AN: Hello everyone! This is just a little sliver of a fanfic idea I've had for a while and if this chapter does okay I'll post longer/more chapters. This is rated T for now but the rating will go up as the story progresses. There will be eventual FrostIron as well. I've never written these characters (excluding RPs) so if they are OOC let me know in PM and I 'll improve for the next chapter. I have nothing else to say besides, GERONIMO!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you might recognize.
He wasn't quite sure just what was going to happen anymore.
It had been a few hours since his subsequent defeat at the hands of Banner's alter ego and only about an hour since his and Thor's failed attempt to return to Asgard. Why the mortal Stark believed that he could even dream of manage interplanetary travel was beyond the god. Didn't they realize just how much magic it took to even get halfway between dimensions? Science by itself would not be enough. If it hadn't been for...who exactly? Loki scowled and looked around his cell contemplatively but soon shrugged off the mystery of who helped him, it had to have been the tesseract or the Other. It wasn't important. Yet there was a part of him that was completely terrified at this fact. Perhaps a healer back in Asgard-
Asgard. He leaned his head against the metal wall of his cell and sighed past the metal gag in his mouth. He did not want to go back to Asgard under any circumstances, but he would take it over the monotony of sitting in a midgardian cell in a remote SHIELD base. At least in the dungeon there would be guards to taunt. They had thrown him into this room once they realized their little experiment failed.
Might as well make himself comfortable while he waited for Thor to recognize they needed magic he thought to himself, closing his eyes as he slid onto the metal cot.
Tony Stark was not a happy man.
It failed. Something he created failed. Yes, it was something nobody had ever tried to accomplish but he was a certified genius. He could create anything out of nothing on the first try but apparently not an interplanetary traveling device. What. The. Actual. Fuck. The genius slammed his glass of scotch on table with more force than required and glanced quickly around the SHIELD lab that he was currently holed up in. It was so plebeian. They didn't even have a decent plasma cutter.
He mumbled incoherently under his breath and went back to flipping through multiple blueprints of the ITD (Bruce wouldn't let him come up with a cooler sounding acronym). Tony started slightly as he heard someone clear their throat from behind him and turned around, smirking when he realized it was just Bruce.
"Have you figured out what was wrong with the ITD?" Bruce asked casually and sat down on a stool, absently picking up a blueprint and scanning it.
"No." Tony replied petulantly and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "I don't know what went wrong, according to all the calculations this should have worked. I haven't been more confused since Katy Perry released that E.T. music video." Bruce snorted and dropped the blueprint back onto the table and looked up at Tony.
"Well, maybe there's another element to this that we're missing. How did Thor get here?"
"Big Daddy sent him here."
"And Loki?"
"Probably whoever gave him the army."
Bruce pursed his lips and glanced around the room. "What do they have that we don't?" he asked the genius.
Tony scoffed replying, "Nothing, from what Thor told me their version of science is basically magic and that's not even that widespread. He still thinks I'm a seidr or whatever." He smirked.
Bruce jumped from his stool. "That's it! We need-"
"SHIELD brothers! We need magic!" Thor practically ran into the room, grinning triumphantly. The god of Thunder stopped just in front of the two scientists and placed his hand on the both of them as if he didn't already have their full attention. "I didn't realize this at first but the Widow has kindly informed me that science is not like the magic I know of." He turned to Tony with a serious look and said quietly, "I am deeply sorry for calling you a seidr Man of Iron. If I had known the truth to your specific craft I would not have made such an accusation."
"Wait, being a seidr is bad?" Tony pulled back from the god and raised an eyebrow, "I thought your brother used magic?"
"Yes, he does but it is greatly frowned upon in Asgardian society, magic is a woman's craft, no matter how useful it is."
"That's not sexist at all." Tony frowned and opened his mouth to speak again. "I mean seriously. If I could do magic I would. You could find a way to feed starving orphans or something."
Bruce decided to step in at Thor's confused look. "That is completely irrelevant right now." He ignored Tony s incredulous look, "What we need to do is figure out how to get some magic and send you and your brother on your way back to Asgard.
AN: So that was that! Let me know whether or not to continue (Its no fun continuing to post this if I don't know if anyone is actually reading.). We need at least two reviews for this story to actually kick off all the way.
Hoping to write to you all again,
~Jessk13