Loki sighed, drumming his fingers boredly on his chest. "Hmm...Anything other than that subject," He hummed in an amused tone, trying to think of something else to talk about. "I would suggest we go out to Central Park or something but it isn't later enough yet for that and there isn't a remote beach near here," he mumbled

"Ah... I see your point..." Thor mumbled, the troublesome thoughts weighing on his mind once more. In truth, he did know one way to get rid of them, but he didn't dare say it. Besides, Loki hadn't seemed particularly interested in hearing his tale, anyway. Trying to think about walking instead, he heaved a sigh, "I think I have had quite enough of the outside world today, anyway. There is a greater chance we might run into one of the Avengers if we go out and about than if we stay in here, regardless of time."

Loki nodded slightly, turning his head to the side to watch Thor once again. "I know we would stand a greater chance of running into them but it's just so plain and boring here. Besides, they don't really have a reason to be after us right now," he said, shrugging a bit again. Drumming his fingers on his chest again, he looked back up at the ceiling and hummed a low song he had heard during his days on Midgard. He folded his legs, sitting up against the armrest of the couch and laying his chin on his knees, glancing around again. "I have no idea what to do," he mumbled.

Thor glanced over to Loki and suggested, "We could just talk a while. It has been over a year since we have had any real conversations, aside from these past two days." Of course, there wasn't really much to tell on the thunder god's end of things. Other than becoming king, nothing particularly exciting had happened that Loki hadn't already heard about in one way or another. Still, it was something to do.

Loki shrugged slightly, sighing a bit. "I know not what we are to talk about though, Thor. I don't think anything particularly interesting has happened on my side of things," he mumbled. "Well, nothing that's necessarily okay to talk about, I guess," he mumbled before turning on his side again to face Thor. "I'm guessing this time your coronation went through without any problems due to my not being there?" He asked a bit teasingly again, deciding they may as well find something to talk about.

With a bit of a chuckle, Thor confessed, "It was far less eventful, to be certain, though I would not call it 'better.' My mind was elsewhere... Really, everyone seemed distracted, as if they were waiting for something to happen. The difference is, they breathed a sigh of relief when the ceremony was over, while I one of remorse. I believed that if you were to come back, that if you were not truly dead, you would have chosen that time to make yourself known." Throwing his head back against the chair, he went on, "Other than that, it was what was to be expected. Mother wept, though I still am not certain if they were tears of joy or of mourning for you with the same belief I had. It felt far more like a funeral than a coronation ceremony."

Loki furrowed a brow in confusion. "Thor...does Mother know that I am alive? She wasn't at my trial. You told her didn't you?" He questioned softly, not quite remembering them speaking about her. "I've not seen her since before the fall," he mumbled, watching him carefully before he chuckled slightly. "If I had been able to, I would have made some grand entrance and would have made a huge commotion about everything. You should probably be glad I wasn't there as I would have found some way just as good as last time to disrupt everything," he continued teasingly.

"I had a talk with her after the coronation ceremony... She did not know, then. When I told her, she was elated- she really does care for you, you know." Thor smiled a bit sadly, "But at that point, you may well have been dead anyway. I knew not what father's punishment to you was." Smirking, he added, "And yes, I know you would have. I was rather looking forward to seeing what you had in store for me. Perhaps another time, then."

Loki nodded slowly. "As soon as we return to Asgard, I must see her immediately," he mumbled. "I know that she cares and I hold no resentment towards her, Thor. I want only to apologize to her because she deserves a far better son than me." After a moment, he continued, "Hm...If there was a next time. I probably wouldn't have rounded up a few bilgesnipes and released them into the grand hall," he chuckled teasingly. "That would've worked out well and then maybe turning all of the wine and mead to water," he continued, flashing a lopsided grin.

Laughing at the thought of the wine and mead being turned to water, Thor said, "They would probably be more upset about the water than anything. You know how Asgardians love their drinks; there would be an uproar over that and no one would even notice the bilgesnipes until it was too late!" When he had calmed down, he added on a more serious note, "You really ought to talk to Mother... She feels that it is her fault that you have taken the path you chose, that it was her responsibility to notice the changes in you sooner and try to heal you all on her own... I have tried correcting her myself, but I think hearing it from you would be far more effective."

