Of Ice and Iron ◄☼► Azuri & Whysperia

[Azuri]

'Other then the ungodly noise, I slept fine" He grumbled out, not really wanting to talk to any one here much. he picked at his food, taking a few small bites before deciding he was done. the already skinny god didn't even finish the meager amount he had put on his plate. he still felt out of place here, they didn't want him to be here and he was no more eager to be with them either; he preferred to be on his own, normally he did not even eat in public, he was always the elephant in the room, with his "family" and here.

Loki's emerald eyes met Natasha's she had been staring at him since he had sat down. she had been inspecting him, looking for something that would pin him to the missing mans wounds or to try to pin him to the kidnapping of her favorite fling. The god opened his mouth with a smirk, "I know I am dashing but staring is quite rude" He was turning the scowl into a ego boosting complement. the god Placed his fork and knife down on the plate and stood up, he brought his plate to the sink and cleaned it off, "Feel free to watch me as I go" Loki chucked walking out of the room and back to his own. he wanted to go back into his own world with no one else there.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Currently at Stark Tower...

Bruce was obviously pleased when Loki answered him. Whether the god realized it or not, merely answering his question was more than he had been doing. He had answered it rather nicely, too. Banner was quite happy by this fact, happy enough that he didn't mention that Loki wasn't really eating enough. Especially after getting beaten up before he had arrived with Thor, and then using his magics to heal Tony. No, Bruce figured that was a battle for another time. He would just keep an eye on Loki in the mean time, make sure he wasn't getting too thin or anything. It was his job really, something he did for all of his friends. Friends? Bruce thought then, a brow raising. Loki wasn't really his friend; the god wanted none of that, he was sure. Besides, they were enemies not three years before. Still, Bruce had to admit he was growing fond of the trickster, something that left a wry smile on his lips as he watched Loki leave. Loki had even washed his dishes, rather than demanding one of the 'lowly mortals' do it for him.

As Loki left, Thor stood as well and followed his brother, leaving his meal half-eaten. This was strange behavior for the thunder god, as he had one heck of an appetite. Still, the Avengers understood; he cared a lot about his brother, and having him here? It must have been like heaven. Or, the Asgardian equivalent.

"Brother, let us talk," Thor said quietly as he walked behind Loki, following him back to the room he had made his own. "I wish to know-" He said, pausing. He sighed, shaking his had before switching to speaking in Old Norse, the language they had grown up using with one another rather than English. "Brother," he began again, smiling a little sadly, "Are you well?" He was worried about his brother, and with good reason. He was thinner and more pale than he had been the last time they had seen one another. He had dark half-circles under his eyes and though he hid it well, something had him consistently on edge. "Loki, brother.. I want you to be happy," he said, his voice a little thick. "Please brother, what can I do for you? What can I do?" he asked softly.

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Back in the living room, the Avengers had slowly approached Tony. He hadn't moved from his place, hadn't looked at any of them. Tony didn't respond, he just stared off into space. He looked.. Wrong, they decided. Everyone looked at one another, but no one spoke. "Maybe he's just still tired," Steve said finally, though he didn't believe it himself..

[Azuri]

The trickster god let out a sigh when his brother fallowed, he wanted to be left alone. Loki had already spent more time with other living beings then he normally did, well beings that could talk back. he preferred animals to people, they were quiet and let everything be unless it was absolutely necessary.

He sat on the bed that was his for the time being, "Is this really necessary?" His eyes were cold, as they always were these days. " I am fine, Nothing could possibly be better" Loki said, it was clearly a lie, he was blatantly lying. at the moment he didn't care about hiding it. "if you want to do something for me you could leave" He let out a bit of a hiss, he felt like he was being smothered by his brother, he was always watching him, his choices were his own. the god had not eaten a full meal in about seven years, he had been eating what was necessary and little more, in his defense he just wasn't hungry. the sleep had a much longer backstory, he had always been a light sleeper, but as of about 57 years he had gradually been sleeping less, too many things crossed his mind. Loki picked up the top book from his pile and opened it, giving thor the cue that he did not want him to be there.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Currently at Stark Tower...

