A/N: Thank you for the reviews and the faves darlings! :*
I just had to make Tony the demon, because he's just so damn good at it ;) there's not enough of villain!Tony in the fandom, so I had to help it. And as to the mysterious incident of Loki and the people in the previous chapter - well, use your imagination. People can be real douchebags when it comes to strange things and 'freaks'. I'm sure I'm not alone with this point of view.
I hope you'll enjoy how the story goes on! :)
Chapter 14
~*Mommy dearest*~
Loki stirred awake. A glance at his mobile told him it was 11.40 p.m. Quite unusual time for him to be asleep but he hit the bed early for once. At first he didn't know what woke him up – the thought crossed his mind that Tony was back, but the room felt rather cool so that was highly unlikely.
He lay under the covers with his back to the door and listened. There was a soft rustling with the lock. Someone wanted to come in. Bad call, he thought and cautiously rose from his bed, gun ready in his hand and easily slipped to the door.
It took a surprisingly short time for the intruder to pick the lock and Loki barely had time to nestle to the wall and the door opened with the hinges creaking. Illuminated from the low light lamps of the motel corridor a woman stepped into the room scanning the place for something, but she had no time to find it because as soon as she was fully in Loki closed the door while he held the gun poking into the middle of her back.
With a gasp she threw her hands up in surrender and cried on a stifled tone, "Don't shoot me!"
She tried to turn around but Loki quickly stopped her, pressing the tip of the gun into her back.
"Don't. Move." he said on a levelled tone. She swallowed hard and nodded.
Time to ask questions.
"What do you want here?"
"I – uhh – I gathered you were a – a hunter? Please don't shoot me!" she stuttered and her shoulders tensed up even more as if she was just waiting for the gunshot as soon as she uttered the word 'hunter'.
"And?"
"I need your help!"
"What makes you think –"
"I've seen you work a case, a – a shapeshifter, right? Or – or a ghost? I don't really know and it's really hard to think and speak with that gun in my back!" she exclaimed and her tone was nearing hysteric, but Loki persisted. "Oh come on! I was working at the bar – remember? Larry's? We even talked a few times, it's Christine!"
It was a bit strange that the bartender girl would sneak into Loki's motel room in the middle of the night, but she was nearly screaming now and that could draw attention which Loki could absolutely go without. He withdrew his gun and secured it in the back of his waistband. Eyeing the girl from the corner of his eyes he strode to the table in the corner, settled in one of the chairs and gestured for her to take the other seat.
"Finally!" she moaned and sat down the furthest away from Loki possible at the table. Even just awaken from his sleep Loki could pull very frightening looks.
"What do you want from me?" he asked gruffly and snatched the still half-full beer bottle from the table. He didn't like it, but he needed something to do with his hands.
Christine squirmed a bit in her place and tightened her grip on the handle of her purse.
"I – I need your help. In a case! I know you just finished yours and you must be tired," Loki gave her an unimpressed look that got her blush and squirm even more, "But, you know, I've seen a few hunters before, but you're the – Ugh, I'm going to sound stupid, but you're the first I grew to like and – trust? the only one I dare to ask for help! Please, you must help me, William!"
William Buxton. All right. A reminder never hurt as to which of his fake names he used on different cases. At least now he'd recognize himself – Loki mused darkly.
"I'm not the best to trust," he said coolly.
"But no! Listen! I – I'm sure it'll interest you," she took a deep breath, "I- I recognize devil's traps and I saw you looking up things about Tony Stark."
The name worked like magic. Loki put his bottle to the side and gestured for Christine to go on.
The dam broke and she poured everything out on Loki. She told him about how her boyfriend got into hunting and collecting all the crazy voodoo stuff and occult books on ghosts and demons and all this supernatural craziness and how she hadn't believed him first and just wanted to send him away to a doctor. But then everything turned real all of a sudden knocking on their door. He was killed while working a case with the demon, Tony Stark involved… she had to believe him, she tried to deny it but in the end she realized she couldn't just ignore something thrown in her face. However, she was too afraid and inexperienced to go on a revenge spree… But she kept his stuff and kept on reading up everything she could find on the demon, hoping for a hunter to maybe share the same case with her.
"And now you're here," she said, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears and with a crazy spark to their depth. "And you're not just a hunter, but someone who also seem to know and hunt that monster."
