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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 10:50 am
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Tony smiled at Loki's tired murmuring. Kissing his nose, he finally settled, content to watch Loki sleep. He still had a little too much adrenaline to drift off just yet. After watch Loki fall into sleep fully, he finally fell asleep as well. He slept through the night and into the morning without problem. Shortly after the sun began to rise however, he began to dream, and with it came nightmares. Beginning to sweat, his mind was filled with heat, fear, panic, and pain. Shaking where he lay, he began to mutter, mind fighting his assailants.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 12:31 pm
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Tony didn’t really respond to Loki at first, Loki’s voice only sending more panic through him, feeling as if Loki was trapped with him now. It took a few moments for Loki’s movements and touch to wake him and when he did, Tony’s eyes showed that he was still trapped in the dream. The light began to take the panic away, but phantom pains wracked Tony’s body and he turned from Loki, instinctively curling in on himself, tears streaming down his face at the pain. He had never cried in front of Loki before, but he was too confused and hurting too much to think straight. The whole time, he barely cried out, just giving a pitiful moan at the feeling washing over him. His chest ached; his old scars throbbed and prickled as if they were fresh wounds again.
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