Well, I saw Thor: The Dark World three times in theaters and it was awesome and now poor Thor thinks that Loki is dead, so this is a fix-it/holiday fic to make me happy.

I do not own anything but the story idea.

Enjoy!

The first time it had happened Tony had written the humanoid formed energy signal showing up on his scanners on the seventy second floor of stark tower off for being some sort of practical joke by one of his more intellectual pals, possibly Bruce or Pepper, maybe even JARVIS getting a bit too sentient. He had checked the video feed from his security cameras on that floor and saw nothing but an empty corridor. Not worth a look.

The second time it showed up Tony had been sitting at one of his many work desks, reading a debriefing from SHIELD on the whole convergence thing, when he had spied it again. He had pulled up a three dimensional holographic layout of the live scanner feed and saw that the thing was standing there again, on the seventy second floor.

This time he had to investigate, so he got in the elevator and rode a few floors down. He even pulled the scan up on his phone to keep track of the signal, though it wasn't moving at all, just standing in one place. When he finally got to the correct hall his scanners showed that it was directly in front of him, and yet his eyes showed him nothing. So he left. It had to be glitch.

The third time was just the last straw, Tony had to figure it out, if something was intruding in his building without tripping any of the wide array of security protocols and mechanisms he had built, he had to know how and why it was doing so. His system didn't get glitches.

It ended up being Loki. Of all the things it could have been it had to be Loki.

Tony had put on his suit, trekked angrily into the elevator, and stomped down the hallway until he was close enough to see the energy signal. After he had configured a few filters and other visual aids in his helmet he could distinctly make a face out of the glowing blue energy signal.

Loki.

Loki in his building. He was just plain insulted.

Tony left. He left in anger and went upstairs to do what he did best, to think.

The fourth time Tony would be ready.

And the fourth time he was. He was oh so ready, but not in the way he thought he would have been.

By the next time he saw the stupid glowing Loki on his scanners he had finished reading the convergence file and discovered that a certain trickster god was supposedly dead (as well as redeemed) and that a certain blonde, hammer-wielding, Asgardian was pretty torn up about it.

Thor had been staying at his tower along with the other avengers throughout this entire time to visit for the earth holidays.

After thinking about this Tony had scolded himself for not noticing the correlation sooner, he was a genius after all.

All those times he had seen the energy signal he had been so preoccupied with what it was that he hadn't paid attention to where it was. Loki had been standing outside Thor's room.

The trickster missed his big brother, and Tony was going to make this work to everyone's advantage. No one messed with Tony Stark's friends, and Tony was pretty sure letting your brother believe you were dead constituted as 'messing with'.

"You know, reindeer games, your name actually has a festive earth origin," Tony said, leaning up against the wall, phone scanner in his hand. He crossed his arms casually.

The figure on his phone jerked in his direction.

No words. No visual.

"C'mon, I know you're there."

Still nothing.

Tony lowered his voice, "Okay, fine, I'll speak a little lower, wouldn't wanna wake up your big bro would we?" He said, jabbing a finger at Thor's room.

"He's not my brother." Loki said from nowhere in particular, Tony still couldn't see him without the scanner.

"You know, Dasher, there's this thing called the holiday spirit down here on earth, or Mintgard or whatever you call it."

"Midgard," Loki corrected, finally showing up. He was scowling.

"Potato, Patato. Any way, you," Tony pointed at the god with his phone, "have some serious family issues."

"And you have pieces of shrapnel inching closer towards your heart every second. We all have our flaws."

"Keep up with the news: those little nuisances are gone. You're family issues, on the other hand, are worse than ever, considering Hammer Time in there thinks you're dead and you have been standing outside his room watching him for more than a few nights."

"I'm simply an illusion."

There was a pause.

"You still care." Tony said, as if revealing a great truth to Loki.

"And if I do? What of it?" Loki said, donning a look of indifference.

"You need to tell him."

"Why are you interested in such a thing? This does not concern you." Loki said.

"Yes, sorry, it does, because there are these things called friends, and generally I've heard you do nice things for them. Pretty sure this counts a 'nice thing'."

"I refuse."

"Fine, leave." Tony said dismissively.

Loki looked as though he was trying to do just that, but it wasn't working out very well. His form flickered but he couldn't quite disappear.

"What did you do?" He asked, seething.

"Magic, science, there a fine line between the two. I guess you could say I'm a bit of a sorcerer, and by that I mean genius scientist who can figure out how to block and simple teleportation relay until I see fit."

Silence. Angry silence.

"So," Tony said, clapping, "When do we start?"

"You think I don't have other methods of leaving?"

"No, I think you do, but I think that you'll think again about them when I tell you that every single avenger is sleeping on this floor right now and still aren't too fond of you, and I can wake them up whenever I want, which they won't be too happy about either."

Loki looked more than a little sick, but still determined.

Silence.

"Your funeral," Tony said nonchalantly.

"I hate you," Loki said.

"I'll take that as a yes. Now, I have a lot planned for you." Tony said, starting to walk back to the elevator.

"I could just kill you now."

Tony stopped in front of a door and tipped his head towards it, "and I could wake up your big green best friend in a matter of seconds. Do you really want to take the chance?"

Loki looked all kinds of angry, but he picked up his feet and began walking towards Tony, he didn't particularly feel like becoming part of the floor anytime soon.

"Great," Tony said, clapping his hands and smirking, "You can have that drink now if you'd like."

tbc

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