After a short pause, weighing her words and studying her Loki said, "Trust me on my word when I say there is no way I could present his head on a silver plate for you."
"But I found a way to kill him!" she insisted and leant forward ready to catch Loki's arm when he pulled away.
"Then go on, I won't stop you," Loki said and reached for his gun and placed it cautiously on the table pointing at Christine.
"What?! You say it as if it was such a favour that you let me go my way!" Christine gasped and pulled back throwing her hands up palms facing Loki, but he also didn't miss the ferocious fire lighting up in her eyes. "What kind of hunter are you? You're aiming at the wrong person!"
"I'm a hunter," Loki said, his face a perfect mask of indifference, "and you are on my list to kill."
Before she had a chance to cry to differ Loki spoke up again, "You're hiding it well, but you see, you are a very passionate ghost judging by the ectoplasm just dripping down your neck. Out with the truth or I'll have to put you to rest before I go back to sleep."
She sucked her teeth and glared at Loki and now there were no signs of the shy and sweet bartender girl in her expression. It was definitely the ghost showing through.
"Everything I said – it was true, maybe my personality is not, but-"
"One more lie," Loki interrupted her, "and you're dead. For sure."
"What? No! It's the truth you paranoid bastard!" she cried.
"You're vibrating with nerves, afraid to be caught," Loki said not at all moved by her drama act. He was used to slicker liars. "You worry your lips when you choose your words and scratch your neck and nose. Beginner's signs of lying."
Not-Christine's stormy temper broke as she couldn't bring the desired reaction from Loki. "What do you want to hear?" she snapped in the end.
"The truth. With your name as a start."
She took a deep breath and after she steadied herself, her mouth narrowed into a grim line before she spoke again.
"My name is Maria Carbonell Stark. And I want that son of a bitch dead and burning to ashes in Hell for killing my son."
Loki couldn't help but gape at her. What were the odds of meeting the ghost of Tony Stark's mother? The real Tony Stark's. She must harbour some very strong vengeful spirit to be still around without drawing much attention to herself.
"Why would you risk asking a hunter to help you when you could go after him on your own?"
"I'm not stupid," she snapped irritated, "I know that it's dangerous, but then you don't understand the extent of my hatred! I know a way to kill a demon once and for all!"
"I've tried a few and I believe if I try on more I wouldn't have another chance."
"But this! I swear this one would work for sure! I just need someone's help to catch the bastard and I'd get the rest done!"
"This?"
"Yes!" Maria was too eager to grasp any shred of Loki's interest to look for the cunning gleam in his eyes. She mistook it for curiosity. "It works as a last resort especially against crossroads demons. I – there are a lot of things one can learn after death. You need the bones of the demon. From the time they were still human. You burn them – and it's all over!"
Loki looked at her evenly. So there really was a proof that demons were once humans, not just for getting disillusioned by humankind, but could it really be their weak point? That demons were buried somewhere?
"And why should I need you after all this?"
"Because you still have to find out where on earth he has hidden his bloody bones! And I'm the best to get it out of him!"
Loki could argue this point. Although he had learnt to be careful when it came to the vengeful nature of women and he knew their cruelty sometimes even surpassed men's, but he still wasn't convinced that she could get any kind of information from Tony Stark.
She was a terrible liar after all, and even though they sort of knew too well what gave them away to the other Loki was still the master of detecting lies even on such a masterful liar as Tony. And it probably wasn't only Loki whose mind supplied the back-stair that if Tony happened to kill himself or was found out to have had a deal with Hell, there was hardly any way that there were any record about his resting place. He might not even have any. If Tony happened to come up with this excuse, Maria would just see red, true or not and that wouldn't get them any closer to the demon's destruction. Tony would get away and if he hadn't happen to hide his bones somewhere, he certainly would this time and then everything would be lost again.
"Shouldn't it bother you that you're just about to torture your own son quite probably to death?" Loki asked instead of letting his other worries show.
He must have stumped on a nerve because the glass started to shake in its frame and the lights flashed out.
"That monster took my beautiful, innocent baby boy," Maria's voice shook and it slipped towards high pitched screaming by the end of the sentence. "I want him dying! Suffering for that!"
Loki arched an eyebrow but didn't argue this point any longer.
To gain Loki's trust for sure, Maria offered, as a sign of good will, to tell him where she was buried so that Loki could get rid of her anytime he saw fit.
