"Please tell me your going to appeal to my humanity." Tony strode in (not at all gracefully) with a smirk playing on his lips. His armour gleamed in the New York sunlight, illuminating him in the window. A blue orb gently rested in his palm, ready for use.
"Stark." Loki greeted.
Tony quirked an eyebrow. "You're not much of a talker there, hmm? See, that's where I'm different than you. I like talking. A lot. Silvertongue, they called me. Also the Merchant Of Death. Fitting, don't you think? Say, got any drinks around here? I'm just dying for some Midgardian mead. Preferably scotch. Or whiskey. With a lemon in it. You know what, scratch that, make it a lime."
Loki scowled at him. Pathetic. "Why should I feel the need to converse with you? All that comes out of your filthy mouth is mindless babble."
Tony grinned. "So there is someone in that air head of yours." He mused, scratching his beard. "I heard you use magic, yeah? Didn't quite believe in it until recently."
Loki's frown deepened. "Stalling won't change anything, Stark."
Tony stared at Loki, feigning hurt. "Me? Stalling? Never. I'm simply here to enjoy company, do a little sight-seeing before I become supreme ruler and all that jazz." He said.
"So you came to see me?"
"Well, yeah. You are quite the sight there, gorgeous. If it wasn't for this glorious battle we are currently in, I would make a move on you." Tony took a step towards Loki. "Unfortunately, not all of us have 100s of years worth time. Nor are we on the same side."
"Your jests do not phase me, Man Of Iron. Though it would serve you best to leave before the team gets here." Loki sneered, taking a step back.
"Don't get your panties in a twist, princess. I'm leaving. Still. I wanted to ask you something before I left." He took another step towards Loki, a bigger one. "Come with me."
Loki froze. Tony smirked.
"Come on, snowflake. With your genius mind and my genius mind, we could rule together. We could conquer. And when Thanos comes to take it all for himself, we will be free to roam the realms." Tony pressed, ignoring the slip.
"I have a life here, as a hero-" Tony's chuckles interrupted him.
Said man took a step closer to Loki, leaning in and whispering huskily in his ear, "You and I both know you are no hero, Snowflake."
Tony paused, letting Loki take in the words. He did.
"But you could be great."
Loki took yet another step backwards. "I am already great." He argued. Tony chuckled, slipping his mask back on, turning away. He slipped onto the railing of the balcony.
"I'll be waiting, princess." He took a step back, into thin air.
"I wouldn't count on it, Stark."
