alphabet challenge - i

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 I - Holy

 

It’s a sweet little song and dance, familiar, and it goes a little something like this:

 

destroy.

 

It hums in the blood, brings a smile to Loki’s face–a beatific smile, a smile that makes his eyes gentle and kind, the same smile he says “Are you sure?” with–and damned if it doesn’t make Tony want to go to one knee and swear fealty all over again. He almost does, but he stops because despite the suit he’s aware there’s one long-fingered and gloved hand resting on his arm.

 

“Very good,” Loki murmurs.

 

Tony pulls his helmet off and sucks in a deep breath, tastes ash and smoke, heat smothering his skin, and closes his eyes for a moment. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes–alive, whole, well. This–smoke and fire and ash, rubble and ruin–is something holy, is the altar he prays at as much as he does Loki’s flesh, and vaguely, distantly, a part of him is horrifed but most of all he feels–

 

Peace.

 

(To think he’s found religion in the world burning.)