Loki gave a lopsided grin. "I'll keep that in mind then for a later time. I think it may come in handy anyway," he chuckled teasingly. "I think the bilgesnipe would be a bit overkill so I'll just go with the water." He nodded slowly, sighing a bit. "Yes, if I could, I would talk to her right now though I am afraid I cannot go to Asgard right now and I doubt she would come here just to do so if she doesn't know that I am here either," he said. "And then if nothing goes correctly...I mean, what if I never get to speak to her again, Thor? What if I can't right the wrongs of our pasts and try to fix everything? I have to try obviously but what if that just isn't enough to solve everything?" He questioned in a more somber tone.

"Are you not the one who told me to stop saying such things?" Thor pointed out, "We will be victorious, brother. We will get your power back, defeat Thanos, and return to Asgard victorious, where we can finally set everything right again." Straightening up, he added, "There is nothing to be done now but focus on the task at hand... And right now, that is reclaiming your powers."

Loki shrugged slightly. "Mm, I guess so; it's just a rather complicated and harsh task when we aren't even sure exactly what we must do to accomplish that," he said again, looking over to Thor. "When I reclaim my powers, I'm going to be using magic for everything. I never really thought about how much I used it until I don't have it anymore. It was always there, just within my reach whenever I needed it and now without it I miss that low hum of energy that was always there. It was comforting and it kept me warm but I only feel cold now," he mumbled cryptically.

The thunder god nodded, understanding, "It certainly is educational, being without power after having it for so long. The small things we took for granted all add up and make for one massive inconvenience. Of course, right now, it is not the small things we need." When Loki mentioned the cold, however, Thor had to argue, "But that's not entirely true, about only feeling cold. Just a few minutes ago you said that you felt warm under Mjolnir, did you not? Warm and comfortable, I believe is what you said."

"I know but sometimes I used to catch myself trying to summon a blanket to me or forgetting that I manually had to change my clothes and keep up my appearance," he chuckled. "It's annoying and weird all at the same time. I don't like it. I feel defenseless and vulnerable without my magic even if I know that I have other means," Loki continued. He chuckled again, turning to look at Thor for a moment silently before he started. "Mm, yes, I did, but that was because you had just been laying there so the cushions were still warm from your body heat," he explained. "Mjolnir does also give off a small amount of magic which was slightly comforting for a moment," he answered.

Shrugging slightly, Thor pointed out, "Well, you are fairly defenseless where it counts. You may be able to defend yourself against most mortals, at least, but... They are not the ones we need to concern ourselves with right now."With a small smile, he added, "Personally, I have always preferred the warmth of another, anyway. It is soothing, in a sense... Like confirmation that both individuals are alive and close at hand."

Loki huffed, glancing at Thor. "Thanks for reminding me...again," he said sarcastically though he was teasing him a bit. "And I can fare well against mortals," he added. He huffed again, giving Thor a lopsided grin. "Well my body temperature is naturally cooler than yours so I find it comforting as well. I think it more has to do with me having the illusion of the Aesir skin yet not having the same warmth on the inside. I think I unconsciously long for it or something as I always find myself wrapped under a blanket or in thicker clothes," he explained to him, watching him intently as he did.

"It might be wise not to forget," The thunder god pointed out, only half-joking, really. It really would not be wise to forget about the threat of Thanos, even if it did make it a bit harder to ever truly be at ease. Considering what Loki said, Thor commented, "I can understand why that might be, but... I find it interesting. I have always liked that your touch was a bit cooler than most. I mean, father's magic may have made you warmer to the touch, but you always felt cool for an Aesir. I always found it refreshing."

Loki rolled his eyes. "No, I guess not but if we don't allow it to slip from our minds at least occasionally then we could go mad," he replied teasingly. He chuckled, shrugging a bit. "I think so but whenever I change to my other form it drops considerably and the difference is easily noticed. I, however, was always fond of your warmth," he replied with a lopsided grin. "It's rather comforting really...And now that I think about it, I think I should've noticed sooner or something, I mean there were quite a few differences between my and the rest of the Aesir," he continued a bit boredly.

Thor shrugged, "It could have been just a skin condition of some sort. I never thought anything of it, either, although I did always find it strange when Father used to tell us that we were both born to be kings. Even now I fail to understand why he said that when your parentage was such a closely guarded secret." "While you prefer more clothing," He added, quickly removing his Iron Man t-shirt, "I do not care much for this mortal garb. The less of it I have to wear, the better." He held it up in front of himself, reading the phrase across the front, before chucking it across the room. "I should have expected that from him, but it still annoys me."

