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Stitched Up (7/?)

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Tony woke earlier that morning than he usually did. A lot earlier. Wiping the sleep from his eyes he looked around him, out on the balcony. Thor was snoring steadily in his place on the floor, spread out like an eagle. Bruce was curled up in the tiniest little ball possible on his mattress, despite having the entire king size to himself. Steve lay ramrod straight on the lounger, a habit left over from his days in the army. The only change, besides his own wakefulness, was Loki. The Trickster God was curled up in the corner of the low wall, eyes closed as though in sleep, though his unsteady breathing gave him away. Tony frowned, concerned at the Gods penchant for isolation, but he supposed it was only to be expected. In his time as an avenger, he's seen his fair share of torture victims, and they all seemed to have a pretty similar profile. Keeping away from others, from a fear or rejection or from fear they would be hurt, was a common tell. Yawning widely, Tony stretched and stood from his lounger. Edging carefully around Bruce's mattress, and dodging Thor's stirring limbs, he wandered towards Loki, making his steps slower the closer he became, giving the Trickster plenty of warning of his approach. As he neared, he shifted to a crouch, placing himself just below Loki's eye line.

"Hey"

Loki's eyes fluttered open, but they were not alarmed. Green eyes met brown for the most fleeting of moments before Loki tilted his head purposefully forward, avoiding direct eye contact.

"You wanna come inside with me? We can just sit for a while, in the warm, and watch the news or something, I don't know. It's a bit cold out here, isn't it?"

Tony bit back a frustrated scream as Loki's dark head bobbed forward in a sullen nod. This wasn't helping him, it was time to take a risk. Hopefully it won't just make it worse, he thought.

He placed a hand gently on Loki's shoulder, the other cupping his chin, raising it delicately so their faces were in alignment. He grimaced slightly as he noticed Loki biting his lower lip, wincing as his teeth scraped the abused skin the stitching left behind.

"Hey, look at me," He asked, barely even noticing the pleading voice his tone had taken on, busy as he was trying to disregard the slight tremor building under his hands. "Look at me, please." He repeated his request, waiting until finally, wide emerald irises were staring into his own, chocolate eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. None of us are going to hurt you, Loki. We want to help you. But you have to let us, else it isn't going to work. Now come on, we're going inside and we're gonna...I don't know, we'll have coffee or something. Have you ever had coffee? I know Thor hasn't."

He stood, removing his hands from Loki's body, only to bend and grasp his hands as he stood, stilling the shaking. He smiled softly as the God complied, climbing to his feet, shuffling dutifully to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island. He was startled by the way Loki seemed to instinctively curve in on himself as soon as he sat down, head looking down, hands fiddling nervously with his sleeves. Tony tried to swallow down his laugh. They'd gotten Loki to change out of his torn, blood crusted Asgardian clothes, and into something a bit softer. He had to say, the read, white and blue emblem on the front of the Captain America pyjamas didn't exactly suit the tortured look Loki seemed to have going for him. He shook the thought from his head, worried that if he let himself laugh out loud, Loki would think he was laughing at him, and that couldn't really be a good thing.

"So, hungry? I'm gonna put on some coffee and you can decide how you want it...some people like it with milk and lots of sugar..hmmm you could probably do with at least the sugar..but is there anything else you want?" Tony voiced his thoughts as he had them, not noticing how he had started to ramble halfway through his inquiry.

He turned to see Loki shaking his head swiftly, wincing at the pain it caused, fists grasping the counter tightly. Tony moved quickly to support him from behind, ignoring the flinch that only made his hands squeeze tighter on the marble counter-top. He kept forgetting to check how Loki's injuries were, and he felt guilt nag at his brain as he realized how little rest Loki had actually gotten in the past day or so, compared with how much he actually needed. Once again, he filed the thought away for later, focusing on the task at hand.

"Come on, reindeer games, you've got to eat something. Anything you want, promise. Unless you need me to get Steve..do you need that? Did he help yesterday?" Tony was no stranger to the idea that he himself wasn't much of a comforter, and that Steve was way better at it than he was, but he couldn't help but be a little stung. He was trying his best, and he'd like to think he was helping just a little bit, even if not much.

He noticed Loki gesturing as if he wanted to write, and immediately grabbed for the whiteboard and pen he'd at least had the foresight to grab on their way in. He waited with baited breath as Loki wrote, only to let it out in a rush when he read the slightly erratic script.

I have not done anything to deserve it.

Tony plucked the board from the startled God's long fingers, picking up the pen and uncapping it. He hastily wrote out his own reply on the whiteboard. He didn't know why he wrote it..maybe he just thought Loki would actually grasp the message better if it was written down in front of him.

You don't have to.

Loki shook his head minutely, but he didn't back away when Tony reached out to move the board, accidentally brushing his sleeve. Tony considered that a success.

"So, what'll it be, pancakes? Fruit? Ooooh I know, a smoothie, right?" He began gathering the ingredients for various different breakfasts, throwing them on the different counters. He paused for thought when the whiteboard was slid over to him once more, writing less erratic, which could only be a good sign.

Whatever I'm allowed   

Tony kneaded his forehead with his fingers, drawing the chair across from Loki out from under the table. Steve really was better at this stuff.

"Lokes...you're allowed to eat whatever you want. Anything in this kitchen that you want to eat, you can, it's fine. I know Thor likes to eat some weird ass stuff, I came home one night and he was practically skinning a deer on the balcony, but hey, I don't judge. You're one of us now, Loki, we want to help you. So come on, pick your poison. How about that smoothie, huh?" He smirked, transferring to a full blown grin as the corner of Loki's mouth twitched up. He started coring the apples, quickly moving on to slicing through banana's.

"T-Tony..." Came the slight whisper from behind him. Tony whirled round, smiling at the God for his words, until he noticed what he was looking at.

Tony nearly sliced off his thumb.
OKay so hey guys, new chapter! i also want to explain myself a bit, about why im taking this so slow...ive been told in the past im rushing, and i think in this fic, im really likely to rush if i dont try to slow it down, and i dont think loki;s recovery should be rushed anyway...i have very strong feeling about this so ummm yeah...its gonna be a slow run :P hope you like it :D Ive also had loads of requests to put in clint and natasha soon, so im gonna try to do that, but i want your opinions...just sort of about how you want them to react...i mean ill probably do what i want anyway, im a spur of the moment writer, but im curious as to what people like. :D Also i want to thank you all for your AMAZING REVIEWS :d you all give me motivation to keep writing.
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Thank God there's a next chapter.
CLIFF-HANGERS SHOULD BE BANNED.