Thor let out an angry growling sound, standing when his brother opened his book and told him to leave. "By Norn, why must you behave this way?" he asked, though he didn't expect an answer. Thor left the room, not wanting to be angry with Loki but unable to help it. He was just so.. So.. Grr! Be had Thor so mad sometimes, the way his eyes were so cold and hard, how he lied about everything all of the time, or how he refused affections. This was not how Loki had behaved as a child, nor was it how he had been before he had been told about his real parents. Still, why must everything change merely because they did not share the same father? It made no sense! Thor did not think him a monster, he thought no less of him at all! Thor just.. He just wanted his brother back. Sighing heavily, Thor returned to the kitchen and sat down, though he could not bring himself to eat another bite.
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Back in the living room, everyone was still gathered around, somewhat close to Tony yet not as close as they had been. Bruce and Steve were whispering to one another, shooting the other man glances every once in a while. Natasha was merely staring at him, her eyes calculating as they flitted over his body, taking in every detail and sign. "Maybe he's just tired," Steve said, his voice sounding sure while his eyes looked to be pleading, hoping he was right.
"Yeah, maybe.. We should probably ask Loki about this, just in case. I mean, what if his healing didn't work all the way?" Natasha cut in suddenly, turning her face to those of her friends. "I mean look at him; he's pale, he won't respond to anything.. Something's wrong." She had spoken her peace and nodded to them. "You talk to Loki, I'll be right back. I'm going to go to my room for a bit," she said softly. The boys watched her go, both knowing she was going to try and get in touch with Clint again.

Turning away from Stark, Bruce walked slowly back towards Loki's room, pausing to knock lightly on the door-frame. He didn't go inside, just waited a moment to be acknowledged before he spoke. Smiling a little shy, embarrassed smile, Bruce took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose, holding the glasses in his hand as he spoke. "Um, Loki?" he began, his voice quiet so as not to totally disturb the man, "Think you could come help us with something? Tony's.. Sick," he said, not knowing what else to call it. "Something's wrong with him, and we were wondering if you could help us figure out what it is.." He paused before speaking again. "When you heal mortals, I mean.. If you've done it before.. What I'm trying to ask is whether it could have this affect on him," he said, gesturing towards the living room. "We're all kind of worried, so.. Would you mind? It'll only take a minute, then we'll leave you alone," he assured the god, giving him a kind smile once again.

[Azuri]

Loki's emerald eyes shifted across the pages of the book he was reading, every so often he would turn a page. the book was rather long and since the time his brother had left, Loki had already gone through 200 of its 500 pages. To say the least he was a fast reader, but this was a story book not a book that held any information. he did not read it for the goal of learning anything new but read it to buy up time, and to keep him away from the so called heroes. he had kept his nose in the book until he heard a knock on the door. simple shifting and a light grunt was his initial response.

Loki shut his book, set it carefully to the side and walked over to the door. it opened with a creek, "Yes?" He asked with a bit of a growl, now the accusing of not healing properly was going to start. " My Magic healed the wound and whatever poison could have been in the wounds" Loki had "forgotten" to mention that Fenrir's bites were toxic, but Thor with held that too meaning he though it was in the mortals best interest. "Anything wrong is with him, mentally, physically he is fine." Loki said implying anything now was Tony's fault. "And it depends on how you define mortals, Mortal humans or mortal animals?" He asked, "I have healed animals before but the tin can was the first human" It was true that loki had healed small animals before, but if he deemed them beyond repair he simply killed them to prevent long suffering Loki looked back to the room, debating on shutting the door, some one would inevitably drag him out or annoy him until he came out. "If I must" Loki said walking out of the room, Shutting the door behind him as he let the Man with the Jeckle and Hyde personality to lead the way.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Currently at Stark Tower...

