Tony: And why didn’t you say anything? You took off pretty fast when Thor came back. Why is Barton any different?
Loki: It’s not my secret. My avoidance of Thor would be the same whether we were simply discussing the weather or I had you bent over the back of that ghastly lounge. x
Imagine Hans taking care of you when you’re sick.
#guys no #no #remember canon #remember when he let anna die #hans does not have a good bedside manner
well, to be fair, he stood to gain from her death (so imagine if he stood to gain from you being healthy, whole, happy, and well!), and also couldn’t have helped her anyway (what with the not feeling true love and all — even if he had given half a shit, he couldn’t have helped)
#am i… defending hans?#maybe#i don’t even know#he was quite the smooth charmer when it benefitted him#just imagine a world where hans HAS to be the smooth charmer all the time in order not to die a horrible death or something#he’s cursed and he has to be nice and helpful and caring even though he’s seething with murderous rage inside#that would be delicious#if he acts like shit his health begins to deteriorate and if he doesn’t straighten up he dies#yes give it to me
"Sometimes I keep wondering why a son of Odin would want to order a weapon from an ordinary citizen like me," the blacksmith said absentmindedly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He really needed a glass of water right now. A drink, actually.
Loki was about to say something when Tony talked again a couple of seconds after the silence he had put for dramatical effect. With a foxy grin on his face and the prince feared for the cleverness of what would come next.
"Then I remember I’m Tony fucking Stark."
Oh the surprise.
It does not escape me for one moment that so much joy in my life is thanks to so much pain in someone else’s. When I look down at this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from your dreams are valid.