Loki shrugged and chuckled. "That's still not even true. If I had grown and lived in Jotunheim I still wouldn't have been king," he replied, glancing over and watching Thor as he pulled his shirt off. "I still don't think it was a good idea to keep that from me, even if he says it was for the best. I was still teased and insulted while I was young anyway. As for the shirts, I should have been more specific," he added after a moment. "Stark always has to find some way to always stroke his ego. I would have at least bought you a few normal shirts as well," he continued teasingly.

Thor smirked a bit, "They may have been bad while you were young, but they learned quickly." By this, he was referring to the way that he, Thor, had always stood up for Loki, and had a tendency to get violent when others were cruel to his brother. Scoffing, he said, "His ego is the last thing that needs to be stroked. He already has a tower to the sky with his name on it as a monument to his success, citizens literally sing his praises, what more could he possibly want to feel important?"

"Mmhmm. Not many of them wanted to have to deal with you for more than one fight. At least they were smart enough to not come around so much once we got older," Loki replied teasingly and shrugged. "The mortals are quite fond of you and the Avengers now. I actually happened across fans online once; they are quite amusing actually. However, you have just the same amount of fans as he does, all of you are surprisingly famous, as am I of course," he added, flashing a lopsided grin. "I'd imagine that Stark is too accustomed to people always praising his ego so he has to find some way to have them continuously doing so."

"I care not what the mortals think of me," The thunder god replied, sounding rather bored with the talk of them, "I do not intend to spend much of my time here in Midgard. When I come, I come with purpose. What the mortals feel about me is irrelevant. Though Thor had obviously changed a lot since his first trip to Midgard, and though he didn't care what they thought of him, he was still quite fond of them. After all, they were at peace with Midgard, and he needed to ensure it stayed that way- he would rather not have to fight against the Avengers if it could be prevented.

Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes a bit. "Well their 'irrelevant' comments aren't usually negative. Though, I do find it rather peculiar all of the different things that they do say. I'm actually rather surprised that Stark didn't buy you at least a few shirts that praised you instead," he said teasingly. "I can see though why he didn't buy any praising me as it seems he doesn't want any ego to be a competition of his. Oh well." He hummed contently, drumming his fingers along to a song he had learned before he stood and walked into his room. His gaze flicked around as he tried to remember where he had last set the book he had been reading for his own amusement before he saw it laying on the desk beside the laptop. Grabbing it lightly, he walked back into the living room and stretched out over the large couch, laying on his stomach and pulling the blanket up over his back. The book sat open under him as he flicked to the page he had previously been on, his eyes flicking from line to line before he picked up where he had been and started reading again.

Thor would have been content to sit there, perhaps even take a short nap, if the moment he closed his eyes hadn't been the moment he became aware of a faint humming that was gradually getting louder and louder. Finally, when it sounded as if the noise was right in front of him, his eyes snapped open to see Iron Man landing in the center of the room. Loki's gaze immediately snapped up when he saw a movement in the room only to find that it was Stark.

"Aww, aren't you cute, Reindeer Games? All snuggled up with your blankie and your book? Ya cozy there?" A snide Tony Stark asked from inside his suit.

The thunder god stared at him in disbelief, "I could have sworn we were through talking," He said, doing his best to be polite.

Tony chuckled and said, "Yeah, well, things got kinda boring, so I thought I'd come check on you two lovebirds."

Rolling his eyes, Loki slipped his bookmark into the page and pulled the blanket up over his head. "Go away, Stark," he groaned.

Tony laughed, walking over and pulling the blanket off of him. "Awe, come on Reindeer Games! Aren't you happy to see me?" He questioned.

The Trickster's lip inched back in an animalistic snarl as he snatched the blanket back from him. "No."

Tony laughed. "That just put a damper on my day, thank you."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I would be far happy to more damage but I'm trying to read if you haven't noticed."

"I had, but you're supposed to be doing other things. Why is Thor topless? Scratch that, why is Thor the only one topless?" Tony chided, yanking the blanket away from Loki.

Not really wanting to get involved, Thor pointed out, "What about you? Why are you not with your 'green rage monster?'"

"Bruce isn't talking to me. He said I needed to take my games elsewhere, then slammed a door in my face and locked it. I'll try again after he's had some time to cool off. I really don't need anyone else tearing my tower apart." Tony replied with a sigh, "Which brings me back to my question, why is Thor the only one topless? You guys done already?"

Loki narrowed his eyes at Stark before flashing a charming grin and standing up in front of him. "Why are you so worried about my not being topless? Trying to cheat on somebody else before your relationship has even gotten started?" He asked sarcastically.

