Of Ice and Iron ◄☼► Azuri & Whysperia

[Azuri]

Loki's smile turned into a scowl with Thor's hand around his arms. "Before you assume, not one dent on that tin can was me. though I could have left him there, it would be no skin off my bones" He knew that the others, thor included assumed the damage was him, it was his resume after all. With a Swat he Knocked away Thor's hands effectively saying, 'do not touch me' "he has a knack for pissing off gods" Loki said, "Though it seemed he wanted to play tug of war with Fenrir."

Loki went into Vivid detail about how the wolf god tore into the iron suit, how Tony gave them away, how Fenrir left for a moment only to be blasted by the blasts from The suit, how it was a bad idea and how he had to effectively destroy a good fourth of the building. No matter what he did, even if he had entered the fray from the get go he knew that he would be accused of not doing enough, that was always the accusation

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Thor listened as his brother explained what had happened, his frown deepening as Loki spoke of it with great detail. As Loki fell silent, he turned his gaze back to his unconscious friend, pausing for a moment before speaking. Turning back to Loki, he nodded. "Thank you," he said softly. Loki had probably saved Tony's life, and Thor realized that. His brother may not have been the kindest, the most willing help, nor was he very loving, but he had done something good. He had spoken the truth; Loki could have chosen not to save Tony, and could easily have played it off as though Fenrir and the war god had been too much for them both.

Almost as soon as Thor stopped speaking, Tony drew in a sudden hissing breath of pain, his body going rigid suddenly as he awoke. Everything hurt; everything. His brown eyes opened wide, looking around him as he realized where he as, who he was with. He wanted to smile, wanted to offer some kind of playful remark, but he couldn't muster it. His face twisted into a pained grimace, his eyes showing how badly he hurt even if he only let himself groan quietly. They were all there, circled around him looking grim. Tony didn't like it, wanted to tell them to stop looking at him that way, to leave him alone, but he couldn't. Looking around again, he felt confusion when he couldn't see Thor or Loki. Oh god, he thought, had he imagined the way he had gotten home? Dazed and very, very out of it, he forced himself to start talking, though it didn't make much sense.

"I didn't want- I mean, he was-" He paused, trying to make sense of what he wanted to say. He finally gave up on it and just started rambling. "F-Fenrir was going towards him and he was just a bird, so I thought it was bad and-" he stopped talking as another wave of pain swept over him, but continued through it, teeth clamped tightly. "I couldn't- I couldn't let Fenrir and Ares kill him.. And, he was just a bird and I had my suit, but it wasn't much help either.. I just.. I didn't want him to be found out and killed; you need him, more than you need me." Tony took on a pained expression once again, his eyes widening as he looked around, looked at his friends who were gathered around him. "God, did they kill him?" he asked, "Did they kill Loki?" His hand had shot out to grab onto Steven's, though his grip faltered and it fell back down, causing him to wince as his hurt shoulder cried in pain.

Steven, Natasha, and Bruce pressed in a little closer, wanting to hear Tony as he rasped out nonsense, Bruce wanting to check his friend's wounds. As Tony grabbed him, Steve jumped a little but quickly shook his head, reassuring his friend. "No, no they didn't kill him. It's okay Stark, Loki brought you back," he said, kneeling down and gesturing over his shoulder. Behind him, Thor and Loki stood side-by-side, watching what was going on before them. Thor's grim expression did nothing to make him feel better, but at least he knew Loki was alive to help his friends. Tony nodded, his eyes moving to stare at the ceiling above him, no longer able to talk or move. He was tired, he decided, until another terrible wave of pain hit him, this one worse than the last. Tony cried out, his throat hurting from screaming though he didn't realize it came from him. His friends all turned to Bruce, who was trying to speak.

"His wounds are pretty bad," he said quickly. "We have to stop the bleeding, he's already lost a lot of blood. Steve, grab me some towels. Natasha? I'm going to need some warm water. Thor, go into his bathroom and search for a first aide kit. Surely he keeps one, with how often he gets hurt," he said, trying to joke a little. He wasn't pulling it off well, as worried as he was. As those three disappeared, he called to Loki next. "Loki, come here. While they're getting that, I need you to help me try and cover his wounds. I need you to press right here," he said, gesturing to where the wounds on Tony's chest were the deepest. Banner placed his own hands over Tony's shoulder, feeling terrible as Tony's screaming increased. He couldn't really imagine how badly it would hurt, since the Big Guy didn't really ever get hurt.

