Tony's phone suddenly buzzed, Tony jumping at the sound. He groaned and pulled it out of his pocket, answering it.
"Hello?"
"Tony? I'm speaking to Tony,"
"Yes."
Tony's voice was a little slurred, thought it was hard to notice, especially over a phone.
"Where are you? We've been looking for you for hours now."
It was Steve, answering in a worried Manor yet somehow still kept his polite composure.
"Avengers tower."
"Where- why a you in Avengers tower?"
"Because I put myself there."
"You do realize that area is being contained, right? The officials are trying to figure out how to get up the tower."
"Nope."
"Where were you all this time? We're you looking for us? Did you call Sheild? What were you doing?"
Tony went silent for a bit before saying, "where are you?"
"We're by that one coffee shop, uhh, Super Coffee Co., Why?"
"I'll meet you there."

***

"Hel? Helheim? I'm dead?"
Thor nodded.
Loki looked at his hands. "But- how? I'm, what-?"
He froze, and looked up at Thor.
"If I'm dead, why are you here?"

Thor sort of half-smiled. "I'm on Midgard right now. I still am not aware of your death."
"Then, why are you-"
"I'm simply a memory, from your head."

Loki paused, hesitated, then asked, "how would you know I'm dead, then?"

"You knew you were in helheim. You were just too panicked to figure it out."

They both went silent for a while, just stairing at each other untill Loki, once again, hugged Thor tightly.
For a minute, everything felt odly still and quiet. The Ravens had stopped cawing and the only sound was the water brushing against the rocks.

"Be wary. Helheim is trickey like you, brother. It will try to keep you from leaving anyway it can." Thor's deep voice cut through the silence like a knife.

Then, there was a flash if light and a ringing sound, and Thor had been replaced by someone else.
He was shorter and warmer, allthough there was a small cold, metal spot on his chest.
Loki felt their warm hand rubbing the back of his head, and looked up.

It was Tony. He smiled at Loki and snuggled his head.

Loki started sobbing into Tony's chest. Tony started crying too.
Loki finally felt ok. He felt like he belonged in Tony's arms. As if he wasn't dead. As if he had been transported to the most wonderful place he could think of.

But in that exact moment, he felt something missing. Something wasn't right. Maybe it was in his head, or because he was dead. But something felt misplaced.

But what Loki felt couldn't be accuratly described in words.