Tony laughed, rolling his eyes. "Please, Reindeer Games, you're not really my type."

"Mm, why not? Is it not a good idea to have two giant egos in one relationship?" Loki continued in the sarcastic tone. "I guess it actually isn't."

"Pity," Tony replied sarcastically as well. "Besides, your ego has got to be far larger than mine."

"Oh yes because I have a tower with my name on it."

Tony burst into laughter, "You know, that's actually exactly how we found you! I was trying to explain what type of person you were, that you were the type who would want a tower built to the heavens with your name on it- that's how we came to the conclusion that you would be at Stark Tower." Smirking behind his faceplate, he added, "Of course, the difference between us is that I have the means to build my own tower, whereas you had to borrow mine for your schemes. I've got the money and the power to back up my ego."

"You would think twice before repeating that if Loki had his power," Thor pointed out, "Your power comes from your suit, your brain, and your finances- all of which my brother could best you in if he were himself."

Loki laughed, rolling his eyes. "Oh please Stark. I could have built a tower but I had not the time to do so. Besides, I wished to cause some damage to yours and 'hit 'em where it hurts' as you say," he replied with a smirk. "If I had my power however, I would have no need to be on Midgard at all and I would use a simple spell to render any movement or speech of yours void as well as your precious metal suit."

"Oh but you don't have your power now, do you?" Tony questioned rhetorically.

"No but as soon as I get it back I'm changing those letters of yours to say 'Loki'."

Tony narrowed his eyes at Loki from behind his faceplate. "You wouldn't dare."

"Mm, challenge accepted," the raven-haired man purred, giving him a devious grin. "I'll be leaving you to fix it back though. You shouldn't have said anything about it in the first place, Stark."

Tony fell silent for a moment, glaring at Loki, before finally, his face brightened behind his mask, "Alright, do what you want- I'll just follow you to Asgard and pay you back in full!"

"I do not know how you intend to do that, but I can assure you it would be a grave mistake. We do not take well to intruders." Thor warned, trying to imagine what it would be like if Tony were to go to Asgard. Annoying, to say the least, but beyond that...?

Loki smirked. "Good luck with that Stark. Besides, I don't even have much in Asgard so I'm not sure what you would go about destroying," he chuckled. "And I hopefully won't be on Midgard much longer so it would only waste your time and energy to even try and go about destroying anything here. I don't even own it either so you would have to pay back your damages to the building owner," he added.

Tony groaned. "I'll find something, smartass, believe me," he paused for a moment before adding, "You guys aren't much funner than the rest of them."

Rolling his eyes, Loki sat back down on the couch. "I'm sorry we aren't your personal entertainment, Stark," he said sarcastically.

"In that case, why don't you just go home?" Thor encouraged, having had about as much of Tony as he could take for one day. "Get back to your talk with Bruce Banner- just try not to get yourself too battered by him, it would be nice to have the help of your suit when Thanos comes."

Tony was a bit surprised to hear Thor talking like that. "Hey! Have you been teaching him innuendo?" He accused, turning his attention back to Loki, "That's... cheating!"

Loki bit back a bout of laughter, flashing Thor a lopsided grin before turning back to Stark. "I haven't been teaching him anything. He must just be picking it up from being around us all of the time," he chuckled. "He's none too bad with it though."

Tony smirked, looking over to Thor. "You'd like if I left so the two of you could get back to your own talk, wouldn't you?"

"Mm, well I bet it would be by far more interesting than anything you have to say, Stark."

"Ouch, that hurt Reindeer Games!" Tony said in a sarcastic voice. "There's no need to be so mean about it." Loki only rolled his eyes.

Nodding, Thor agreed, "It would be far more interesting. Besides, we all know the real reason you've come here."

Tony looked to the thunder god, interested, "Oh? And what might that be, Point Break?"

"Clearly all you want to do is ensure your victory. You are failing to make any progress with Banner, so you have come here to make sure that we do not get any closer." Thor replied, enjoying the game now that he was in on it.

Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes a bit. "That does sound like something uncannily like Stark. Well I bet if you left you would have by far more luck with Banner. You can't be growing any closer to him by being here instead," he said.

"I can too grow closer to him while I am here. He just needs a bit of time to think and by giving that to him we are in fact growing closer even if I am here," Tony replied in a matter of fact tone.

"Well you could still have left him alone and have stayed in your tower rather than coming here and irritating us," the Trickster snapped in reply.

