"As much as it pains me to say it, SHIELD may be Midgard's best chance as large-scale defenses in the event of an attack." Loki takes out the pieces one by one, each shimmering into existence in his hand before he lays them carefully on the large banquet table. "Whatever corruption that has found itself into their ranks must be rooted out quickly."
Unfortunately Loki also knows that hearing something like that from either himself or Tony would seem more like they were trying to destabilize the organization than an actual warning.
"Were you able to find anything in their systems?"
Tony exhales through his nose and pulls out a tiny matchbook sized data stick from his back pocket. It catches the light differently from the Chitauri technology, but somehow it seems so much more ominous.
“It’s encrypted. Should take J three, maybe four hours. But we’ll have to wait until Banner turns in for the night.” This has to be something his new found friends aren’t culpable to. Tony can not risk pulling them into something so destabilizing until he has proof. “Want to go out for pizza? They probably won’t try to kill me in public.”
Loki wishes they could simply decrypt the data and give it to Fury and be done with it, but it won't be that simple. Luckily he is use to people not trusting him, even when he is working in their best interest. He didn't get the moniker 'God of Lies' in the past few weeks, after all.
But it has been a long day, and the problem won't be solved this evening no matter how hard they work. An evening out sounds like just the thing he needs.
"That sounds lovely. JARVIS? You will tell us when Dr. Banner turns in for the night?"
"Of course, Mr. Odinson."
Loki frowns a bit. "Just Loki is fine, no family name."
"I will update your preferences," the AI says. "Is there a prefix you would prefer?"
Loki thinks for a moment. "What are the options?"
JARVIS runs through the common English prefixes, with a brief explaination for each. Loki raises an eyebrow at Tony.
"There are three for women determined on their marital status, but no genderless options?"
“Honestly, don’t try to figure English out. It doesn’t make sense to anyone and that’s how we like it,” Tony grins.
It’s not too far into the first pizza that Loki will begin to feel...different. Tony doesn’t notice, but having never grown up with an innate connection to magic and the very force of it stemming from his natural being, he wouldn’t. Sitting back in front of a red plastic cup of soda he has not and will not, thank you, touch, Tony cleans his fingers of the grease and looks up only when he notices Loki’s strange facial expressions.
“Okay, not a fan of pizza,” he says, slowly, knowing something else is wrong.
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.
The dizziness doesn’t hit him the same way, having come to know at that point when the feeling is his own or Loki’s. The process has just taken some time and more understanding of their situation, and Tony’s innate ability to pack away thoughts and ideas into neat compartments when he doesn’t have the brain space for them has helped him ignore a lot of feedback from their bond.
Loki’s strange, empty gestures do give him pause and Tony slowly opens the valve into his more conscious mind. The influx of panic is the first thing that hits him and Tony pushes through it to see what else there is.
A pull, followed by a lack of response causes dread to cloud his lungs before he understands the issue.
Loki and he are still fine, the bond is still there, but Loki’s tether to the universe feels as if it’s dissolved. Tony is on his feet, looking around as if expecting that horrible woman from the feast to suddenly appear, laughing like a cartoon villain.
She doesn’t.
“Time to fill me in,” Tony says, swallowing worry.
Loki tries a few more hand gestures, attempting to draw the runes in the air as Tony had watched him do for more complicated spells. Nothing. No sparks of green or magical letters appear in the air.
His chest tightens even as his breathing starts to quicken.
"My magic. I can't feel it, it's gone. How-" He holds his hand out, trying the most rudimentary light spell. Still nothing.
“How is that possible?” Tony can feel the panic slide towards the more noticeable areas of their bond and he swallows back any he might have to match. Feedback loops aren’t fun, not even when he think they might be. Laughing uncontrollably is just as bad as being exponentially more and more afraid.
Standing up and looking around, not that there’s anyone to help them, Tony puts his hand over Loki’s.
“Can your mom help?” Does his mom even know? Can Loki call Heimdall if there’s no magic?
Tony's voice is muffled by the ringing in his ears as he frantically tries to cast something, anything, even the simplest of spells. Panic grips him more with each failed cast. He feels like he's falling and floating and sinking all at the same time.
Then his bonded puts a gentle hand on his and reality comes back into focus. His fingers curl around the man's hand, holding on to it like a lifeline.
