I’m not all right but I’ll pretend
Somehow, Tony ended up laying on Loki’s floor, he blames the bottle Ikol grabbed before they left the lounge. That damn bottle of devil’s spit will always get him to do what people want.
Even if it ends up with him laying on the floor fighting a case of the spins.
“hey” Ikol nudges his leg “you okay?”
“the room is spinning”
“sit up” Loki commands and Tony does, surprisingly it works. His mouth falls open and he gapes at the man laying on the bed with a bottle “I know my shit”
Tony frowns as he reaches for the bottle “you don’t match swearing”
Ikol snickers as he watches Tony take a shot, “stop swearing around me then” Tony shakes his head and passes the bottle back. Ikol doesn’t take a shot, instead he brings up the whole arguement that started this “I’m sorry for getting mad at you” he says quietly “and bringing up your partner”
Tony stops, taking a deep breath he says “I never told you that you’re still dying, so we’re even” he rests his chin on the matress and fiddles with a loose thread. “did you have anyone?”
“I remember one, Sigyn” he remembers her laugh, how much he loved it, he remembers how kind she was, in fact she was the only person that ever showed him kindness. “we were to be married”
“what happened?”
Ikol shakes his head because he doesn’t know, he doesn’t remember what happened to them. “she probably got tired of me, like everyone does”
“that’s not true”
“yeah it is” he remembers the disappointed faces, he doesn’t know who the faces belong to but he knows they were tired, tired of him. He felt it.
“well, I’m not tired of you and you’ve been here like.. a week?”
Ikol takes the bottle back from him “give it time” he remarks “I promise you, you will get tired of me”
“if you don’t get tired of me first” Tony teases “I’m probably the most annoying person in the world”
“is it a good thing we’re getting along?”
Tony shrugs, “we’ll have to find out”
He doesn’t feel okay, and no it’s not the mild hangover he’s sporting. It’s his body, he can feel his own body giving up, he can feel his blood struggling to cycle through his veins, his stomach churning and rumbling with the effort to digest his food.
“Kol?” he looks up at Bruce who stares at him in concern as he says “you don’t look good”
Ikol opens his mouth to say something but his food ends up coming out instead. He leans forward, gagging and retching as he empties out his stomach he doesn’t hear their reactions or even see them. His head is ringing with the effort to get everything out
Ikol groans, wiping the bile chunks from his face he utters “don’t feel good either”
“what if we try using Asgardian blood for the transfusion?” Sam asks, “obviously our blood won’t work because we’re human and he’s-“
“not Asgardian” Ikol finishes for him, earning more confused looks “I’m Jotun, so unless you wanna go and ask them for some blood, I’m screwed”
“we can still try the Asgardian blood” Bruce states “Asgardian blood is the closest we can get to Jotun”
Natasha asks “how do we get it without letting anyone know Loki is back though?” because it’s not everyday they ask for Asgardian blood. They would surely want to know what the mortals are planning to do with it.
“Need I remind you that S.H.I.E.L.D has all your blood in case of emergencies”
Ikol stands up, waving Bruce along but the latter quickly reminds him “you need to eat first, or else the blood will be harder to take”
Ikol looks back at the counter filled with food and his stomach lurches “I’m good”
Ikol hates needles, so he keeps his eyes closes the entire time Bruce is slapping his arm and tying the band around his bicep.
Ikol’s nose twitches, catching a sweet smell from something. The smell getting stronger as he hears a heartbeat getting louder, footsteps clinking against the tiled floors. In enters the teenager, holding two bags of Thor’s blood “is this enough?” he asks and. hands the bags over.
Bruce connects the blood to the machine “it’s better than nothing” he says as he connects the tube to the needle.
Ikol completely forgets about the needle, too entranced by the blood, the sweet smell of the cold blood hanging beside his head is like dangling a carcass in front of a starving wolf.
Maybe he should have eaten first.
“hey” Bruce stops what he’s doing, snapping Ikol out of it “you look paler than usual”
Ikol shakes it off “I don’t like needles” he mentions as he focuses on the door across the room. Thinking about all the food he can eat once this is over.
Asgardian blood worked, well it didn’t really work but it works better than the mortals blood. Enough of his strength came back so he could cast illusions, and they decided to go to Asgard today instead of going later and risking Ikol collapsing from exhaustion or something.
Ikol was nervous, he was fine walking through Asgard, seeing the other Aesirs but when they got to Thor’s cottage, his heart started screaming at him to go, that it was a bad idea.
Thor is different than he remembers. Scruffy, unkept appearance covered in baggy clothes, the beer constantly in his hand, the horrible attempt at hiding his pain.
Ikol almost doesn’t recognize him as he happily tells them all to sit down, offering them a beer or… well beer.
“we’re good big guy” Tony reassures “we actually came-“ Tony chokes on his words as a giant fuckin wolf comes trotting out of the room.
Thor holds his arms out, “Fenrir!” and the wolf instantly starts rubbing her own face against his.
Ikol just sits there, so tempted to pet her but he can’t because she backs away from him with a snarl. His heart sinks as Thor softly scolds her and then saying “she’s not usually like this”
Ikol nods “it’s fine” he says just as Fenrir’s nose starts twitching, audibly sniffing the air.
No, please no.
She gets closer, her nose now twitching as she picks up on his scent. Thor frowns because Fenrir loves everyone, she’s never ever skeptical.
“Fenrir go to the room“ Thor commands and Fenrir ignores him, instead she jumps up, knocking Wanda over and Thor wants to fucking cry. Fenrir never listened to Thor, she only listened to Loki and he just wants his brother right now because he can’t do this-
Thor stops dead in his tracks, completely forgetting about Fenrir’s misbehavior because she was not misbehaving.
“Loki?” Thor whispers as he stares at the person that used to be Wanda.
Fenrir gets off of him, tongue sticking out and panting in excitement as she looks back and forth between the brothers, she doesn’t know the problems she just caused.
She just missed her dad.