Loki feels the tug. He gets as high up as he can, using his magic to jump from tree to tree in an effort to follow along with the chase. He watches as Tony goes higher and higher, their new bond straining under the distance.

Then the explosion. He feels his own heart stutter as Tony's stops. Loki isn't dead, which means only one thing.

It isn't Tony's time.

The human is falling out of the sky, the other missile exploding in the distance as it's target fades. If only Loki could fly, if only he were the magpie shown on his soulmate's tattoo, if only he had-

It is yours

Frigga's voice rings in his head as clearly as if she were standing beside him. He reaches into his personal pocket dimension for something he never placed there, but knows is there anyways.

A beautiful cloak made from tawny and golden feathers drapes around his shoulder and Loki ascends. He isn't as fast as Iron Man, but he is fast enough to catch Tony just before he hits the ground.

"Shit, shit! Stark, don't you dare do this to me!" Laying him gently on the ground, Loki tears off the chest plate and presses his hands to where the arc reactor should be shining brightly. He can feel blackness begin to creep in at the edges of his vision. If he doesn't act fast, it's the end for both of them.

Magic surges from Loki's fingers into the device. He doesn't know how it works, only hoping that the infusion of energy would act as a jump start.