"I-I don't know." He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the warmth from Tony's hand. "Roof. If we call Heimdall we should go to the roof." No sense tearing up the living room.
A few minutes later, Tony still looking with worry at Loki. They’re at least on the roof, but nothing seems to be happening. Tony slips his hands into his pockets and buffets the heavy, cold winds. Whatever is wrong with Loki seems to also be wrong with the proverbial watcher god. His mind is going a mile a minute but on the off chance that Loki begins to throw a fit, Tony’s keeping close.
“I don’t think it’s you,” Tony says, eyes leaving the sky to touch his bonded. “It’s like something has been blocked.”
He nearly said “severed” but that wouldn’t have gone over well.
“Even if you lost your magic, Golden Eye would still find us.”
Loki's thoughts race, thinking of every possible reason why Heimdall wouldn't answer their call. Sure, he and the Gatekeeper never saw eye-to-eye, and had tried to kill each other in recent memory, but he would never shirk his duties by flat-out ignoring a call for aid. Which means something must be preventing him from answering.
Perhaps the same thing preventing Loki's magic from reaching him.
He shivers despite the fact that the cold on the roof shouldn't bother him. With Tony's hand in his, he realizes the chill is his bonded's rather than his.
"Come, let's get you warmed up," Loki says, suddenly feeling guilty for all the unfettered panic he must have been pushing through the bond. Tony seemed to handle it well, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. He takes a deep breath and focuses once more on the warm hand in his as a way of clearing his thoughts.
Once inside, Loki gives Tony's hand a squeeze. "I have a theory, but we will need to contact Thor to confirm it."
“Do we have to...?” Though Banner has stuck around, and Thor comes and goes, it’s been nice to mostly just work with Loki. Tony has always been a loner, and while Pepper and Happy had been by his side from time to time, they’d known to let him be. Dragging more people into the ring seems like an undo hardship.
Still, this isn’t his area of expertise. Technically, it’s not Thor’s either, but with an eye roll, Tony agrees. “Where’d he get to?”
Probably with that astrophysicist. She seems... boring. Which means of course that she’ll come along too. Tony rolls his eyes again and has JARVIS find Jane Foster.
Loki snickered at Tony's reluctance to invite Thor and his human into their his space. It's unclear to him whether the human had always been this private, or if it is the subtle influence of the bond. Either way, it benefitted Loki.
"I simply need to ask him a few questions about his powers. If I am correct, he will be feeling something of an effect as well. You furnished him with one of these 'smartphones', yes?"
“Then he doesn’t have to come here?” Tony fishes the phone from his pocket and hands it to Loki. “Knock your socks off.”
He’s going to busy himself analyzing atmospheric differences just in case it’s some sort of natural phenomenon interrupting Loki and his magic.
Thor, at least, is pleased to have his brother call him and he sounds honestly excited to hear his voice. “Brother! Jane Foster and I were just speaking of you. Heimdall seems angry with me. Did you or I say anything when last we were in Asgard?”
"So you have been in contact?" Loki breathed a sigh of relief. At least that means Asgard is safe.
"Something is interfering with my magic, and I fear it may have something to do with his silence. How fare your powers?" If he's right, Thor will notice some difficulty, but will retain most of his abilities as they are mostly innate rather than learned.
There’s silence for a moment before Thor snorts. “No. Yes. Not long ago. Jane, one moment,” Thor says on the other end of the line and inadvertently slams the door as he heads outside. “I asked to bring Jane Foster to Asgard and he has not spoke with me since.” Which is unfair. Loki was allowed to bring his mortal. “Tell me what is wrong with your magic?”
"I..." Loki looks around as if anyone other than himself or Tony even could be in the room. "I can't feel it. At all." He know he sounds a bit like a frightened child, but it's so hard to care right now.
"It's different than with the shackles. It isn't suppressed, my connection to Yggdrasil is gone."
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Unfortunately Loki also knows that hearing something like that from either himself or Tony would seem more like they were trying to destabilize the organization than an actual warning.
"Were you able to find anything in their systems?"
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“It’s encrypted. Should take J three, maybe four hours. But we’ll have to wait until Banner turns in for the night.” This has to be something his new found friends aren’t culpable to. Tony can not risk pulling them into something so destabilizing until he has proof. “Want to go out for pizza? They probably won’t try to kill me in public.”