After a few long minutes, the rest of the team returned with the items Bruce had asked for. Grabbing the towels first, he handed one to Loki and told him to use that instead of his hands now. He didn't watch, instead quickly did the same with his own towel. "Thor, come keep pressure on this. Remember he's human though, so don't crush him," he added as an afterthought. As Thor took his job over, Banner turned to the first aide kit, opening it up with bloodied hands before rummaging through it, searching for what he needed. Dammit Tony, he thought as he looked through the meager supply. This wasn't going to be enough; there was gauze, sure, but Tony needed stitching done. He needed his wounds to be cleaned so they would heal properly. Well, he thought a little darkly, at least they had vodka that could do that.. He was starting to feel a little nervous; he didn't know if he could actually do this, he wasn't that kind of doctor..

"Jesus, can't you do something?" Steve asked Thor, his voice hard. "You claim to be a god, can't you just.. I don't know, heal him?" His eyes bore holes into Thor's, but didn't get the answer he had hoped for.
"I can't heal him; I don't have ma-" Thor cut his words off, his gaze looking down at his brother then. "I don't have magic, but Loki does," he said quietly. "Loki, brother, will you help him? At least close his wounds," he said a little hopefully. Bruce and the Captain weren't the only ones worried about their friend, it seemed. At least he had finally fallen silent, though his eyes were open and staring at the ceiling, his body tense beneath the two gods' hands.

[Azuri]

Loki let a discussed face play across his normally stoic face, He wasn't discussed by the blood but by the fact he was being forced to touch the midgardian. His hand was placed over a wound, blood was welling up over it. Loki looked unenthused that he would not only have to clean his cape but his hands. listening to the others talk, he did what he was told to do, but he did it lazily and half of what he should have done.

the scowl furrowed his brow it wasn't his fault that Tony decided to be stupid and mess with a god, why should he be here helping him. they were talking about healing him, so why wernt they doing it. he didn't come out of his thoughts until he had heard his name spoken, "Hmm?" He looked up from his hands coming out of his own thoughts. Thor had just asked him to heal the mortal. "Do I look like a nurse maid?" Loki scowled "My magic is not for healing"

Sure he was better at healing then he was as a child, but his experience and memorization of the spells were limited. He knew very basic of basic healing spells but it would be enough to Clean the wounds and seal them but he would not be able to stop them from scaring over. just because he knew how to heal the other that didn't mean he wanted to help by healing, they would have to pry his magic out of him, or beg, he liked watching others beg.

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Thor listened to his brother's reply, sighing deeply as he glanced away, shaking his head. "Loki, you are able to heal, are you not?" he asked, turning his eyes back to his brother. "Why would you not help if you are able to?" he asked, obviously confused by this. He didn't understand his brother at times, not at all. If one was able to offer their services, why would they withhold them, especially when the consequences could cost someone's life. "Loki, please just heal him," he said, getting angry now. "You act like a petulant child!" he said in frustration. "Why must you throw such.. Such tantrums?" he demanded, though his eyes were soft. He just didn't understand. "What happened to you, brother? What happened to the man I used to know?" Thor fell silent then, realizing he had said too much. His gaze dropped to his friend, to his hands that held a towel to his wounds, a towel that was quickly turning scarlet as it sucked up Tony's ever-flowing blood.

"Just do it!" Steve said, looking at Loki now. Thor had given up that easily? He couldn't believe this was even happening. "Why can't you just help him? If what Thor said is true, then you have the ability to save his life!" he said, as though that should have meant something important to the god. Steve's shoulders were tense as he held himself back from punching Loki. Why would he stall in a time like this? Why would he do that, when Stark was in such pain? He could be dying, for all they knew. Gritting his teeth, Steve spoke again. "Come on, we need to get him to the hospital," he said, looking at Thor, Natasha, and Bruce. "Loki obviously can't heal him, or he would have," he said, taunting him. Natasha recognized what Steve was doing, but she didn't say anything about it. They really did need to get him to the hospital, if the trickster god really did refuse to help.

[Azuri]

Loki let Thor's words fall on deaf ears, these were all word that he had heard from his brother before, if he was throwing a tantrum he would have left the room and not stood dignified "I can assure you I am capable, I just do not feel like wasting my magic and and time on a person that will eventually die anyway" loki folded his arms, the human had what 15 to 40 years left? Humans were so fragile with their short lifespans and their easily wounded bodies. Gods lived for thousands of years in comparison.