Loki just laughed at her mirthlessly and sharp, and told her that she wasn't a good liar enough to fool him. She was obviously growing frustrated with the hunter even in the darkness but she was more obsessed with the idea of revenge than to dwell on such things too much. Eventually Loki learnt without the need to strain his mind that she had been cremated and she was tied to a cursed necklace that hung in Christine's neck.
Truth be told, Loki knew now everything he needed to get rid of the ghost who was getting under his skin with her chuckle that sounded more like nails on the chalk board and smile as horrible as a demon's. But he also meant what he said about his remaining shots with Tony. He only had one left.
They agreed that Loki would summon Tony, because despite the threat Loki still posed to the demon – no matter what he claimed – he still answered his calls. He would trap the demon and Maria would gladly take over with the torturing. Loki shrugged – and even though he was sure Maria was a bit unprepared for raising Hell for the Merchant of Death, he let it go and offered the content of his trunk for her services.
Just as if to humour him Tony appeared immediately – and just right in the middle of the devil's trap. He looked down at the painted ground with a scowl in place.
"I'm getting really tired of your shit, Silvertongue," was all he could say before he was knocked out cold.
Knocking Tony out with a ghost at his side was easier than ever and also spared Loki the back-pain. The demon came to consciousness with a litany of curses and sputtering when Maria kindly flushed him in the face with holy water.
He glared up at the woman with burning eyes – then his face fell comically when he realized he was chained to the middle of the trap.
"Dread the day I get my hands on your wrecked soul you bitch!" he snarled, but Maria just screeched with laughter.
"I thought you'd be happier to see me," she stepped up to Tony towering over him with a sadistic ugly grin on her face. "How does it feel that your little pet is on my side? Bad, is it?"
Tony glared at Loki and took it without a flinch as Maria grabbed him by his hair and jerked his head back to pull his throat taut. Tony's gaze only snapped back at her as she pressed a hollow needle to his pulse point. Holy water sprinkled from the edge and Loki heard the skin sizzle under the drops rolling down to Tony's collar.
"Now, aren't we going to have fun?"
Loki stepped to the side and leant his hip to the table where Maria hoarded all the equipment she intended to use on Tony. The day was long after all and she had a lot to avenge. Loki watched them for a while; his blood rushed hot in his veins and at the very back of his conscience a voice wailed, but he didn't know who it belonged to. Sometimes it sounded like sanity, then more like sadistic mirth, then a bit like Tony in bed but they were usually overlapped by Tony's actual cries and gasped curses before he could pinpoint which one it was.
The ghost enjoyed it way too much. She hummed a little song as she strut up to the table to change tools. Her top and hands were bloody and the manic glint only shone brighter in her eyes.
"You haven't asked any questions yet," Loki said, his voice even and expression cold.
"I want to crack him first," she said, her attention fully on testing the tip and edge of different knives.
Loki spared a glance at Tony. He was wrecked, but he'd seen him in worse shape – namely after his encounter with his 'friend' and making a nosedive from the Empire State building, and even that didn't make him shut that cocky mouth, so it might take a while until he 'cracked'. Loki had the feeling Maria wouldn't mind.
They turned at the same time so Loki accidentally bumped into Maria, but he quickly reached out to steady her, so she didn't stab him - just cursed him till seventh blood. Very kind of her. Whatever. Loki needed a shower. He felt dirty after spending so much time with the vengeful spirit.
"There's some family drama going on at home," Tony spoke up while drawing his usual patterns on the soft skin of Loki's side.
"What do you mean?" Loki mumbled already half-asleep.
"Daddy's estate empire is crumbling and it might affect your dear brother."
Loki froze, his clutch on the covers turning white.
"Explain. Now."
"Well, you know that Daddy's growing crazier with each passing year and now he decided to get involved in politics." Tony made a face as if to say, 'well, that's embarrassing but you know. Idiots. "And you know the term – politic kills…"
"What does it have to do with Thor?" Loki snapped irritated that he could never get a straight and pithy answer.
"No immediate danger," Tony said quickly and went back to writing the decimals of pi onto the alabaster shoulder under his hand. "This is why we're talking about it after sex when you don't jump on me immediately. So, it's only a future highly-likely to happen accident. There are demons and other even worse creatures who might want to get a bite from you ex-dad without any intervention. You know how politics tend to end ugly…"
Loki didn't want to think about it, thank you.
