No Promise Of Tomorrow
For the first time since they had met they were the exact same temperature. All the heat had left him and he now sat wrinkled and trembling, grasping as Loki’s unchanged hand with shriveled fingers. Time had altered him, turned him into a crumpled shadow of who he used to be. But Loki loved him no less, no amount of time could ever take that away.
“Snow?” Tony murmured, turning his head to look at him.
Loki gave his love a tender smile, reaching over to stroke the side of Tony’s aged face. He had long since answered to the name Tony had taken to calling him since the Alzheimer’s swooped in and stole away his beautiful mind.
“I’m here darling.” He said softly, reassuringly, as if this would bring back the Tony of years past and he would not have to watch the man before him slowly wilt away.
This seemed to be the only thing Tony needed to hear, to know that even if he couldn’t remember him the man he loved was still beside him. He turned his head and went back to staring at the stars Loki had spelled onto the ceiling and became lost in their endless patterns as he always did.
Loki watched him with a mixture of love and sorrow, for he knew one day he would lose his precious human. It was the sad fate of mortals, that there was no promise of another day. But he would not turn away, he could not leave the man he loved with brown eyes that looked at him so lost and vulnerable. Loki would stay until Tony met his end and then he would go to meet his own demise.
“I love you Anthony.” Loki whispered, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to his forehead.