Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream
Tony is whistling in the kitchen and making pancakes for himself and Loki. The god in question is watching him and sitting on the counter, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his shirt.
¨Tony, do we really have to go to that meeting later?¨ He asks, not wanting to go at all. He would much rather stay home with Tony and watch movies all day while cuddling one the couch. Tony sighs and puts the pancakes on two plates, handing one of them to Loki.
¨Lokes, you know how much I love breaking the rules, but.." He pauses, taking a bite of his pancakes.
¨screw it, you know what? let´s stay home today. ¨ He smiles and kisses Loki´s cheek lightly. Loki grins and eats his pancakes happily before getting off the counter and setting his plate in the sink. He walks up behind Tony and wraps his arms around his waist. "I love you, so much.¨ He says softly. Tony turns towards him, his face morphing into an expression of anger and disgust. "How could you even say something so ridiculous? As if I could ever care about you.¨ He turns and shoves Loki back with great force. Loki´s back hits the fridge as he hadn't been expecting the shove. Tony begins to stalk towards him with a malicious grins on his face and a large knife in his hand. Loki screams and wakes up in a cold sweat, he looks around and slowly realizes he had been asleep beside Tony in there bed and not beneath him in their kitchen. He calms himself after a moment and lays back down. He feels Tony's arm circle his waist and he leans into the touch happily.
¨Lo, did you have a nightmare?¨ The engineers groggy voice asks.
¨Yeah, it was nothing, I´m fine.¨ He says softly, already feeling better. He turns around to face Tony, smiling a little as he does. He opens his eyes and jumps awake, realizing he had been dreaming and was alone in Tony´s guest room. He wasn't in his cell, he wasn't in their kitchen watching Tony make pancakes like they did every Saturday, He wasn't curled up in Tony´s arms, sleeping happily. He was alone, with the love of his life across the hall having very loud sex with with some women who he had once called friend. He pulls his pillow over his head and sobs, allowing the loud cries wrack his body. He stays that way, curling into a tight ball with his knees in his chest and sobbing into them until he eventually falls into a thankfully dreamless sleep.