Author: TheCrimsonLlama PM
Loki's fall off the Bifrost timed perfectly with the overriding of the Arc Reactor. Now, he's landed on a strange new realm and is being kept safe by a strange man named Tony Stark. This is the story of two men from two different realms and their imminent attraction. Frostiron, AU, and eventual angst.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Iron Man/Tony S. & Loki - Chapters: 9 - Words: 13,213 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 76 - Updated: 06-17-13 - Published: 01-20-13 - id: 8928863
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A/N: Well, I'm back for the second chapter. Thank you for all the support I've gotten so quickly, I really wasn't expecting that! Seriously, thank you so much, it really means a lot to me.
The rest of the ride went without conversation, though I figured that was only because Tony had made his point extremely clear to me. Plus, I didn't see any need for words at the moment, nor would I know what to say. Instead, I was content to watch the odd city pass by through my window. We continued to drive a while before pulling into a smaller road that leads to a large room underground. Inside the room, there were many more vehicles that looked similar to this one, but wasn't at all the same. I looked over at Tony and watched as he unfastened himself from the seat with the red button and opened the door of the vehicle with a lever. I quickly mimicked the actions to keep myself from looking the fool.
He was waiting for me on my side and before I could say or ask anything, he took me by the crook of my elbow and lead me inside the connected building and into a small room that could probably only fit five people at most. Two metal doors shut automatically and I watched as Tony pressed a button.
"Shouldn't you be standing out there?" I asked, confused.
"What do you mean?" Tony replied, looking at me as if I were mad.
"Well, this is some sort of torture chamber or death trap, is it not? Why would you subject yourself to whatever lays behind that button along with me?"
Tony gave me an odd look for a bit and broke down into laughter. I wondered if that was the torture: laughing one's self to suffocation. When it didn't happen to me, I grew even more confused and looked about the ceiling of the small room. I jumped about a foot in the air when I heard a small 'ding' and Tony took me by the arm once again, leading me out into a larger area that looked like someone's home. At least, it had all the furnishings for one.
"That was an elevator, Loks. It does the same thing as stairs, but you don't die inside when you're going up more than one level." He explained to me, gently leading me over to a couch and guiding me down onto the soft cushions.
"You said you had questions for me?" I asked, settling into the couch comfortably but making sure to keep my back straight. Tony cocked an eyebrow at this but seemed to shrug it off.
"Yeah, I did," He nodded, seating himself beside me and relaxing back into the couch. "Where the hell did you come from? All I saw was some outer space then you fell from the sky."
"I hail from the realm of Asgard." I replied easily, watching the man as he gave me a weird look.
"'Realm?' I hope to God you're not crazy. JARVIS, what's 'Asgard'?" He asked seemingly someone else, which confused me even further since we were the only two people in the room.
"Asgard is a land from Norse mythology, sir. It was at one time believed by the Vikings and Norse people from around the years 800 to 1100 AD to be the home of the gods." A voice said from the ceiling, causing me to jump again.
"Alright, was there any a 'Loki' in there?" Tony asked again to no one, pressing a finger absently to the stitched up cut on my forehead.
"Yes, sir. Loki is the Norse god of mischief and deception. He is a rare case as he is both a God and a Jotun. He is the bastard son of the Jotun king Laufey and the Frost Giantess Fàrbauti. As an infant, he was taken in and raised by Odin and his wife, Frigga." The voice replied. I could only wonder how it knew that much, as even I hadn't known the name of my true mother. I felt Tony's gaze upon me and I looked down at my feet, fiddling with the new shirt's hem.
"Thanks, JARVIS, " Tony said before redirecting his attention to me. "So, either you're really the God of Mischief or you're crazy. Come with me, I've got some things I want to hook up to your head."
With that, he led me into the 'elevator' again and we traveled down a few levels, leaving us in a room that looked like a laboratory. He gestured for me to sit on a metal table, so I did, watching as he got out some odd looking things and taped a few wires to my head, typing some things into a screen where a picture of what I could only guess was the inside of my head showed up.
"Well, judging on this here, it tells me you're about 25 years old, but what's weird is that you seem to be stuck like that. How long have you been this age?" He asked, pointing to an area on the picture.