A mortal doctor might not be the best thing, how will you explain the wounds, giant wolf wounds," loki reminded, "without arising a panic? " he had made a valid point, even though what he had picked up about being around the poor human was that he would not enjoy people tinkering with his things. Loki brought up the point to protect his son, not this mortals play toy

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Thor had known that his words would have no affect on his brother. At least, not on the man who had once been his brother. It was times like these that even Thor wasn't sure about whether the old Loki was still inside or not. He hated to think that way but was left with little choice; the old Loki wouldn't have behaved this way. As his brother stood up and crossed his arms, Thor grit his teeth. Loki had abandoned his job of holding Tony's wounds, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. Natasha quickly shoved Loki out of the way and knelt down, her hands covering the towel that Loki's should have been covering.

Steve spoke again, sounding sarcastic as he replied to Loki. "Oh sure, you can do it. I don't believe it for a moment. The all powerful Loki isn't as great as we thought," he said, glaring at the trickster god. "He can't even heal a "lowly Midgardian" or whatever. If you could do it, you would. But you obviously can't." he said simple. "Who cares about explaining the wounds away? We can't just sit here and watch him die. If you can't help him, we'll take him to someone who can." With that, the Captain ordered Thor to pick him up. As the thunder god did, they all turned to leave the living room they had been occupying.

"My car's out front," Natasha offered. It was one that S.H.I.E.L.D. had given to her, one that was spacious enough and quick enough to get them to the hospital within a reasonable amount of time. Thor would have offered to just take Tony to the hospital himself, but he didn't know where it was nor did he know how it would affect the Avenger to be transported by him. "Come on," Natasha said, leading the Avengers away from Loki. Only Tony looked back at him, though his eyes were glazed and unseeing by this point, seeming to look right through the young god and to whatever lied beneath.

[Azuri]

The Trickster god made no movement to fallow. Loki had a thing against all of them, well all except Bruce but loki did have something against the big green monster he hid; He truly didnt care if the wounded lived or died, his job was to create a plan, which he would do, not heal the sick, it was simply not in the agreement. As Thor should have known, making the deals with his brother, all the cards and the criteria Had to be on the table. Loki held the cards and Thor forgot the criteria.

Once the others had left loki turned to look where the glazed eyes had pointed. His own emerald eyes looking, scanning the area, what was the man looking for?

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The Avengers wanted to leave. They were ready to leave. They needed to leave, even. Tony needed help, and no one thought Loki was going to give it. Steve didn't even think he was capable of giving it, whether he actually wanted to or not. All of the Midgardians were more than ready to just leave Loki alone in the Tower, retreat to Natasha's car, and get Tony the help he needed. Thor, on the other hand, wasn't so certain. He had been thinking about what Loki had said, about what would happen when the hospital saw the wounds Fenrir had dealt their friend. He had a pretty good idea of what would happen, and though he was afraid of Fenrir, he didn't like the thought of him dying.

Pausing in the doorway, Thor turned to look over his shoulder, catching his brother looking around behind him. "Loki," he said softly, feeling unsure. How did one broach a subject such as this, in an event like the current one? "Brother, if we take him to the human hospital, you're right; they will wonder about the wounds. They will hunt Fenrir until he is forced to hide or to fight. Fenrir is strong, brother, stronger than anyone I know, but.." Thor paused, looking a little sad. "You know that the Midgardians will not stop until he is destroyed. Destroyed or captured," he said, not sure which would be worse.

"Loki, if you do not heal Anthony Stark, nothing good will come of it. If you do, however," he said, pausing again as he thought for a moment, "If you heal him, I can promise the safety of Fenrir." Thor wasn't sure it would work, wasn't sure Loki would agree. He knew that his brother loved his son, whether he said it aloud or not. Thor kept that thought in his mind as he looked down at Tony. The mortal's skin was pale and a little clammy, having lost its luster as it lost its blood. His eyes still stared out at Loki, though he wasn't seeing the young god. His breath was coming in short little rasps, it seemed he was going into shock, or was already in it. Thor knew he didn't have time to stay and talk with his brother much more; if Loki refused this time, they would have no choice but to go to the humans for help.

[Azuri]

Loki's eyes rolled away, it wasn't a sarcastic or rude gesture, he was thinking the offer over. It should have been obvious to the others that to get what they wanted out of Loki they would have to offer him something in return. Pleading to this god's lack of humanity would get them no where they had to offer something in return. His eyes slowly darted around, either to extend the time or he was truly thinking the gesture over. The main thoughts in his mind were along the lines of knowing his son could protect himself yet that part of him still wanted to make sure his son would be safe.

with a low growl Loki let out a defeated response, "Fine," the Avengers were lucky that even though the shape shifter did not care about the mortals or even his brother he cared about his kin. "Put him on back on the table and leave," Loki pointed to the table, once the others were gone he would start his magic. with the others gone he started a quiet chant, a soft blue light glowed from his palms, closing the wounds. he had his reasons for not wanting the others to watch him, he didn't know the spell well enough that he could do it with out speaking it and if they saw that he was able to heal every little bump and bruise and he would have crying mortals at his feet. the wounds seemed to meld together, like melted candle wax they sealed, scars bubbling over on the skin. the little scars would mar the body, but it was the best the god of chaos could do. Done loki walked out of the room, "Happy?"