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But it has been a long day, and the problem won't be solved this evening no matter how hard they work. An evening out sounds like just the thing he needs.
"That sounds lovely. JARVIS? You will tell us when Dr. Banner turns in for the night?"
"Of course, Mr. Odinson."
Loki frowns a bit. "Just Loki is fine, no family name."
"I will update your preferences," the AI says. "Is there a prefix you would prefer?"
Loki thinks for a moment. "What are the options?"
JARVIS runs through the common English prefixes, with a brief explaination for each. Loki raises an eyebrow at Tony.
"There are three for women determined on their marital status, but no genderless options?"
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It’s not too far into the first pizza that Loki will begin to feel...different. Tony doesn’t notice, but having never grown up with an innate connection to magic and the very force of it stemming from his natural being, he wouldn’t. Sitting back in front of a red plastic cup of soda he has not and will not, thank you, touch, Tony cleans his fingers of the grease and looks up only when he notices Loki’s strange facial expressions.
“Okay, not a fan of pizza,” he says, slowly, knowing something else is wrong.
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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.
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Loki’s strange, empty gestures do give him pause and Tony slowly opens the valve into his more conscious mind. The influx of panic is the first thing that hits him and Tony pushes through it to see what else there is.
A pull, followed by a lack of response causes dread to cloud his lungs before he understands the issue.
Loki and he are still fine, the bond is still there, but Loki’s tether to the universe feels as if it’s dissolved. Tony is on his feet, looking around as if expecting that horrible woman from the feast to suddenly appear, laughing like a cartoon villain.
She doesn’t.
“Time to fill me in,” Tony says, swallowing worry.
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His chest tightens even as his breathing starts to quicken.
"My magic. I can't feel it, it's gone. How-" He holds his hand out, trying the most rudimentary light spell. Still nothing.
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Standing up and looking around, not that there’s anyone to help them, Tony puts his hand over Loki’s.
“Can your mom help?” Does his mom even know? Can Loki call Heimdall if there’s no magic?
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Then his bonded puts a gentle hand on his and reality comes back into focus. His fingers curl around the man's hand, holding on to it like a lifeline.
"I-I don't know." He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the warmth from Tony's hand.
"Roof. If we call Heimdall we should go to the roof." No sense tearing up the living room.
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“I don’t think it’s you,” Tony says, eyes leaving the sky to touch his bonded. “It’s like something has been blocked.”
He nearly said “severed” but that wouldn’t have gone over well.
“Even if you lost your magic, Golden Eye would still find us.”
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Perhaps the same thing preventing Loki's magic from reaching him.
He shivers despite the fact that the cold on the roof shouldn't bother him. With Tony's hand in his, he realizes the chill is his bonded's rather than his.
"Come, let's get you warmed up," Loki says, suddenly feeling guilty for all the unfettered panic he must have been pushing through the bond. Tony seemed to handle it well, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there. He takes a deep breath and focuses once more on the warm hand in his as a way of clearing his thoughts.
Once inside, Loki gives Tony's hand a squeeze. "I have a theory, but we will need to contact Thor to confirm it."
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Still, this isn’t his area of expertise. Technically, it’s not Thor’s either, but with an eye roll, Tony agrees. “Where’d he get to?”
Probably with that astrophysicist. She seems... boring. Which means of course that she’ll come along too. Tony rolls his eyes again and has JARVIS find Jane Foster.
At least his hands few warmer now.
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theirhis space. It's unclear to him whether the human had always been this private, or if it is the subtle influence of the bond. Either way, it benefitted Loki."I simply need to ask him a few questions about his powers. If I am correct, he will be feeling something of an effect as well. You furnished him with one of these 'smartphones', yes?"
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He’s going to busy himself analyzing atmospheric differences just in case it’s some sort of natural phenomenon interrupting Loki and his magic.
Thor, at least, is pleased to have his brother call him and he sounds honestly excited to hear his voice. “Brother! Jane Foster and I were just speaking of you. Heimdall seems angry with me. Did you or I say anything when last we were in Asgard?”
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"Something is interfering with my magic, and I fear it may have something to do with his silence. How fare your powers?" If he's right, Thor will notice some difficulty, but will retain most of his abilities as they are mostly innate rather than learned.
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"It's different than with the shackles. It isn't suppressed, my connection to Yggdrasil is gone."