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Kickstart My Heart	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 2537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Some years later…

Loki sat in the living room, watching mindless television. Tony had loved to lean on him and watch TV. Loki was never interested in the programs, he was just content to have Tony pressed into him.

He didn't want to, but his eyes looked at the urn in a decorative hutch.

~

Loki held Tony's hands.

"Hey, sweetheart."

Tony's eyes fluttered open.

Tony wished he could smile or squeeze Loki's hands. He had nothing, he could not even manage a half smile. He knew this was going to be the last time he seen the love of his live, tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Tony, stay with me. I need you." Loki pleaded desperately. "Please." Loki looked around at the bleak hospice room Tony was in. White walls, heart monitor, wires, tubes. "Don't leave me." Loki sobbed. "Please." Loki's teeth chattered together.

Loki looked up, across the bed, their daughters had started sobbing, clinging onto one another.

Tony's breathing was raspy at best, his eyes started to glaze over.

"NO!" Loki cried out, "I can't live without you!"

The heart monitor flat lined, "TONY!!!" Loki collapsed his head on Tony's chest, "NO NO NO!!!!! I NEED YOU PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!!!" Loki clung to his beloved. His wheezing and sobbing sending his daughters into further painful crying.

Two days later he still clung to Tony's lifeless body. Thor had come, at the request of the twins, he had to pull Loki off of Tony's corpse. He had been knocked unconscious and heavily sedated.

Thor had physically had to support him during the funeral, he had physically and mentally collapsed.

~

Loki shuddered at the awful memories of Tony's death. He should have been grateful. Tony had lived to an astonishing 107 years old between medical advances and stubbornness.

It hadn't been long enough.

***

Vance inwardly cringed at the image of himself in the mirror. His new work uniform was on. And it was ugly, the apron had brown, green and blue zigzags horizontally down it.

He had turned 15 exactly 2 weeks ago. The day he turned 15 he was filling applications out, hoping to find a job. School was easy for him, so working wouldn't interfere.

His family wasn't exactly poor, but they didn't have any extra money either. Since he was 7 he rebuilt any and all electronics for anyone willing to offer him money to do so.

If he wanted something, he had to find a way to make the money.

His father had died in an accident with he was three, he didn't even remember him.

His mother was good to him, but waiting tables didn't allow her to have extra money for anything.

He laughed to himself. Guess he was going to follow in her footsteps. Broke and worthless.

***

Loki looked himself over in the mirror. Same as always. His clothes were flawless, the best money could buy. Not one hair out of place. Stress and sadness still engulfed his face.

He had seriously cut back his time he spent at Stark Industries. He only went in three days a week, but it was enough. He had hired the best employees he could find to manage the company. And it was a proven fact that if anyone didn't perform flawlessly, they were immediately terminated.

***

It was 7pm and Loki had enough with work. A migraine was slowly working its way into his skull.

He walked towards home, breathing in the crisp cool autumn air. He was happy summer was over. He detested the summer heat.

He decided to get some caffeine to take the edge of his migraine. The bell on the door sounded his arrival.

He walked up to the counter, ordering his usual. "Extra large iced coffee, skim, no sugar, caramel, triple espresso."

He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his billfold.

"Twenty three credits."

Money had changed through the years, the world had gone to one universal money system called credits. Which made things so much simpler for Loki when he had to go on a business adventure out of the states.

He pulled the money out and handed it to the cashier absent mindedly.

Instead of taking the money, he felt the cashier take a hold of his wrist.

He looked down at his wrist and the cashier was running a finger over the patterns of his bracelet.

***

Vance couldn't understand why, but he had taken a hold of the customer's wrist to look at the most stunning piece of jewelry he had ever seen.

He didn't really like jewelry. Besides the fact he didn't have money for anything frivolous like that, it just wasn't his thing.

He had seen this before, he was sure of it. But, he knew he hadn't.

He frowned. Why did this look so familiar?

His fingers traced the steel and diamonds.

"Where is this from?"

***

Loki felt awkward and wasn't sure what to do.

"Where is this from?" the cashier asked him.

Loki cleared his throat, "It was a hand made gift."

He looked down at the teen. He had tan skin and choppy chin length sandy blond hair.

He turned his face up to look at Loki.

Depthless brown eyes looked into his. Loki felt like time had stopped along with his heart.

***

The man looked down at him.

Piercing bright green eyes? A color like he had never seen before?

~

He was pinned against the wall.

Someone was kissing his neck.

He sighed.

The kissing stopped and the person had rested their head against his.

They were both gasping for air.

The man opened his eyes. Bright green eyes stared back at him.