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Thor was somewhat surprised that Loki was even considering what he had just said, but was pleased nonetheless. Perhaps there was still some of the old Loki within him. Still, they weren't quite out of the woods yet. Loki still had to agree to what Thor had- Thor's attention snapped back to his brother as he let out a growled answer, obviously none too pleased with what he had been asked to do. Thor grinned, pride, happiness, and love shining from him as he did as Loki asked. Thor approached the table and gently placed Tony's limp body onto it, frowning a little when the Midgardian's head lolled to the side, his blank eyes now staring at Thor himself. He didn't like the blank stare, it was kind of bothersome. "Anthony Stark?" Thor said, pleased when Tony responded a little by his eyes sharpening some. "Loki is going to help you," he said softly. Thor turned to leave but, before he returned to the side of his friends, he went to Loki. Without saying anything, Thor placed his hand on Loki's shoulder gently, murmuring a soft "Thank you, brother" before he removed his hand. He didn't even wait for Loki to smack it away, he did it on his own. Turning, he left as he had been asked to.

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
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Male - Human
Currently with Loki, hurting & being healed

Tony could kind of think again, the pain of his wounds having dimmed dramatically. As a matter of fact, he didn't feel them at all. He felt nothing really, other than the fog that had become him. He could feel that he was heavy, yet at the same time he thought he must have been made out of helium. It was a conundrum, you see, and it made him want to laugh. Or cry. He wasn't sure. As Thor spoke to him, Tony wondered how he had gotten to the table. Why was he lying there, and what was Loki helping with? Maybe Loki was going to help him sleep, he thought. He was tired, and was lying down after all. It seemed an acceptable conclusion. He watched with large brown eyes as Loki approached, a small smile on his face. Sleeping sounded nice, he decided, trying to make himself comfortable. He tried to move, but there was a tightness in his body that kept him still. Oh well, he thought, he had slept in more awkward positions before.

When Loki began to talk, Stark listened. Loki wasn't making any sense, and he wanted to say that. He wanted to tell him to speak English, not Asgardian or whatever. He couldn't understand what he was saying. When the blue light started, he lost all thoughts of the words. It was a pretty light, one that made him feel comfortable and safe. He didn't know why, but he felt.. Good. Happy, even, which was a bid deal for him. He hadn't been happy since before the big battle with Loki. Speaking of, why was Loki being so nice? Unless the blue light was bad. No, he didn't think so; nothing bad could make you feel so good, he decided as he grinned stupidly up at Loki. Tony realized that Loki was using his magic, probably some type of healing magic. The memory of Loki's scars crossed his mind and, in a raspy whisper, Tony spoke. "We'll match," he said simply, as though it should have made perfect sense what he was talking about. He couldn't even keep his mind on that idea, on what exactly they were matching or why they would be in the first place, couldn't even remember what he was thinking about at all. He was overcome by the peaceful safety that permeated from the blue light. That is, until his wounds began to heal.

As the gashes and holes in his skin began to close up, his grin instantly left his lips, replaced instead by a terrible grimace. It hurt, most definitely hurt. As Loki healed him, Stark could feel the pain again, but couldn't open his mouth to scream. Gods it hurt! The blue light's good feelings were overshadowed by a terrible burning, a searing sensation that covered every wound on his body. He could feel it all, every bit of it, and enjoyed none of it. Even so, Tony didn't lose consciousness, nor did he take his eyes from Loki's determined face. When Loki finally finished, Tony was panting, sweat glistening on his forehead. His eyes locked onto Loki's for a moment, but he said nothing. Instead, he shifted his gaze to the side, looking away.

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As Loki came outside, Thor, Natasha, Steve, and Bruce instantly looked up. Steve's showed uncertainty, as though he didn't know what to believe or expect. Natasha's was as stoic as ever, Thor's proud and adoring, while Bruce only looked hopeful and perhaps a little thankful. "Is he okay?" Bruce asked, standing before the others did. He had known something terrible had happened to his friend, had felt it within his bones, but the feeling was starting to ease. Maybe, just maybe, Loki wasn't as bad as they had thought..