By the time Bruce returned to the living room, Natasha had returned to sullenly sit in a chair in the corner, her eyes looking down at the carpet with a frown on her lips as she thought. Steve paced nervously in the living room, and though he glanced at Tony every once in a while, he didn't say anything. Thor had cleaned up from breakfast and was now sitting on the couch beside the silent billionaire, polishing his mighty hammer to pass the time. Bruce cleared his throat, offering a smile when everyone looked up. "Loki's going to take a look at him and try to help," he said simply before moving out of the way. He smiled at Loki as well as the god passed him, watching in silence.

Everyone in the room seemed to be a little on edge, though not because of Loki himself. They were worried about their friend, about the pallor of his skin and the hollow look in his eyes. They didn't care what Loki did, so long as it snapped Tony out of whatever he was currently stuck in. They had long since given up on the 'maybe he's just tired' way of thinking, and while they wanted solid answers, they would settle with the problem going away, whether they found out what had caused it or not.

[Azuri]

Loki let out a sigh and walked around the couch. the people in the room looked at him like he was nothing more then a healer for the sick. he stood tall in front of the glazing eyed man, he looked down on the man, not making a movement but inspecting them. he did look pale and lifeless but he was still, there. anything that was wrong with him was in his psyche not with his physical body. if loki's little trick scared him that bad then the man was truly weak, as no wound but the scars that remained showed upon the others body

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Currently at Stark Tower...

Everyone watched in silence as Loki approached Tony's side, almost holding their breath as the god began to silently inspect. They didn't know what he would find, if anything. They didn't know if he would be able to help. Hell, they didn't know what was wrong in the first place! Still, they wanted nothing more than for Loki to be able to help in some way, in any way. They knew they were already indebted to him, that they would probably be more indebted to him if he was able to help, but they couldn't make themselves care at that time. They were more than willing to make a deal with the devil, so afraid for Tony were they.

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
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Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower, looking at Loki.

Stark's eyes happened to be staring towards the floor when Loki approached, his legs landing right in the way of his gaze. Tony was fine really, was able to hear all of what was going on around him. He knew exactly what everyone was doing, knew that he was scaring them by not saying anything or moving, but he didn't care. He was so wrapped in his thoughts that he didn't care about what they thought or felt at all. He was more than happy to let them be freaked out and stuff, he was going to sit right there and continue thinking. That is, until Loki came to stand before him.

As Loki came into his view, Tony's eyes were instantly gazing at his long legs. He wouldn't have cared, wouldn't have thought much of it until he saw something there. Snaking a hand out suddenly, Stark grasped the god's leg in a tight grip, his hand squeezing right where Loki's wound was. "You," he whispered, looking up at Loki slowly with a hard, piercing gaze. "It was you, wasn't it.. In the lab. It was you!" he said, standing now and raising his voice. "You were.. You were a wolf, down in the lab!" he said, jabbing his finger into Loki's chest with enough force to hurt.

His eyes were dark as he glared, totally ignoring everyone else around him. He was close enough to the other man to feel the heat that came from his body, close enough that they were almost completely touching. His gaze was locked on the green eyes of Loki as he looked up at him, gritting his teeth and causing the muscles in his jaw to flex and jump under his skin. He was angry, really angry, but he was also upset, though he tried to hide it.

"Tony, you're okay!" Steve said with a grin, forgetting that they weren't very friendly for a moment. When Stark stood and started yelling at Loki however, he frowned. "Stark, calm down," he said in a clipped tone, stepping forward. "I don't know what you're talking about, but Loki saved your life. He healed you yesterday, and obviously did something to snap you out of it just now," he said pointedly. Tony didn't reply, still glaring at Loki, his eyes like daggers as he pressed even closer, their chests almost touching now as he held himself back from attacking.

