Loki would continue to poke and prod about cultural things while the two of them worked during the next few weeks. Battle plans with the other Avengers during the day (or whoever could stand to be near Loki, at least), sifting through the data JARVIS decrypted by night. There is a lot, and Loki has that uncomfortable feeling that they're only scratching the surface.
A call for help takes them away from the tower that day. Only Tony and Loki went, as the only other Avenger even in the building was Bruce who did not want to risk the Hulk for a small threat. It is relatively easy for the two of them to deal with--just a low-level thug who somehow got his hands on modified Chitauri tech. They were back within a few hours, pizza in hand from the shop owner grateful to them for stopping the robbery of his store.
The feeling starts just as he's starting his second whole pizza. At first it feels like a pressure on his chest, then the pressure becomes a sort of tingling that spreads through to his extremities. He sets down the slice and looks at his hand, but nothing appears wrong.
"It's not that, it..." a sudden dizzy spell has him gripping his head with one hand and the arm of the couch with the other in an effort to not teeter over. The tingling becomes a numbness, but not of his sense of touch. He can still feel the fabric of the couch beneath his fingertips. No, this is deeper.
Then it clicks.
He flicks a hand out, trying to summon a tome from his collection. Nothing happens
Loki doesn't say anything, but his wide, panicked mean he doesn't really have to.
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A call for help takes them away from the tower that day. Only Tony and Loki went, as the only other Avenger even in the building was Bruce who did not want to risk the Hulk for a small threat. It is relatively easy for the two of them to deal with--just a low-level thug who somehow got his hands on modified Chitauri tech. They were back within a few hours, pizza in hand from the shop owner grateful to them for stopping the robbery of his store.
The feeling starts just as he's starting his second whole pizza. At first it feels like a pressure on his chest, then the pressure becomes a sort of tingling that spreads through to his extremities. He sets down the slice and looks at his hand, but nothing appears wrong.
"It's not that, it..." a sudden dizzy spell has him gripping his head with one hand and the arm of the couch with the other in an effort to not teeter over. The tingling becomes a numbness, but not of his sense of touch. He can still feel the fabric of the couch beneath his fingertips. No, this is deeper.
Then it clicks.
He flicks a hand out, trying to summon a tome from his collection. Nothing happens
Loki doesn't say anything, but his wide, panicked mean he doesn't really have to.