Alopecia Universalis
Thor noticed before his boyfriend did.
Every night for bed they snuggle up as close to each other as possible. Tony is pressed into Thor’s warm chest, their legs tangled together, while Thor snuggles his face into Tony’s soft, fluffy hair. But one night, when Tony woke up at 2am for his daily night-time tinkle, Thor saw something on the pillow.
He blinked and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up, examining it closer.
It was hair.
Tony’s hair.
Thor picked up the black lock and studied it, confused. But when he heard the sink turn off and the door open, he quickly threw it in the trash, not wanting to alert his boyfriend.
This continued for several days. More and more hair would be found on the pillow, in Thor’s hands, trapped in the brush. But he stayed quiet, not wanting to alert Tony.
A big part of their relationship was hair.
Tony loved sitting in front of the fire, brushing and braiding Thor’s golden locks. It was a daily routine for them. They sat and talked about their day, had intimate conversations. It was a calming and relaxing technique that helped them decompress. The best part of Tony’s day was when Thor would run his muscular, yet gentle fingers through his hair and cuddle him close.
So when Tony woke four days later to his hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes completely gone, he lost it. “Don’t come in here!” He shouted when Thor knocked on the door.
He locked himself inside the bathroom for hours, panicking and trying to figure out what to do. He did not want Thor to see him. The Asgardian would immediately break up with him, because without the fluffy black hair Thor loved- he was ugly.
“Please, baby, let me in,” Thor pleaded, sitting in front of the door. He had been begging for Tony to let him inside for hours, but the genius was stubborn. He could hear cries and sniffles and all he wanted was to pull Tony into a hug.
“Please go, I don’t want you to see me like this,” Tony sniffed, his voice muffled by the door.
Thor finally sighed and stood up. “I love you,” he said softly. Tony didn’t answer. Thor dragged his feet out of the bedroom.
It was hours before Thor came back. Tony’s tears were dried up and he was drained. He felt so dirty, so ugly, and he would rather die than see the disappointment and disgust in Thor’s eyes.
“Please come out, Tony, I love you so much,” Thor’s tired voice said from the other side. Tony knew Thor could bust down the door with his pinkie finger, but Thor respected him too much to do that. That was what he loved about him.
Tony sighed and wiped his face with tissues. He looked like a complete mess, a complete bald and hairless mess. He knew it was time to face Thor. He hoped he could keep it together during the break-up.
Tony opened the door slowly and stepped out. He collapsed to his knees when he saw what was on the other side.
Thor stood in front of him, completely bald.
“What? Why? How did you-?” Tony gasped out, tears preventing him from speaking clearly.
“I love you so much, Man of Iron. Nothing could make me stop loving you,” Thor smiled. He held up the bag of his golden locks, severed and dead just like Tony’s.
Tony jumped into Thor’s arms snuggling his face into the man’s neck. “I love you too, so so much,” he whispered.
Tony ran his fingers across Thor’s smooth head, just as the Asgardian pressed a soft kiss to his. Everything would be okay.