Rehabilitation (a tony x loki fic)

Injury

"Shit!" Tony hissed as he grasped tightly at the stab wound at his side, feeling a sense of dreadful pain shoot through his body as blood dripped from the wound; he was going to end up dying from blood loss before anyone could help him if he didn't get help fast, and that meant fast. "Hell no, not dying like this, man up Tony!" He groaned at himself, still lying on the ground as the pain was far too much for him to stand up with.

The freak had managed to stab right through his suit, penetrating through its thick metal plating and right into his side, fuck it hurt so badly. The bastard was strong to be able to hurt him like that, disturbingly strong.

This guy must have been some sort of mutant to have that level of strength, or he was just like that but one way or another he was in pain and the monster was gone; for now at least.

Despite the shooting pain and impending death that was coming his way, his mind had managed to drift once more to Loki, and he somehow felt the pain dull for a moment.

His mind drifted to the torturer that had stabbed him moments ago, his strength and pure terror factor stitched into his very being, oh how Loki must have suffered under the bastard's force, how much pain he must have felt.

All the unimaginable agony he must have felt dealing with that same pain, day after day, never getting a chance to be relived for even a second, forced to suffer day after day, never seeing the light of the day, being raped even, as he had said in person. It was all so disgusting, but what would happen if they were to win and take him back?

Would anyone even care?

Would Thor come to help him?

Did Thor even know what the fuck was even going on?

He knew exactly what would happen if Loki were to be taken back to Asgard, he knew exactly what they would do to him, what they would do to make him feel unimaginable pain.

Everything would go back to 'normal' just as it was, Thor was happy as ever before, completely blank to the pure suffering that his Brother that he loved so dearly was going through as he smiled; no, there was no way that he would know and be like that, there was no way he would sit back like that. No one knew, no one in the family, no one of Thor's allies, maybe his parents, but other than that, it was so dull, so damn terrible.

But would it go back to normal? No. No it wouldn't, not now that they knew what was going on. Loki had done horrid things, but still, the Avengers would not sit quietly through that.

They would be dammed sure to tell Thor, they would be damned not to tell him and stop him from bringing back his broken brother if they could. They would defend him- they already were, they are right now. That's what they were doing, fighting for not just themselves, but ultimately they were fighting for Loki.

He wouldn't let anyone hurt the fool, he wouldn't let it happen and he sure as hell wasn't going to question why he felt like this, he wasn't going to let anything influence his choices on what he was going to do, he was Iron man.

'These are just dying thoughts aren't they?' He thought to himself, watching as the world around him slowly began to fog up little by little, he hadn't even realized how much blood he had lost in this time, he was such a fool.

It was at that moment that an Elf jumped from above, landing on the platform that he was lying on, and pointed its bow directly at his head.

Fuck.

He couldn't lift his arms, he was too weak, he couldn't even fucking move, this was it, the end. The elf grinned madly, and pulled back the string on his bow, readying to shoot. Its mouth twisted into a sick grin, and it spoke.

"Good nig-hurghhhhhhk"

A familiar blade suddenly shot through the Elves chest, and it fell to the ground, dead.

Tony thought he was hallucinating, because before him was now the same black haired god, still terrified as ever, saving his life. He must have lost a lot of blood, because there was no way that just happened.

"No" Loki whimpered, running over to Tony and kneeling down beside him, he didn't know what brought him to save him, but he wasn't about to question his intentions, the man was about to die. He was scared as hell, but he still was going to do everything in his power to save him, he had to.

He looked directly into his hazy brown eyes, and for a moment he felt a different kind of fear that went away seconds later but left him feeling motivated and urged him to do even more to save him, he had to live, and he had to pay him back for all the times he listened to him.

Tony stared back at him and laughed deliriously, clearly not in full focus due to blood loss. "Hey there reindeer, what are you doing here?" He mumbled, smiling. How the hell did he smile in a situation like this? How did he do it?

Loki didn't respond, but he felt weak, he felt terrified, terrified that he might fail, if he did it would be all over, all over for the Avengers; Stark was a force to be reckoned with. His arms shaking, he placed his hands over Tony's armour, and felt his heart flip, causing him to flinch but he ignored it, and began to pour his magic into him. Eyeing his wound carefully, watching as it slowly came back together and it sealed up perfectly.

He let out a massive sigh of relief; he didn't think he was really able to do it.

Tony felt his vision begin to slowly come back to focus, and he saw the god above him, hands resting tensely atop his armour. 'Holy shit' he thought, and in an instant, forced himself up causing Loki to jump backwards and stumble to his feet, still looking quite stressed.

He didn't feel any pain in his wound, matter of fact, he felt like new. But the bigger question was now what he was supposed to say to the quivering god, how the hell did one reply to someone saving your life? "...Thanks." He finally forced out, and watched as Loki's eyes darted away and returned with a small nod.

Shit, he still looked terrible. Hell, he looked even paler before, almost as if he was going to fall over, matter of fact he probably was going to any moment. He was taking small short breaths and he swayed slightly, had his actions put him in even more danger?

"You look like shit, get inside and away from everything if you want to still be here at the end of the day, these guys are going to take you the first chance they get if you fall over." Tony ordered, only to watch as Loki teleported away once more in a burst of magic.

With that he was alone again, and JARVIS spoke up.

"Sir, the arc reactor appears to have taken in his magic." The robotic butler said in a robotic voice, causing Tony to jump out of fear of what the hell that might mean. "Holy shit, JARVIS, is it affecting me in any way!?" He shouted, now concerned for his life.

"No sir, but you do appear to have Infinite energy."

His face lit up and he activated his thrusters, shooting out towards the fight up above. "Good, let's finish this once and for all."

He needed to repay Loki, and keep him safe.

No elves were getting their hands on him today, not any day.