"What do you want me to do? Hunt those others down?"
"No- no, I have my own people to take care of that," Tony chuckled and the rumbling sound in his chest calmed Loki a bit. "And I believe I can solve the problem without bloodshed. As a businessman. However, there'd be someone you could help me get rid of. An annoying worm. No big deal. Just think about it."
"Look at him, hunter, doesn't he look pathetic now?" Maria screeched and thumped Tony's soaking burnt and torn body to the ground. "Does it hurt you jackass? Do you feel like talking yet?!"
"Bite me woman." Tony spat.
Maria kicked him in the face and was ready to leap at him and damp his head in the tank of holy water when Loki cleared his throat.
"May I?" he asked and arched an expectant and condescending eyebrow at Maria.
She huffed and a sharp cry of reply was already tearing at her throat but seeing Loki's mastered 'I refuse to take any of your shit, bitch' face she changed her mind and stepped back with a rigid gesture for Loki to go ahead.
"Did he say anything?" Loki asked on his professional tone.
Maria crossed her arms over her chest but she just looked like an ugly kid who was separated from her favourite toy. "The bastard's name was Anthony Rey, an ex-blacksmith with a demon deal from the era of Civil War. Still no idea where his corpse is."
"Does it matter that much?"
"Of course it does!"
Loki didn't have the heart to enlighten her yet again that a name and the Internet could make wonders.
Tony groaned from the ground and struggled to push himself up onto his knees.
"Leave it to me," Loki assured Maria with and ice-cold smile. He turned his eyes on Tony and let the image sink in.
For once he was in the position of power – maybe he could coerce the last answer from Tony, but with the lead he already had it didn't matter any longer. Even if the name was a lie, he could start on it. After all every lie rooted in truths. With these he still had enough time to look up the body.
However, he had to admit, it wasn't an everyday sight to see the Merchant of Death kneeling in front of him waiting for his decision.
Loki stepped up to the edge of the devil's trap and looked down at Tony with an unreadable expression.
"Mommy issues surfacing?" Tony teased even now in his humiliating position with blood dripping from his chin.
"Since I don't care for my Dad at all," Loki shrugged and his gaze met Tony's. "For my brother, however," he stressed softly.
Maria had no time to realize what was happening in front of her eyes –
Tony grinned his blood-red toothy grin and said, "Consider it done."
With a vigorous move Loki broke the devil's trap, smearing the paint with the sole of his boots.
"No! You stupid jerk!" she cried, "You just let go of the monster who killed my son! A killer!"
After the next step Loki dropped to one knee and pulled Tony up with a well-practiced move to meet him half-way to press a kiss to Loki's lips to seal their deal. It stung a bit whenever his bare skin came in contact with Tony's soaked body but the crazy scream tearing up from Maria deafened out any other sense.
"Now, now Maria, I thought we'd meet on better terms," Tony sneered with mock pain in his voice.
Clinging, the cuffs fell from his wrists and after hours of crouching and lying on the ground Tony stood up and fixed his suit so that it fitted him again as new. The sudden change was amazing.
"Actually, I honestly hoped for Hell as a venue, but –" he shrugged his shoulders as if saying, 'But what can I do about it?'
"You! You should burn in Hell! You killed my son! My baby!-"
"Oh no. He is not dead," Tony tilted his head slightly to the side. His voice was silky soft, soothing and cool, like the first breeze that brings the scent of spring after a long winter. "He's still in here. I usually lull him into sleep – like you never did," a breeze that tried its claws on your frost bitten sensitive cheeks.
"How dare you?! Don't you dare take him on your filthy mouth!"
"Why, Maria, are we jealous all of a sudden?"
"You couldn't keep him alive all this time!" Maria's voice shifted to uneasiness so slightly that most of the people wouldn't really even realize under the raging storm of hysteria.
However, for the Master of Lies and a demon both of whom lived from the narrow margin between truths and lies it was enough. Loki gritted his teeth and Tony's eyes flashed with that odd mixture of wrath and mirth.
"I didn't," Tony admitted and started a lazy circle around the ghost, "and to be honest I had absolutely no intention to in the beginning. However, I didn't kill him either. He's just too stubborn to die, just like his bastard father had been. But he's too adorably clingy to let go."
