. He didn't think about what he was doing as he used the light to discover and wrap the worst of the injuries on the sorcerer. When he had all but one particularly bad laceration bound, he observed that he still had a bunch of scraps left and momentarily mooned over the idea of still havingsomeblanket left but shrugged the thought off.

While he had been binding the god's wounds, the only acknowledgement Tony recieved that Loki was aware of what Tony was doing was the occasional hiss or slight whimper when the man would accidentally be too rough. Tony couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart at each sound and would mutter quiet "sorry"'s before continuing. But the instant Tony touched the deepest and most painful looking laceration, the god's eyes shot open and his free hand grasped Tony's wrist, no doubt leaving a bruise, and the look the god gave him was feverish and desperate.

Tony initially bristled at the reaction, but once he saw the look in those emerald eyes, his face relaxed into a gentle expression. He gently laid down the arm with the fire and began to pry the god's long and usually strong fingera from around his wrist. "It's okay, kid. I won't hurt you too badly. Just count to ten and I'll be done," He resisted the urge to smile at himslelf as he repeated the words a doctor would say before tearing off a bandaid.

Loki eyed him nervously but let the man pry his fingers off. Tony met those green eyes with the most reassuring look he could muster. Then he returned to binding the god's torso where the wound was. While he was doing so, he didn't miss the sharp intake of breath from his patient, nor did he miss the trembling exhale when he'd finished.

"There," he smiled, "Wasn't so bad, hm?" The green flame sputtered out, but Tony coulfld still see the glowing eyes of his fellow prisoner.

Loki's gaze was penitrating as he gave the billionaire a confused look.

"Why-"

Tony held up a hand, cutting off the question he had no answer to. "You're welcome." Then he stood up, grunting as his muscles creaked to life after kneeling so long on the cold ground. He walked over to the other blanket and brought it back, spreading it over the injured man. "Rest up, you look like death," he grumbled, before walking to the opposite wall and sinking to the ground, begrudgedly accepting the cold, unrestful sleep he had condemned himself to. He closed his eyes and tried to drift off, listening to the ragged breathing of the god accross from him. After about ten minutes of shivering, Tony opened his eyes and saw that the god was, and probably had been, staring at him. He shifted uncomfortably under the calm green stare. He was debating shooting a snide remark off when the god slowly blinked and sighed.

"Come here, Stark," Loki muttered.

Tony hesitated, unsure what he'd heard. "Um."

Loki growled softly, "I'd rather not have to get up myself." His voice was strained with exhaustion and Tony wrinkled his nose at the pity he felt for the god.

"Fine." He sighed, teeth chattering. He pushed himself up and stumbled over to the trickster who hadn't moved an inch. Tony remembered that the position Loki was in was probably not comfortable. Without thinking, Tony crouched and lifted the god into an undoubtably more comfortable position. Loki hissed at the movement but didn't resist the readjustment. When he finished, Tony stood to move away again but Loki caught his arm and pulled him tumbling onto him.

Loki laughed slightly as Tony swore, pushing himself off the injured man, "What-"

"Just get under the blanket before I change my mind, human." Loki's eyes twinkled slightly with mirth as he watched the human take in what he was offering him. Tony hesitated but Loki growled again, "There is no way I can sleep with your teeth chattering all night."

Tony frowned,Ah, what the heck.He slid down next to his enemy and scooted closer, allowing himself to be covered in the blanket as well. He sat there awkwardly, feeling himself warm as his shivering faded. He couldn't sleep like this! His whole body rebelled against the proximity he shared with someone who wanted nothing more than to kill him. He sighed quietly, resiating the urge to look next to him. He felt Loki shift slightly and then he froze as the god rested his head on his shoulder. Holy fuck. He glanced down at the trickster, seeing a peaceful look on his face as his breathing slowed. Tony relaxed a bit, feeling his own exhaustion creep into his bones. The steading rise and fall of the sleeping god's breathing slowly lulled him into an uneasy rest.

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A/N: What do you think? Um, not much incharacterness happening here, since one of them is half dead. Let's see how this goes. Please reveiw! Reviews are my oxygen! Also, if you don't, then Loki will not talk to you. (He's passive agressive).