~

Vance felt like déjà vu slapped him upside the head as he looked at the finely dressed man that obviously had a caffeine addiction.

And what was that memory? Or was it a daydream?

Vance shook himself out of the trance he was in and accepted the money.

"Twenty seven credits is your change," Vance handed the money toward the man.

He shook his head, "Keep the change."

The coffee was already insanely expensive here, especially with all the espresso, he could not understand why anyone would tip more than the cost of a drink. "Are you sure?"

The man nodded and went to set down in a booth to wait for his drink.

***

Loki sat down and felt light headed. Who was this boy?

He watched as the boy carefully make his drink. Loki never sat and had his coffee here, he always took it to go. But, he couldn't tear himself away from watching the boy.

The boy walked up to him, drink in hand.

Loki read his name tag aloud, "Vance?"

A blush spread across his cheeks, "Yes, sir?" Those captivating eyes locked on to Loki's.

***

Vance didn't know why he was so nervous. Sure, it was his first day. But, he had already served dozens of customers. It was a really easy job.

But, this man was captivating and perfect.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir."

The man smiled and opened his mouth to suck on the straw to his drink.

~

He fell back into the couch.

A man with black hair and green eyes suggestively opened his mouth and sank to his knees in front of him.

He ran his fingers through the black mane of hair and pushed his head down.

He tossed his head back and moaned.

~

Vance could feel his cheeks burning from the images that passed through his mind. What was wrong with him?

***

Loki watched as the boy blushed and walked away.

He slowly consumed his beverage while he watched Vance work. He was stunning, he bet that he had flocks of girls chasing him.

Those eyes were like looking at Tony again. The body was different, but the eyes were the same.

***

Vance collapsed into his bed. Exhausted from work.

His mind was still reeling from the strange encounter with the elegant man.

Those images kept replaying in his mind, he couldn't deny that they were getting him hot.

***

Loki walked the long way home to contemplate Vance. He couldn't understand the connection.

His heart had been crushed without Tony, how could a boy he didn't know draw him in so?

He felt guilty, like it was a disgrace to all the love he had shared with Tony.

But, staring into those deep brown eyes was like staring into his Tony's soul.

Soul?

Loki's mind started turning. Mortal souls were treated differently, it was near impossible to have them reincarnated.

But, not quite impossible, he had to know for sure.

Loki looked towards the sky, "Heimdall, tell Thor I am calling for him."

It was dark now, so he went to sit in the park.

Before long dark clouds rolled in and thunder roared.

Thor came crashing into the ground with a deafening blow.

Squirrels went running away, fearing for their life.

Thor brushed his clothes off and walked over to his brother and sat down beside him.

"It is nice to hear from you brother, although I am curious why, since you never call for me." Thor cocked his head.

Loki knitted his brows together. "I had an interesting night."

"Oh?"

"I met a boy with a fascination to my bracelet."

"Tony put a considerable amount of effort into it."

"Yeah, he did. But, there was something different. His eyes pulled me in. There was a connection there."

"Are you asking me something?" Thor looked at his brother.

"I need to know the truth, did you have him reincarnated?"

Thor took his brother's hands and looked him in the eyes. "Yes."

Loki was overcome with emotion. He didn't know what to feel. Joy? Excitement? Pain? Nervousness? Fear?

Tears slid down Loki's cheeks, "Why?" he managed to choke out.

"You are my brother, Loki. You are lost without him. There was nothing else I could do. With his mortal soul it was impossible to resurrect him. Reincarnation was my only option."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Loki asked.

"It wasn't a guarantee you guys would find each other. I didn't want to get your hopes up if you didn't end up meeting him. And I didn't want you to obsess over it. Overanalyze every person you ran into."

"Thank you." Loki embraced Thor.

Thor let out a sigh of relief.

Something then struck Loki as odd, "Thor, I know it is near impossible to have a mortal reincarnated. How did you manage it?"

Thor looked down, "Loki, I don't think you want to know."

Worry twisted Loki's face. "What was the price?"

Thor looked away.

"You need to tell me." Loki said flatly.

"I had to bargain with Hela." Thor grimaced.

"You have got to be kidding me." Loki rubbed his temples. "I…love my daughter, but she is not one to bargain with."

"Yeah."

"You still haven't answered me, what was the price?" Loki asked again.

"A child."

Loki frowned further, "You aren't the kind to sacrifice the living, especially a child."

Thor laughed, "Not a sacrifice."

Loki's eyes widened as the horror sank in. "You mean…she conceived a child of yours?"

Thor nodded.

"I guess I have missed a lot since I don't return."

Thor nodded again.

That migraine settled back into Loki's skull as he groaned.
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