Yes, there was no doubt about it. The mortal staring at him in such blatant surprise was Tony Stark, the Iron Man. That blue, otherworldly glow coming off the man's bare chest made it rather easy to confirm.
"Where are we?" Loki nearly cringed at how rough and loud his voice sounded to his own ears.
"Where do you think?" Tony replied while raising a mocking eyebrow; which of course meant that they were in the Avenger's gaudy tower. Loki was effectively in the very den of his enemies, alone and unarmed. The fact that Stark was also currently alone and unarmed did little to make him feel better. He reasoned that it could be better, could be worse, given the circumstances; he could be in the same room as the green monster.
Which begged the question, how did he end up here in the first place? The half formed memories dancing at the edge of his thoughts evaded his grasp. Whatever had happened seemed to still be taking a toll on his mental faculties. It was a new level of vexing.
Loki just wanted to slam the other man into the wall, demand his answers and then remove all evidence of this horrid display of his own weakness from existence. There were a few problems with that, though. Not only would that require more coordination than what he currently possessed, it also didn't take into account the mechanical, science-driven thrall that somehow pervaded all levels of the tower. There was little doubt that if it did not outright help its creator that it would at least summon assistance. Loki had no desire to deal with any more Avengers than he had to without more information.
For now he settled for glaring at Stark while he positioned himself more comfortably on the large bed as nonchalantly as he could manage. The fact that they were both in bed, naked, did little to quash his suspicions of what might have occurred.
"So," Tony broke the silence, dragging out the vowel annoyingly, "you remember anything from last night?"
Loki narrowed his eyes in mistrust. Either Stark was attempting to play him, or he was as clueless as to what happened as Loki was himself. He decided that for the moment, he didn't care which it was; answers were more important.
"Is there a good reason for why I don't?"
"You don't remember either? That's just great," Tony sarcastically replied as he reached over the side of the bed and pulled up an empty, unmarked wine bottle. He looked at it thoughtfully. "Whatever it was, looks like it must have been fun."
Loki snorted derisively at the comment, but was unable to bite back a hiss of pain as he attempted to leave the bed, his muscles sore and protesting the movement.
"Extremely fun," Tony amended.