Tony Stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shwarm_after) wrote2014-12-11 07:05 pm
shwarm_after) wrote2014-12-11 07:05 pm
For Lokisilvertongue LET IT GO, LET IT GO (frozen au)
It had been weeks since the death of both Maria and Howard Stark. It was a routine visit to a neighboring kingdom, but something had happened along the way, and they were gone. There were no details on their deaths, or even a simple explanation. Just one day they were bidding him farewell, and the next day, they were gone. Not only were they his parents, his only family, and leaders of their kingdom, but they were the only ones who knew his one secret.
He didn't know exactly what it was. It was simply something he'd had since he was a child. The simplest explanation was that there was a shard of ice in his chest, dangerously close to his heart. However, it wasn't that simple. For one thing, it never melted. Oh, and it glowed. Every morning for the past 20 years he would always wake up and stare at it's soft glow in the mirror, illuminating his face and chest. It was always cold to the touch and in the winter it would sometimes hurt. It was why as prince, he was rarely allowed to leave the palace and never in the winter seasons.
But finally tomorrow was the coronation. Tomorrow he would officially be king and as king, he could leave the palace whenever he wanted regardless of season. It still hurt that his parents were gone, and even as he thought about it, he could feel a pain in his chest as if the ice had moved. But he had to move on. They lived, they died, and it was his turn to run the Stark empire.
And in order to run the empire, he should know all of his parent's secrets right? That was why he was heading toward the tower behind the palace gardens. It was somewhere that had been banned since he could remember. Sure, he'd tried going on his own, but it was heavily guarded under his father's commands. However, under his own rule, there wasn't a single guard in sight. He had to resist the urge to shiver as he approached the large wooden door. It was still dark out, but it was still fairly warm considering it was summer. There was a part of him that wondered whether or not he should turn back, but he still carried on. His parents forbade him from going here for years and he wanted to know why.
He pushed the door opened and stepped inside.
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Loki had not taken the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark very well. They had locked him in this cage, but they had always been kind to him. He knew he had hurt his only friend, when he was a child, and that his father now thought of him as a monster. His rage had burned cold against Odin, but he had little resentment against the kind strangers who had closed him in this room, but visited him regularly ever since.
Ever since he'd found out that they'd died - news brought to him by a servant who didn't even open the door - he had found the room growing colder and colder. His control was hanging by the thinnest of threads.
And then the door was pushed open, and another stranger stepped into his sanctuary.
Loki was sitting in a chair, reading a book. He looked up, green eyes narrowed. "What?"
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He frowned at the the response he got. Obviously, the popsicle here didn't know who he was, otherwise he wouldn't have talked to him that way.
"Who the hell are you?"
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"I don't think you're supposed to be here," he said. But at least it was a distraction. He was sorely lacking in those lately. "Who are you?"
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"Probably not," He shrugged. At the question of who he was, he smirked. Okay, so this guy really didn't know who he was. Great. "I'm King Anthony Edward Stark of New Yorkshire." He could still hear his mother's voice always prompting him to introduce himself with his full name and title and his chest hurt a little at the memory. He didn't show that, though.
"So who are you?"
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He sobered quickly, but turned away to the window to cover it. Anthony Stark. The child he had maimed with his magic.
"I am Loki, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard. And you, King Stark, should go."
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He raised an eyebrow at the answer he got, though. Didn't Asgard only have one prince? He never met him, but there were plenty of stories about the Mighty Thor. Most of them involved intoxication and bar fights. Tony liked to think that he'd get along with him. Maybe one day.
"Alright, Loki," What kind of name was Loki? "If you're a Prince from Asgard, what are you doing here?"
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Unfortunately, that was a lot to say, so he went with a simple, "What?!"
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Actually, wait.
"Sorcerer? Why leave you here? Why not keep you over in Asgard?" He rubbed his arms with his hands to try getting warm. Why was it so cold in here, anyways? It was a decent day outside, how did it get so cold in here?
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He glanced over his shoulder at Tony. "Why did you come here now?"
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He shivered against the cold and ignored the slight pain in his chest.
"Why's it so cold in here?"
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"Is it cold?" He glanced at the frost lining the walls and the icicles hanging from the lamp. "So it is. Well, if it bothers you, then feel free to go. This is no place for a boy-king." His lips curled. "Assuming you're really even King. I didn't get an invitation to your coronation."
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"Two things, Frosty- One I don't send out invitations to secluded banned towers, and two," He shifted a bit because maybe Loki was right when he said boy-king. "Coronation's actually tomorrow."
Loki still didn't answer why it was an ice box in here, though and he wasn't going to leave until he got an answer.
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"I guess you can come if you want to get out of this icebox, though." Hell, he might as well just free the guy. It's not like he wanted a prisoner, anyways.
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"Get out and enjoy things. Like the sun." Guy was paler than a freakin' vampire.
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"Maybe because I don't want a prisoner. I've got a kingdom to run, now. I don't need to take care of another kingdom's prince."
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