“Then he was out through the door, taking the few short strides to Loki’s side. He dropped hard to his knees, dread cold in the hollow of his throat.
Enveloped in crumpled leather and the sweaty tangle of his own hair, Loki was hunched in on such a painful angle that it almost looked like he’d broken something. The only skin Tony could see was one hand, which was flowing with currents of deep blue.
“Come on,” he whispered as he put a hand on Loki’s shoulder, gently tipping him over onto his back. “Let me see how bad it is.” Don’t be dead.
The loose roll of Loki’s head to one side exposed his neck, which registered a sluggish pulse. Releasing a long breath, Tony quickly slipped his hand up along the curve of one cheekbone, brushing his hair away. The breath that touched his jaw was shallow, but it was steady and even. Loki was still alive. Stripped of magic, unconscious and rippling with blue, but most definitely alive.
“Well, there go ten years off my life I sorely needed,” Tony told his sleeping face, a hard knot of fear loosening in his chest. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Frostiron fanart, Off the Record inspired. I went a bit self-conscious when this amazing piece was posted while I was working on this one, so it took a while to get back on track. Dedicated to Hella, of course, for all she inspires us, and to my muses here at home who deal with my artsy mood swings IRL.
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