"I'd say for about thousand years, give or take a few." I answered with a small shrug.
Tony's eyes widened and turned back to the picture, examining it again as he seemed to grow more and more confused by it. After a while of him asking me countless questions and my answering them honestly, he seemed to come to a mental verdict. He sat back on a bench and sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Well, I guess you really are a god. At least, you're not human." He sighed, looking over at me. I didn't really know what to say, so I simply smiled a bit at him, remaining quiet otherwise.
"You don't have a place to stay, do you?" he asked quietly after a bit, frowning as he looked at me. I met his gaze and shook my head.
"No, I do not." I replied quietly.
"I guess you can stay here, then." He said, sighing a bit. He stood up and guided me off the metal table, taking my elbow again and leading me up the stairs again and into the main area of the home. He led me down a small corridor and opened a door, ushering me inside the room. It was a bedchamber of sorts and seemed rather cozy. I looked around, deciding I liked it and smiled slightly.
"You can stay in here. Tomorrow I'm going to take you out to get you some more normal clothes." Tony said, his eyes trailing up and down my body as he was obviously remembering the armor that I was once wearing. I looked down at myself self-consciously and wondered if there was anything wrong with my previous attire. After all, they had seemed perfectly normal to me.
"Tell me, what is considered to be 'normal' in this realm?" I asked curiously.
"Definitely not what you were wearing. I don't even think that would fit in at the Renaissance Festival." Tony replied, the last words only confusing me further. One of the few things I hadn't read was the history of Midgard, so I had absolutely now idea what he was talking about.
He seemed to catch the confused look I gave him and sighed, shaking his head. "I doubt you'd know what that is. I have much to teach you, Young Padawan." He said with a chuckle.
"I don't understand…." I said quietly, my brows knitting together from the last statement, or rather the name that he'd called me.
"Don't worry. It's just something from a movie, Loks." Tony sighed and chuckled a bit at my confused expression.
"Am I supposed to know what a 'movie' is?" I asked awkwardly.
"No, I'll have to teach you, though. Don't worry about it for now. Just forget I said anything, okay?"
I nodded, figuring that was the correct response. He chuckled a bit and sighed.
"The bathroom is just across the hall. Can I trust you enough to let you shower or bathe or whatever it is you do to clean yourself alone?" He asked with a slight smirk.
"Yes, of course." I replied with a nod before moving to remove the shirt.
"What are you doing? Don't strip down right here!, do it in the bathroom, where I can't see you strip naked." He said with shock, though I detected some hesitation in the last statement, as if he hadn't meant it.
I let go of the shirt and nodded, embarrassed that I'd made such a fool of myself so very quickly. He let me out of the room and I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me before stripping down and looking at the bathtub.
"Tony, how does one get water in the basin of this tub?" I called out, hoping he could hear me through the door.
"You see that knob over the thing that sticks out from the wall? Turn it to the right and adjust whatever temp you want the water to be." I heard him call back.
I followed the directions and it was only moments before I stepped into the tub of warm water. It wasn't too hot, since I'd always been rather sensitive to heat, but it was just right. I let myself relax and began to wash my body and hair before stepping out and putting the clothes back on, my hair falling to the curls it naturally formed whenever it got wet.
Tony looked up from whatever he was doing, chuckling a bit when he saw me.
"Is something the matter?" I asked, not knowing to be offended, flattered, or to leave it be.
"No, not at all. I just hadn't expected your hair to get curly. I mean it's not too much, but it's kind of cool." Tony said with a smile, chuckling still. I nodded and walked over to see that he'd been reading something on a screen that lit up he face of a rectangle thing.
"What is that thing?" I asked, pointing to it.
"This? It's a tablet, Loks. It helps me get information. It's kind of hard to explain when I'm practically speaking a second language." Tony said with a sigh, showing me the tablet.
I nodded, still somewhat confused by it.
"On a different note entirely, are you hungry?"
I nodded, as it had been a long while since I'd had a full and proper meal to eat and fill myself with.
"Awesome. I'm going to show you what pizza is." He decided with a smile, picking up a smaller device and pressing a few buttons before holding it to his ear as he absently played with the small curls of my hair.
I was rather shocked to find that I didn't mind it at all.