"You captured him! You're torturing him! My beautiful innocent baby boy!" Maria found her earlier confidence in his hatred for the demon.
"So now he's innocent! Now he's beautiful!" Tony's voice turned sharp, his white teeth glinting in the dark. Loki felt the air grow warmer and damper. A sign that Tony was losing his temper but was still controlling himself enough not to leash out his anger on his victim. So that he could torture her for a little while.
"As I recall, he wasn't even nice or cute when he was born. You called him hideous. You called him a monster. When was the time you ever touched your so called baby boy, Maria?"
"It was you! It was you the whole time, you devil!"
"You're sorely mistaken, mommy dearest. It wasn't me. I only laid claim on your boy, I didn't possess him right away, not for a while. He wasn't me. He was mine."
"I'm his mother!" Maria screamed, but Tony cut in silencing her.
"Maybe, but dear Anthony doesn't remember you. He never did. He's never had parents. Only me. And when he awakens shrieking and trembling from his nightmares of reality, he's crying for me. It's so beautiful – the agonizing screams I pull out of his pretty mouth – And he's crying for me. Not for his dearest Mommy or Daddy, who sold him away like a whore –"
At this point the stupor fell from Maria and she threw herself at Tony with a scream that wasn't either human nor like any animal. But Tony simply stepped out of her way and the woman crashed to the ground. She couldn't even push herself up to her knees, Tony already had her pinned under his heel and leant slightly over her with a malicious gloating smirk on his face, eyes burning hot and blood red.
"Want me to wake him up?" and Tony trashed her spine under his heel. "Do you want to hear your baby boy scream in terror? ... You know what? I'll just do that…"
Tony's face shifted into a blank mask, his eyes hollow and soulless – then in the next second the air filled with the high screams of a young boy heavy with sobs that made breathing nearly impossible.
"Nooo!" The voice cried in agony, "Please, please go away!"
"Baby," Maria gasped out but whatever she wanted to say she was interrupted by another cry.
"Tony! Tony!" the youthful voice called out for the demon, like a child yowls for his mother to chase away his fears. "Tony, help me! Get – get her away! She came to kill me! She's hurting me! Please- Please, Tony, help me!"
"SILENCE! SILENCE! SHUT HIM UP!" Maria screamed and trashed on the ground like someone possessed. "SHUT THE BRAT UP ALREADY!"
"What's wrong, Mommy dearest?" Tony asked on his sweet poisonous tone, his superior features taking back over the panic of the immature mind. "Aren't you happy that your baby boy is still alive? Didn't you want that?"
Maria just sobbed and heaved on the floor smearing all the paint of the devil's trap all over her bloody top as she writhed with agony in her hysterics.
"I wish you just killed him! I never had a son!" She cried her voice not even humanlike anymore.
"I believe a minute ago you still did, but never mind. That's right, mommy dearest," Tony sneered – the monument of calm cruelty in the turmoil of emotion. "You've never wanted a kid. You just wanted to roll in money and bathe in fame, but you had to get knocked up before dear Howie left you for a younger bitch because you didn't want to ruin your body with his heir."
"SHUT UP! You have no right-!"
"But of course I do. Since I'm so grateful for your boy, and at least I care for him dearly seeing as neither of his parents did. You never wanted him, and so you never gave him the mother he needed. You at least had the decency to know that you have to hate someone for your incapability of acting like a mother. And it was just so easy to turn against your baby boy you never claimed to love."
"How dare you talk about love, you soulless monster?! You took him away from me!" Despite the hateful words Maria sounded more strained and broken. Tony crashed her, and even though she was still fighting to face the ugly truth of her motives she couldn't spat back with the same ferocity anymore.
"Yes, I did and you should be grateful," Tony went on mercilessly, "because weren't you relieved when you learnt that the brat you never wanted was possessed? You could turn your hatred on the poor little guy without anyone to condemn you. And you didn't even have to deal with jealousy that I was all he needed."
Maria screamed and sobbed – an ugly look on her, especially now that her dead features were showing through the face of the poor girl she possessed. Her hysteric cries only accelerated when she realized that she couldn't get away from the body. With her last drop of despair she looked up at Loki, her craze filled eyes begging –
"Help me! We -we had a deal!" she yowled from the floor.
