Loki was still at the top of Stark tower watching the pitiful humans in disorder below, he relished their cries and how they panicked to the point of hysteria. Tony finally reached the top of the tower and a look of exhaustion crossed his face, he had no idea what he was doing but then again did he ever? Loki heard the familiar sound of the iron man suit behind him and he turned to greet Tony.

"Have you dealt with them?"

"Yes, but now I have to deal with you."

"I should have known, sentiment I believe it's called. Sentiment for those pathetic creatures, I thought you were better than them Tony."

"I am. I am also better than you, and you are no good for me." Loki turned his back to Tony, confident he wouldn't hurt him, not that he could even if he tried. Just as Loki had thought, humans were hopeless and changeable; even so, he liked having Tony do everything he wanted, he was practically his pet. He briefly thought back to an old saying he had heard before 'you don't know what you have until it is gone' and if Tony was all he made out to be the only thing Loki had to do was leave. Yes, Tony would be craving him by the time he was done and even if he wasn't Loki still had his fun. Loki quickly turned around and strode towards Tony, a predatory look on his face, even though Tony would have been relatively safe in his iron man suit he still back up a couple of steps when he saw Loki looking at him like that. Once there was merely a pace between them Loki reached up and prised the helmet of his head throwing it carelessly to the ground. Tony saw the glint in Loki's eyes before he felt his hair being pulled and a pair of needy lips against his own, a greedy tongue exploring his mouth. Loki pulled his head back and spoke so low Tony strained to hear him;

"I was never good for you Tony." Loki pulled his head closer, his lips brushing teasingly against the shell of his ear.

"I was the best thing for you."

And with that he was gone, just disappeared. Tony stood for a few moments blinking disconcertedly before he realised what had happened. Everything had fell silent, the faint sound of sirens barely discernible in the distance, the occasional sound of rubble falling to the ground and it was all over. Tony breathed a sigh of 'relief' that annoyingly sounded like exasperation and to his own disdain he immediately speculated if he would see him again.

It had been two days since Loki vanished. Only two days since the 'battle' and it was two days filled with the most monotonous paperwork (mainly what SHEILD liked to call "damages") that Tony had ever had to fill out. He was more annoyed at the fact he had to fill it out in the first place, normally he could persuade someone else to do it but apparently he was in the centre of everything that happened; even though that was true the paperwork was still annoying. Naturally there also had to be icing on the proverbial cake and that was when he had a phone call from SHEILD telling him he had to report to Nick Fury because he wanted to know, and they quoted, "what the fuck was going on with Tony and that damned green caped bastard!" Tony finally managed to finish the majority of the reports (although he may have skimmed over a few minor details) and reluctantly headed over to some kind of SHIELD base to see Nick Fury.

Fury was far from impressed to see the state of Tony Stark as he walked into his temporary office, lacking his usual level of arrogance and instead looking defeated and in dire need of sleep.

"Mr Stark, you look like shit." Tony sent him a withered glare.

"Thank you for that captain obvious, now why did I have to come all the way over here?"

"Listen Stark I know you have already went over what happened but I know for a fact you talk crap. What really happened?" If Tony wasn't so sick of it all he might of actually panicked that SHIELD may have knew what had really happened between him and the so called God of Mischief but he was sure-ish a well thought out lie would placate them.

"I'm sure you saw how he had that glow stick of destiny thing? Well you might have seen half of it." Fury looked ready to wring his neck at yet another eye-patch joke before Tony immediately continued talking giving him no time to react.

"Well it must have magicy sciency hypnosis powers or something. I can remember what happened but I remember not wanting to do it if that makes sense. So yeah that is about it." A moment passed with Fury glaring intently at Tony before he hummed in approval.

"That does seem to make sense, I am assuming you will be trying to figure out how he done it?"

"That sounds like I have no choice Fury."

"Take it how you will. You can leave now and you better be okay Stark." Tony stood up and left with a curt nod, still slightly shocked that Nick Fury, for half a second, sounded like he gave a damn. Unfortunately for him Tony didn't and he was going to what he deemed possibly the best place on earth, his own personal bar and it couldn't have been a worse decision.

Tony should have knew this would happen, he just didn't know when to stop and everyone who used to tell him when to stop seemed to disregard him after, what he now called, the 'incident'; so he was now a victim of himself. His life soon became a blur of further technology development, constantly making stronger weapons somehow craving the need to be better. Powerful. The gaps between filled with painkillers, alcohol and cigarettes. He was trying to run from his own mind, a mind that was constantly filled with thoughts of people seeing him for what he truly was; superior. A mind that was also filled with infuriatingly persistent thoughts of a certain raven haired male, he didn't just want him again he craved him. He craved the lips that crafted words so well against his skin. He needed to be at the mercy of this god, the person who held the cracks together and prevented him from splitting apart but encouraged the dark to spill through.

He was a mess, and he saw it and embraced it. There was no turning back now; it would take something inconceivable to change it. It also seemed that Tony's life was inconceivable, either that or incredibly messed up as JARVIS brusquely interrupted his reverie to announce he had a visitor.

"I will not hesitate to shut you down JARVIS, I told you to stop all visitors."

"Apologies, but he just appeared in the living room sir."

"What the… Oh I cannot be bothered with this!" Tony practically stormed through to the, supposedly private, living area ranting to the impromptu guest as he did so.

"I said no one was allowed up here, what the fuck do you think you are playing at!? I can't be having this, I just wanted… a…" Tony trailed off as he looked at the visitor, he must be hallucinating. Firstly, how did he even get in and why on earth was he dressed like that!

"Who. The hell. Are you?"

"I am Odin the Allfather, one of the æsir and ruler of Asgard. I have reason to believe you have become acquainted with Loki and I have questions."