Warning: semi-graphic torture

Also, I stole a quote from Iron Man 3

Important note at the end of chapter.

The screams seemed to come from all over the palace, making Loki jolt to his feet. He grabbed his scepter from off the shining floor and ran out of his chambers.

His steps faltered when right outside his door a guard was yelling his lungs out while writhing on the ground and trying to pull off his melting armor.

Loki cast a cooling spell, but it had no effect on the metal.

The guard's hands were being charred down to the bone, his skin falling off in burnt chunks.

It was no use, besides there were far more screams coming from the conference hall. He started running towards the noise. As he passed by Thor's chambers the older prince stumbled out of his room, pulling on pants and holding his hammer.

"Loki," he greeted while falling into step. They passed guard after guard, each one either dead or in the process of being cooked alive. When they finally reached the conference room neither could open the door. "Stand back, brother." Thor slammed down his hammer, but it only barely dented the age old doors.

Loki's eyes widened as he spotted a crack near the top. He shifted into smoke and willed himself through the small opening.

The sight that greeted him was far worse than expected. All the guards were dead. The foreign dignitaries' armors were welded to their chairs. And his father was ripping off his melting armor as the eye patch Tony gifted him oozed over his face and to his other eye.

Loki didn't know what to do at first. He was frozen in place watching his father scream in a way he'd never heard before.

And then he saw Tony in the middle of the chaos, his hands raised and a vengeful grin in place.

The doors behind him exploded open as Thor entered the room, pushing Loki out of his stupefied state.

"Odinsons," Tony said, his voice barely breaking through the shouts and screams as he unsheathed his two swords, one red, the other gold. He pointed one sword towards the brothers and the other in the direction of the All-Father. "How kind of you two to join me on such a joyous occasion." He spun the sword pointed at them and a large gust knocked them both backwards. They were only stopped by an equal force pushing them forward.

"Thor, Loki, take care of this traitor. I shall help your father," Frigga said, her hands alight with cornflower blue magic. Both sons charged forward, weapons at the ready. Frigga was just a few steps behind.

Thor was the first to reach Tony. He sent down a powerful blow with his hammer, yet Tony deflected it, spinning around and slashing Thor's exposed back from hip to neck. In the same movement he created an X with his swords, stopping Loki's swing short. With a surge of magic the blade of the scepter was clipped off.

Frigga slipped by them and Tony glanced at her with an almost amused look on his face.

"Why?!" Loki shouted, both to distract the God of Metal and out of desperation. "Why would you do this?!" Loki pulled out two of his daggers and tossed them at Tony's throat. The older god slammed down one of his heels and three disks of metal flew out. Two intercepted Loki's daggers and the third blocked Thor's hammer from hitting Tony's shoulder from behind.

"Oh Loki, poor, sweet, misunderstood Loki." Tony chuckled darkly as Loki grabbed another dagger. Tony hopped backward, grabbing Thor's raised hand that held Mjolnir without even looking and levering him over his shoulder. Loki had to sidestep as to not be bowled over by his own brother. "There's no politics here." Tony slashed at Loki's arm and he just barely stopped it with his dagger. "It's just good old-fashioned revenge." Before he could react, Tony's other sword sliced downwards straight through the metal and leather of Loki's chest plate.

Loki hissed in pain. Some part of him woke up, realizing this wasn't just another nightmare.

Behind the fray Loki saw Frigga clap her hands together, encasing them in darkness, before she pulled off the molten armor from Odin's body. The All-Father let out a stuttered scream and Tony looked backwards. Loki used his brief moment of distraction to toss a dagger, but another disk of metal flew from Tony's boots, blocking it. Tony slashed Thor twice on his torso before kicking him in the stomach, sending him sprawling. He jumped over his prone form.

"No!" Loki shouted when Tony raised his golden sword to hack Frigga's unarmored form. Tony's movement veered slightly and he flicked the gold sword up and it somehow found its sheath on his back. He broke open a glass bracelet on his wrist and the black sand within snaked out, shoving Frigga away. Loki sent out a blast of green magic, but Tony threw a dagger and it split the magic in half, diverting it away from him.

Tony gripped the hilt of his red sword with both hands before stabbing it into the All-Father's left thigh. His hand surged forward and he grabbed the liquefied metal off Odin's face. He pulled it off revealing a boiled eye. The metal formed a perfect disk in his hand.

"Enjoy your new scars, All-Father," Tony said and the disk exploded into thirds, each stabbing the king through one of his free limbs. "Until we meet again." Tony turned towards the stunned nobles, one hand aimed towards Frigga. A small crossbow appeared from beneath his armor and shot her through the shoulder, pinning her to the wall. "Fine kings and dignitaries from the realms Odin never took seriously. Know now that the All-Father and the Aesir are far from immune to attack." Tony unsheathed his golden sword again and slammed the blade into the marble ground. It exploded into countless black shards, creating an impenetrable fog. When it cleared the God of Metal was gone.

So, I'm fed up with ffn so I'm not going to be posting this story here anymore. I'm already a chapter ahead there anyways. I'm on Archive of our own. My screen name is silver_drip. To find me just google: AO3 silver_drip