Groaning Loki looked up , he seemed extremly pale and dizzy. He knew Tony would not be glad to see him. He tensed up and was wondering what Tony was going to do with him. He was very weak. Too weak to be angry or to even attack Tony Stark.
"I ... couldn't get much further. Here was the closet and the only place I could think of coming." His eyes closed again. He knew anybody could so easily kill him when he couldn't fight back.
The god gulped not really knowing what to expect. He coughed and felt pain . He grunted and gritted his teeth. He wanted to remain strong and like he wasn't in pain. He coughed more.

The god of mischief looked tired and very weak. It was clear he wouldn't be able to fight let alone control an army right now. Even his normally perfect black hair was all messy. His eyes were so dull. It was like there was a lack of fight in Loki. He tried to get up only to collaspe and lay there looking rather patethic. He knew Thor would probably be worried as soon as he knew what was going on.

It seemed the god was seeing things. He yelled and backed up. He couldn't barely move though. His limbs were just too weak. For a destructive god who had caused so much chaos to the world, it was almost strange to see him so weak as he was now.
"I am not here to kill you." He rasped. 
He wasn't sure Tony would trust him. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't sure if Tony would think he was faking any of this.

"Also not faking." Loki knew that didn;t mean much coming from him since he was a known liar. He just was shaking and coughing. He had a very high fever and was achy. There was no faking how he was feeling. He gagged trying to hope he wouldn't vomit.
He knew that was too much to hope for. His eyes closed as he was finding it hard to stay awake, Forgetting Tony was there he mumbled to himself. "No... I'm not lying Odin." Odin wasn't there he was just so feverish.