Resurrection

Chapter -8

Loki’s mind was whirring when he thought of the past events. Sure he knew things might be a bit uncontrollable. He knew that because when Baldur died he tried to bring him back and almost was scared to see the hatred in his eyes. No matter what the stories say it was a mishap. He didn’t want to kill his brother and it was a serious miscalculation.

But Stark had startled him. The man was always known for his cunningness, wit and charisma. But even in their brief counter he knew one thing, Stark didn’t hold anger or revenge like others. He saw through other’s actions. Forgive them for their misdeeds. So yes it was shock.

He knew that sending Peter now to Stark was letting a scapegoat to the den. Thor was too brute, he wouldn’t spare a thought before striking down the man of Iron.  Which would definitely end in bloodshed. The sorcerer was tired, anyone who saw the man could see that he was barely holding it together.

Which left the task to him. With his silver tongue he knew that he could try to find reason within Anthony. But if plan go wry, he knew that there was nothing he could do. Even if he use the entire seidr he wouldn’t be able to escape.

Muttering a curse he entered the room where Stark was lying peacefully.

“Wake up, Anthony… You are home”.

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Tony woke up slowly. He felt like his eyes were burning from the sunlight hitting on its eyes. Were my eyes this sensitive? Tony mused as he heard a shift in the room.

“Frigga, draw up the curtains” Tony said unable to shut his eyes which were now beginning to water.

“Frigga?” he heard a broken whisper. “How do you know my mother?”

He didn’t know whether it was the question or the familiar sound but he whipped around remembering the fragment of dreams which almost felt real the previous day.

“Where am I?” he asked dodging the question from the man opposite.

“You know where you are Anthony” Loki almost purred. The trickster was preparing for a fight but what he got was an anxious glance and a calm demeanour which almost made him want to comfort the handsome man. But he knew that this was exactly how Peter had encountered Stark. Things had went downhill from then.

“You are in Earth. To be more specifically in Doctor Strange’s sanctum” Loki continued judging the reaction.

Tony sighed. “I know you are waiting for a fight reindeer games but am not in a mood for it”.

“Aren’t you surprised to see me here?”

“You mean the fact that you are alive or the fact that you are standing here?” Tony asked rubbing his perfect goatee absently and continued- “I don’t know, when someone advocates adamantly that her son was not the person you thought to be, they kind of grow on you. In my case, they seem indifferent to me.”

“You met my mother.” Loki realised with a smile. He knew that his mother was in Valhalla, now that her husband had joined it would have been a joyous occasion to meet them.

“Yep, she is awesome. But can’t say much about the old eye patch. Your dad is kind of grumpy”.

“Adopted” Loki said almost like a chant.

“Geez, and some things don’t change”. Tony knew that he wanted to lash out. He wanted to see his kid. Now that he was back he wanted to go back to his family. But he remembered that when he showed his emotions to kid he was terrified. Which reminded him that his Peter was here. The kid.

“Loki… I want to see my child”.

“You can. Tony, but you need to wait some time. You are new at this, and we need to be sure that you would be able to control your power and cast a glamour on you.”

Tony knew that it was irrational. To wait some time he could do it but all of this seemed like a dream and he didn’t want to go back without meeting his baby girl.

“Stark, listen to me. You need to be patient. Your anger can cause danger to others. Wait for a day, if both I and your sorcerer friend could feel that you are okay, then you will be taken to your child in that moment. Now why don’t we eat something?”

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Peter would be lying if he said he was calm. Now that the fear had left him and he remembered how Tony actually looked, Peter was having another kind of nervousness. Mr Stark was always handsome, with the expensive suits and killer watches, he demanded the attention where ever he went. Even in the privacy of the pent house, where his mentor loved to wear old Band t-shirts, he still looked every bit handsome with those rippling muscles and numerous scars from battle and lab sessions. It was so hot.

But now. He remembered seeing magazines when he was young with Stark on front. I mean, he was the world’s eligible bachelor according to Times magazine (was, the last time Peter was alive).

But nothing prepared for what he saw now. Tony in his twenties with bushy hair and pink lips was a dream. He couldn’t describe him without embarrassing himself. Yep, tony was his man of dreams.

And currently as he enters the room folding his arms for the inevitable, he could see how he was intimidating even back in the younger days.

“My favourite boy band is here! If only the old man comes from the iceberg, we will come full circle” Tony started trying to ease the tension. He could see Dr strange (douchebag-he was the reason he was dead in the first place) and thunder bird ready to crackle.

“Man of Iron, how fare you my friend?” Thor asked coming forward with his hand extending for bear -crushing –hug.

“You know, with being dead and gone to heaven, time flies real quickly. Can’t say I have been better. As there is top notch food, an incredible lab and music. I would say you should visit it but you know given the circumstances, you can wait for the final abode.” He knew he was rambling but he wanted to show he was okay. Like Loki said if they ‘certifies’ him being good, then he will be able to see his Pep and daughter.

In the corner he saw the kid standing shyly. “Underoos, are you gonna stand there? Come over here” he said beckoning the frightened kid.

“Mr stark, Mr stark! You are back, oh god!” the kid hugged him (latched onto him) fiercely and continued-“Oh god, you smell just the same”.

Tony smirked.

“I said that loud, didn’t I?” Peter asked a blush creeping into the face. It was adorable and ‘I have a wife and kid’ he thought trying not to show how affected Tony was.

“I can hardly blame you, kid. Look at me with youthfulness back, I am quiet the catch, right?” He said trying to shake off the awkwardness but Peter was now looking down, his face flushed further on Tony’s comment.

“Tony, we need to talk”. He heard the sorcerer’s voice.