He could help. Maybe he could negotiate with Tony – let the woman go and he would reveal that he knew a way to stop him, giving the demon a chance to hide his bones somewhere where there were no records about it. Maybe he could twist the terms of his deal a little bit but one look at the woman was enough to reassure him that everything Tony had said about her motherly virtues were true.
He could help. But he wouldn't.
It wasn't worth it. His family came first over this worthless creature any time.
"Priorities, you mewling quim."
Loki looked Tony in the eye, the demon arching an expectant eyebrow at him. Loki reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin gold necklace.
A satisfied cruel grin broke Tony's face at the same time as Maria's expression froze in dreadful realization and then turned into frenzy panic.
"No!" she howled, "You can't! What kind of hunter are you?! Working together with a demon after all I did to help you…!" Her curses ended in a painful shriek and miserable whine when Tony had enough and stepped on the back of her skull cracking her nose as collateral damage.
"I always liked the way your mind worked," Tony smirked and reached his hand out for Loki to beckon him closer. "How much do you think 'till it burns to ashes?"
"Maybe five or ten minutes," Loki shrugged as he circled Maria's writhing body halting at Tony's side looking down disdainfully at the woman, "depending on where you lit the fire."
"Do you fancy joining me for the bonfire?"
"With pleasure," Loki smirked. "It's the best part of my job after all."
A few minutes later the room was engulfed in flames and filled with the agonizing screams of Maria Carbonell Stark, whose last remnants were slowly devoured by the fire Tony had set to the whole building. It was quite similar to how Loki had always imagined Hell.
Loki didn't feel the heat, even though he had the suspicion that by now they shoul feel like they were standing in the middle of an oven. Maybe it had something to do with Tony's arm around his waist, his fingers drumming a satisfied lazy rhythm on his hip.
A little part of his brain was terrified by the idea of watching the sufferings of a once human being, who unlike the other spirits he had dealt with wasn't simply put to rest – the quality of the method still questionable – but burnt more or less alive. Depending on your definition of 'alive'. Loki shushed one part of his conscience with the reason that the girl was probably already dead or her mind tortured beyond repair. The other part of his worries was surprisingly easier to silence – Maria was a bitch and she deserved her (second) death. Period.
"How did you get her necklace?" Tony mused from his side, the demon's eyes fixed on the black and scorching corpse that managed to crawl to the door – to no avail of course.
"Stealing is a relatively easy part of my job," Loki said absolutely untouched by the scenery in front of him.
Tony whistled low and with some appreciation, "You pulled it out without her noticing. One would think she'd clung to it like she clung to revenge."
"She was too busy bathing you in holy water to bother with such things," Loki grinned down at Tony and he felt the shiver that ran along the demon's body.
"You're amazing, Princess."
"Would it kill you to stop calling me that?" Loki scoffed, choosing to rather skip the compliment he couldn't place in their extreme relationship.
"Why, otherwise you will?" Tony's mischievously glinting eyes laughed up at him.
"I promised I will–I just don't know how yet," Loki looked back, but the line of his mouth quickly froze into an uneasy sharp line.
"More precisely," Tony purred and pressed a bit closer into Loki's side ignoring the jab of the hunter's elbow, "the one this bitch told you is actually useless against me."
"What do you mean?" Loki frowned and carefully arranged his features so that they wouldn't reveal his inner turmoil.
"The best part of having your own, new body is that you don't have to worry about the old one. To tell you the truth I already burnt it so that other smart and nosy hunters wouldn't bother me about it."
Loki gaped at him in the shelter of his slightly disbelieving mask.
"You've burnt your own original body."
"Yes indeed. You couldn't think I didn't know about this way of killing a demon, right? Do you want to check if I'm telling the truth?" and Tony generously pushed up the sleeve of his jacket and undid the cuff of his shirt to offer his wrist to Loki.
Loki just shook his head 'no'. He knew Tony's pulse wouldn't quicken at all. He was telling the truth. It hurt so much more. Loki felt terribly tired all of a sudden.
"So then why does this one not burn?"
"Precautions," Tony beamed at Loki in victory.
Watching the whole building collapse in on itself devoured by the unleashed flames and burn down to ashes had never felt so good. The only problem was that it destroyed Loki's last hopes of getting rid of his deal and the demon as well.
Loki just wanted to set the whole world on fire. If Tony hadn't disappeared from his side so quickly after the burial was over Loki would have proposed the monster with the idea. Working together with the Merchant of Death be damned.
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