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Prologue
He looked down at the broken man in front of him and felt the anger and fear disapate slightly. A twinge of pity tugged at him and he let his thrusters cool down.
All the fear, all the worry, the pain, it was over. Yet he couldn't feel relieved, just lost. He felt as if something inside him had been taken away, the arrogance, the mirth. The things that made him who he was, stripped away from him by the harrowing fight that had just taken place.
The man sat up stiffly, his limbs nearly shaking with the effort. The man lifted his gaze and locked eyes with him.
'If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now.' He tried not to let it become a gasp.
Tony felt the side of his mouth twitch, he felt the smirk as he stared back at the man.
Loki, so powerful, unhinged, dangerous. Even in the face of defeat, his cool demeanour was still there. You had to admire that.
Loki did not miss the smirk, he liked the metal man, his courage and heart was almost, almost, endearing. He had felt the fear coming off him in waves when they confronted each other. Unlike the rest, Stark was not a soldier, a fighter. He was the least experienced and possibly the weakest member, but, his genius and tactician's brain made up for that and made him deadly. He had ignored the paralysing fear and made a good show. Loki had been wanting to utilise him, that raw talent for escaping danger, but his blue heart had stopped him.
He would find a way, he wanted that mind for his own arsenal. Had he had that man to help with using the Tesseract he felt sure he would have had a better outcome, and he knew the monster would not have gone through Stark to get to him. That was one encounter he could have done without. Sentiment, what a pleasing defect in normal races.
Stark passed a glass to him, much to the scrutinizing gaze of his comrades.
'What, can't refuse a man his last request. Can I call you a man?'
Loki narrowed his eyes at him, his lips curled at the edges as he sipped the bitter liquid. One thing could be said for mortals, their beverages were much more tasteful than those on Asgard. He kept his eyes on Stark, letting a plan form.