In which Tony is bitten by a werewolf (although everyone thought it was some sort of rabid animal) and he starts to shift during his first full-moon. Loki attempts to calm him down….?
More like being a little shit, as usual.
”- I’m fucking fin-argh!”
Pain like nothing he’d ever felt before gorged through his insides, ravishing his nerves, causing Tony to scream (a disentangled note of human vs wolf) and fall unceremoniously to the ground. Each part of his body, his muscles, flexed and tortured him by rearranging what normally would never have moved in the first place.
With bleary vision, Tony saw as his nails grew sharper like that of an animal’s. He felt his teeth forcing itself to make room for fangs to replace the former set of flat human teeth. He screwed his eyes shut tightly, fingers curling around itself and digging onto the floor (which was suddenly so soft). Oh god, why did his eyes burn like hell?
"Stark." The way Loki spoke his name wasn’t a question. Almost like a statement, as if speaking his name was an attempt to confirm that his mind was still here.
Which it was. Why shouldn’t it be?