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Sadly.

Anyways, I'd like to say when I'll be updating. It will most likely be every Friday or earlier, unless like, real life and stuff, kicks me in the ass. Or I just feel like being scum.


The lights bear their weight down, ready to take the brothers away.


Tony sees the terror flash behind Loki's eyes.

Like hell he couldn't notice that.

Though Tony feels a guilt dragging him down, betrayal of the team and whatnot, the look in the god's eyes wasn't imagined.

Why was he so afraid of going back?

On the off chance something is going on in the background, what choice does he have?

It's either let Blondie take him to Asgard, Tony left helpless on Earth, or go with them, hoping with all his damaged heart that nothing was wrong. Thor could lightheartedly scold him, and tug him by the ear back to Midgard.

Damn it.

He sees a flash of light, and makes his decision.

Fuck my life.

Tony Stark holds on for dear, alcohol filled life, to Thor's meaty arm.

"Antho-" The thunderer begins, only to be cut off, on their way to the golden realm, with lights glowing blue enveloping them.

The rest of the Avengers stare where the three were lifted, with unrelenting shock.

The silence hangs in the air, a web blowing in awe.

"What the HELL?!" The silence is unashamedly shattered by the archer.


"Stark! Have you gone mad?!" An angry howl comes from Thor, as he clenches the front of Tony's suit.

"Easy, your majesty. Hear me out 'kay?"

"Make your explanation swift. I have yet to bring Loki in front of the All-Father to pay for his crimes." His face fell when he spoke the last sentence.

Loki was busy looking between the two of them, pure confusion covering his features. Under different circumstances, the way his eyes were widened would have been funny, but now, it just emphasized the darkness in the hollows under them.

"Alright, um, this was a split second thing, so I'm hoping I'm wrong. It might have been a trick of the light, but when our favorite God of Lies was threatening me, his eyes were blue. Now his eyes are pretty green, and unless I got drunk off my ass without knowing-which I've done before-Loki looked sick at the thought of coming back here."

Loki's face suddenly had a veil of horror covering his face. It seemed like he would deny the statement if he could, but it was quite hard to convey his thoughts when his silver tongue was held back.

"Anthony…" Thor spoke lowly and dangerously.

"Thor, he's your brother," Loki glowered at the billionaire, "At least look into it." Tony stared pleadingly into the sea colored eyes of the god wielding Mjolnir.

"...It is noteworthy enough to question." The blonde prince's face was cast down as he had once been. Today had been a flurry of emotions. This was not helping at all, the fact that his little brother could not have been completely in control. It was not a place a younger prince would have thought his little brother could ever be.

Though thoughtless murder wasn't a common thought either.

Someone else in the observatory cleared their throat, causing Stark to jump nearly out of his skin.

"I will inform the All-Father that you have matters to discuss with him."

Loki tilted his head toward a man that was completely clad in gold. Even his eyes, which seemed to observe far beyond comprehension. A god with jet black hair seemed to dislike everything around them, Tony noticed. He also noticed that the precious metal was smotheringly everywhere.

Holy hell, they love their gold.

Thor addressed the gatekeeper, who stood with his hands resting on top of a sword. "Thank you, Heimdall."

They began the trek on the rainbow bridge, Loki following behind them.

"Wait, we have to walk? That far? You guys have more technology than this, don't you?" Tony was stunned into immobility at the distance they would have cross. There was a very muffled laughter that made it's way to Stark, causing him to look back, catching the creases of amusement around green eyes, which immediately dissipated into blankness when he spotted the man in front of him looking. Tony's stomach twisted, and he wasn't sure why.


"Father!" Thor clambered into the throne room, Tony and Loki in tow.

Alright more gold. This kind of sucks.

The king of all the realms viewed the thunderer with worry.

"What is it, my son?" Odin pointedly glanced at Loki, a heaviness seeming to emanate around the aging royalty. The silvertongue glared defiantly back at his not-father.

"Loki has committed great crimes in his days on Midgard, but I have reason to believe he wasn't in his right mind."

"Of course he wasn't my boy, no one in their right mind tries to conquer an entire realm."

It was with great effort that Anthony kept his giggling to himself, the embodiment of mischief next to him's eyes twinkling with hilarity. Contradictory and entertaining as it was, there was a serious matter at hand, and Tony was capable of at least managing situations like this-though never on this scale-with some tact.

So, he gave an unconvincing cough and straightened.

Odin took that moment to finally notice him, impatience scattered across the room in fragments.

"Why have you brought a mortal into Asgard Thor?" The All-Father's voice was too even, crisp, and sharp enough to cut the Iron Man suit.

"He is the one who informed me of an abnormality, but-"

Tony stepped forward, raising his hand a bit. "Tony Stark, erm-All-Father was it? King Odin? Let's just skip over titles, though I'd love to name all of mine. I caught a ride here after I noticed something…off about Loki, that I caught. When he used his staff on some friends of mine, their eyes were all blue. His green beauties weren't glowing with that," he hummed, "Creepiness they had, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't wear contacts to just fuck with us." He took care not mention his fright at coming back to Asgard.

Loki paused in the middle of trying to escape his bonds, hands rattling the chains, trying to fit his hands through the cuffs. It was obvious his face wrestled between distaste at the 'green beauties' comment and heavy, dark, drops of confusion from being defended.

Though the All-Father seemed displeased with the mortals coarse explanation, his contemplation was clear. His one eye shut partly in concentration, still somehow managing to look regal as ever.

That's annoying.

"Are you confident in this?"

"Like I said, just something I saw," Tony climbed into his thoughts for a moment, rummaging between haphazardly thrown boxes with 'Reindeer Games' written on them. Images of a rapidly approaching street, before that, glass splintering into glittering stars are filed within, a hole in the sky he barely got out of.

A sense of iciness settles itself uncomfortably in Tony's stomach.

That.

Dark.

Terrifying.

Crater. That crater on the opposite side of where it was supposed to be.

A failed call.

Power down.

Squeezing his eyes shut, what he was looking for finally surfaced.

Footage of Loki, his appearance through this side of the 'door.' Looking ghastly pale, sweating, bags under his eyes purple as bruises, nearly falling over.

It was hard to not feel a little worried. Not to mention the people he had immediately killed. They weren't just bags of meat. They had been people with lives, maybe families, just doing their work. All ended with a blast from that damned spear. Or stabbed.

Or shot.

Clint still hasn't fully recovered.

Loki's history didn't match up though. He still spited Thor, but never enough to really kill him.

He still did try.

But Odin was being too lenient already, best not to bring that up. To mention the All-Father, now that Tony picked his gaze out of his thoughts, he placed it on the Asgardian.

Okay, now I actually feel threatened.

"They was some footage of Loki, after he came through the portal. He looked sick, well, more than that. Couldn't even make it out of the room without doubling over."

There was a significant stiffening, signaled by chains clattering down after being pulled tight.

Stark's head snapped back towards Loki, whose anger was reaching out in flames.

The iron hot grip tightening around Tony's gut was hard to ignore, but he slowly turned back to Odin.

Thor stepped forward again. "Father?"

Standing, Odin spoke. "I will speak to Heimdall."


Sorry for the cut off, I really wanted to post and just wasn't feeling this chapter anymore