"I thought coming here would be more fun!" Tony protested, still trying to deny the fact that he was trying to throw their little bet.

Growing more confident with his brother's support, as Loki was, by far, the more intelligent of the two, Thor decided to stick with the thought, and challenged, "Right, you wanted to give Banner some alone time and try to keep Loki and I from progressing."

Tony opened his mouth to agree, but, being a genius, caught on before he managed to get the word 'exactly,' out. "I'm not falling for that!" He chastised, shooting an unseen glare at Thor.

Loki smirked, walking over and sitting on the arm of Thor's chair. "Of course, if you'd rather stay here as we continued our talk, that is totally fine as well but I don't prefer having an audience," he said, shrugging a bit.

"I would really rather you didn't," Tony started.

"Well you are insisting upon staying here Stark and you have to be prepared for everything that that entails," he continued, giving him a lopsided grin but flashing a glance at Thor saying that he was merely teasingly the Avenger for now.

"For once, I agree with Stark." The thunder god confessed, "I would prefer to be without an audience- especially if that audience is him."

Tony smirked, "But you're not denying it! I get it now. You two are all talk, aren't ya? You talk a big game, then lay around... reading books. I'll bet you aren't even taking this bet seriously, are you? I'm going to win no problem, in that case!"

"You're obviously not going to win if you spend your time moping around here and distracting Thor and I instead," Loki purred in response. "Besides, after a while it's nice to relax anyway. Can you imagine how it would be going non-stop? Annoying and tiring to say the least so I thought I would relax with a book before night comes."

Tony chuckled. "Yeah, I so do not believe you, Reindeer Games. Did you lose your power to lie when you lost your magic too?" He questioned though in truth, he wasn't actually sure.

Loki rolled his eyes. "Please, Stark, that was no lie. With a nickname such as mine, I cannot simply lose the ability so easily."

"And that nickname would be?"

"Silvertongue," he replied, flashing a wicked grin.

The god of thunder nodded in agreement, "He was indeed known as Silvertongue by most of our friends in Asgard. He was known quite well for his lies."

Tony seemed to consider this for a moment before saying, "So basically, you're a prince, who's not really a prince because you're not really related to anyone relevant, and you're a chronic liar that uses magic to enhance said lies... and you're mad because you don't understand why your adoptive father didn't hand you the throne?"

"Oh, no. My biological father was king of Jotunheim so either way I was a prince," Loki said, flashing a lopsided grin. "I didn't understand why then but that isn't even a problem now anyway so I know not why you bring it up. Besides, I won't necessarily be prince when I return either."

Tony rolled his eyes. "But you don't deny any of the other things I just called you out on?"

Shaking his head, Loki replied, "No, I did use my magic to enhance my lies but I didn't always lie and I usually did it for a good reason when I did."

"Good reasons like what? Wanting attention?" Tony challenged, "You know the reason I brought it up? I brought it up because it's the same thing you're doing here. Lying and cheating your way to our trust so you can get your powers back to do God-knows-what, and taking your brother down with you... Same with this little bet of ours- you're talking big game but really just leading everyone on. I brought it up because I'm trying to get Thor to see some sense! I bet this Thanos guy never even existed- it was just a convenient name to use, wasn't it? Because-"

"That's enough!" Thor interrupted, shooting a harsh glare at Tony, "I will not have you disrespect my brother in his own home!"

Loki paused a moment too long to think of a reply as Stark started up again.

"Oh, so the God of Lies has no words now? Did I hit a nerve there? You've been lying to us the whole time haven't you and the moment you get your power back you're going to go on another rampage and try killing everybody again, aren't you?"

Loki growled at him. "I'm not lying, Stark, but I don't need you to believe me anyway!" He started in reply.

"Good because I damn sure don't!" He replied, turning back to Thor. "And you Point Break, you don't seriously believe all of this, do you? He's lying and you can't even see it!"

Had Loki not been sitting on the arm of the chair, Thor may very well have thrown it at Tony for that. "Because I know what he is saying is true!" Thor roared, "While I cannot speak for what may or may not happen once Thanos is defeated, I know that he is, at the very least, being honest about that. Stop speaking as if you know him!" Again, with his rage out of control, thunder clapped in the background.

Tony glanced at the window, then smirked as he glanced back at them, "Bad move, oh mighty god of thunder... But just one of many you've made recently. I just hope you get your head out of your ass before it's too late, or we're all screwed."