Tony narrowed his eyes, looking down at Loki suspiciously. He certainly did seem weak and ill. Tony didn't trust him, though. After all the last time they had met Loki had been trying to take over the world and had thrown him out of a window. So he had reasons to be untrusting. And it was in Loki's nature to play tricks to get his way as far as Tony was aware. But if Loki was here were was Thor? Hadn't Loki been taken up to Asgard? If so, how had he escaped? If he had. But that cough sure did sound nasty. What the hell should he do? He wasn't the best at these kind of things. Maybe he should turn him into SHIELD... no. Tony wasn't too fond of SHIELD either. Sure Loki had tried to kill them all but at least he had been honest in his motivations. SHIELD had hidden all those weapons of mass destruction and the stupid council had planned to nuke New York to get rid of the alien invasion. So he wasn't exactly on good terms with SHIELD.

"JARVIS, is he faking it?" Tony spoke quietly to just the AI, something relatively easy to do considering he had the ironman mask down.

"No, sir, he truly does seem to be ill."

Right. Well that was a relief. Sort of. And anyway, no one could fake being that ill. He couldn't even get up. And he had come to Stark Towers for some kind of help Tony guessed. Though he was an enemy of earth. He should really just leave him here. But he couldn't. Damn getting a morality. Frown across his lips Tony let the ironman mask slide up, bending next to Loki so he could get a closer look. "I believe you." He spoke quietly, quite coldly as he watched the god. He was obviously feverish. Tony didn't really believe that Loki wouldn't kill him. He wasn't necessarily here to kill him and seemed genuinely ill but Tony was sure that Loki would, in the end, try to kill him when he was able to.

"Hey, calm down, Odin isn't here," Tony's voice was almost comforting as he tried to work out what to do. Right. This was going to be interesting. He sure as hell hoped the God wasn't too heavy. "Look, Loki, I believe you and I'm not going to hurt you." Saying the words loudly and clearly Tony somehow managed to bend down further, just about scooping up the rather tall god in his arms. Well as far as plans went this was probably one of his worse. Here he was carrying an ill Loki of all people into Stark Towers. "JARVIS, open the door."

"Right away sir." Tony had to take it slowly into the Tower as he was after all carrying Loki. Who was far taller. Ah, the joys of being short. Hoping that Loki would be too ill to struggle or anything Tony carried him right up the stairs, heading into one of the guest bedrooms and gently placing Loki down on the rather nice bed. "There. So what is going on and what do you need?" Please don't be too feverish to not be able to answer.