[Azuri]

Loki looked down at the man who was jabbing his chest, the man had just grabbed his wound and he didn't even flinch; in fact the gave a little grin, "I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking about. I was in my new cell reading." Loki had stayed in his room most of the day so it was a believable story. "Until that infernal blare, drug me out of the book" he scowled at the other as if all of it was his fault.

the god took all the accusations like he normally did with a cold feeling to him. Once the stare down was broken Loki looked around, "there he is fine," He began to walk away. he was heading back to the room and he wanted to remain anti social. If it got to it he could easily say that the wound on his leg was from when he destroyed a building or that the weapons used to give him the wounds; Asguardian weaponry couldn't be healed with mortal medicine, or he could easily play it of as an old wound that he did quite heal right, there were plenty of options and the others were on his side.

He had started the seeds of mistrust. his plan was starting to come together, the others would defend him for healing their friend. not one person could place him in the lab with Tony, the computer had been shut down when he showed no signs of being a threat, and Thor had spent the night in his room. even the things that he loathed were falling into order

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
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Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower, angry and upset.

As Steve told him to calm down, Tony turned to glare at the other man instead. "Don't- Don't tell me to calm down. You don't get it. This guy, he's crazy. Totally crazy and sick!" Tony said, pointing at Loki as the god turned and returned to his room.
Thor stepped forward, standing close to Stark as he growled down at him. "Mind what you say, friend Stark," he said darkly. "Loki is my brother."
"He hates you!" Stark said, looking frustrated now. "That-That doesn't even matter! He was there, watching and laughing while that wolf thing tore me apart!" Tony said, his face red as he tried to control his building anger. "He watched and laughed and only helped me when he absolutely had to! And then last night, he was in the lab with me! He was- he was watching me, and then he was a wolf too and-" Tony stopped, grabbing at his ARC reactor as one would grab at their heart. Everyone was staring at him as though he was crazy, except for Thor who looked angry. He wasn't crazy. Stark barked a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You're kidding me right?" he said, looking around him. "You're not kidding. Awesome." With that, he turned, feeling manic and as though he was on the verge of another panic attack.

Tony ignored everyone and what they said as he made his way to the bar. He didn't care what time it was; it was never too early or too late to get drunk. Pouring himself a drink, Tony sat down, content with drinking away all of his problems. He couldn't deal with this right now, couldn't deal with any of it. Soon enough he had finished one and started on another, then another, and another and another until finally he was feeling okay. Better than okay, he felt pretty great.

By this time, everyone had gotten tired of trying. Everyone had retired to their own places in the tower; Bruce was in the lab, Natasha in her room trying Clint again, and Steve was in the training room sparring with Thor. Tony was left to his own devices, everyone knowing that he was probably just a little freaked out about what had happened to him the day before. Though Steve really wanted to chide him for drinking, Natasha and Thor had agreed that he probably needed it. Bruce had stayed silent on the matter.

Standing from his place at the bar, Tony walked down the hall towards his room, but stopped short when he got to the guest room. Tony opened the door and closed it behind him, staring at Loki the whole time. He stayed where he was, his back against the door as he leaned heavily against it before finally speaking. "I know it was you," he said simply, his words slurred slightly. "I know what you did, and you know what you did, and nobody else does but I do," he said, frowning as he stepped closer. He reached out to steady himself, his hands bracing against a nearby chair.

"Why are you here Loki? You hate all of us, especially your brother. What'd he offer you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side a little before grinning and laughing. "Did he say you wouldn't have to go back?" he asked, laughing still. Suddenly he stopped, shaking his head. "Why don't you just leave us alone?" he asked, a hand scrubbing at his face. "Just leave me alone!" he said, sounding upset rather than angry this time. "Get out of my head, Loki, get out of my head and my house and my life!" As he said it, he sat heavily in the chair that sat right across from the god, his head resting in one of his hands. He was feeling a little sick. He was too hot, too something. He didn't know what he was anymore.