Patchwork Road
By Rey
Chapter summary: It is a prison of the mind, Tony thinks.
31. Hell
Jötunheim is a broken, barren, icy, dead wasteland populated with hostile, barbaric, ugly giants with icy blue skin and heartless red eyes, Loki insists. Æsir shiver with deep chill there. Mortals will certainly perish within moments, in comparison.
But Tony just raises an eyebrow to all that explanation.
"Certainly sounds horrible," he remarks mildly when the Jötun Asgardian is finished; then, grinning wolfishly, he counters, "Did you get ambushed and tortured there for your services? Did they threaten an innocent trapped together with you so you'd comply? Did they say they'd kill everyone related to you with any good degree of closeness anyway if your under-pressure creation failed to work as they wanted? Did they raze a village in their own territory of operation just to make a point? Did they bomb occupied homes just for target practise?"
If Jötunheim is as bad as that patch of desert in Afghanistan, he'll agree not to go. But he doubts it.
Loki's visage is manic when spewing out that declaration, not haunted.
