Sorry this took so long! I intended to get it out much sooner but real life got in the way in the form of hospital appointments (urgh!) and the possibility of a new job (awesome, but seriously stressful getting it all sorted).
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Tony was woken after about four hours sleep by the sofa he was laying on jostling as Evie climbed up onto it.
"Wha' you doin' awake, little bird?" He murmured sleepily, barely opening his eyes.
"Bad dreams. Can I sleep with you?"
"Sure, come on in." Tony lifted the edge of the duvet so that his daughter could wriggle in next to him and curl up against his side. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No. In the morning." She sounded as sleepy as he did, and already seemed to be drifting off again. She'd woken up just enough to make her way over to him and had barely been able to keep her eyes open enough to do so.
Tony was unsurprised to see her fall straight back to sleep – so quickly as to make him wonder if she'd been partially sleep-walking. He wrapped his arm over the girl's shoulders and she latched onto his hand like it was a teddy bear. This meant that he was now fairly uncomfortable, but seven years – to the day, no less – of parenting had made him used to giving up his own comfort for the sake of his child.
It did mean, however, that he was not going to fall asleep again anytime soon.
Looking down at his daughter he once again tried to find any trace of Loki in her face, studying her in the faint glow of the magic stars. Thick brown hair, snub nose, oval face; all of it was pure Stark. Even the way she frowned was the same as Tony's own expression. He could see why none of the team had ever made the link to Loki. She didn't even turn blue in the cold – as he'd noted with a little disappointment, although it was probably for the better.
No trace of Loki.
The thought drew his mind back to the throbbing pain in his head and ache in his chest as he re-realised the loss of his partner. Loki didn't want to be found. Had asked specifically that Tony wouldn't hunt for him.
Our little bird will need you; you have done a phenomenal job of raising her, and I can never thank you enough for insisting that I have a part in her life. However, if I am taken by the chitauri she will need you to be there for her.
So don't look for me. She deserves every iota of love and devotion, every second of your time and I don't want you to waste a moment by searching fruitlessly for me.
What a ridiculously impossible thing to ask! How was he meant to not tear the universe apart to find the missing God?!
With the anger and pain and heartbreak chasing each other around in circles sleep evaded the man for the rest of the night.
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Breakfast the next morning was a subdued affair.
The breakfast-bar in the kitchen was piled high with presents, but Evie couldn't even bring herself to be excited about them. She dutifully opened each parcel and card carefully, thanked whomever it was from and placed them in a neat pile. Nothing would persuade her to eat, though, and in the end Tony decided not to push the issue. Instead he suggested that she start playing with some of her new toys and hoped that hunger would send her back for food later.
"Tony, did Jarvis tell you Fury's been trying to reach you?" Bruce asked quietly.
"Yeah, I told him to ignore all calls." Tony helped his daughter to open up the considerable amount of cardboard and plastic that surrounded the small easel and paint pallet that Steve had bought her, ripping through the packaging with unusual aggression.
"You can't avoid what happened yesterd-"
The glare Stark levelled on his fellow scientist was nothing short of murderous. He left Evie to finish off pulling the easel free and stalked over to where Banner and Steve were sat.
"It's my daughter's birthday. She is seven years old. Yesterday she was taken hostage and had to watch all the adults who were meant to protect her fall like dominos." His tone of voice was one that could have soldered iron. "And I have to somehow make it all better. Her mother is gone, possibly dead, definitely being tortured, and she knows that. She knows monsters are real and watched as they abducted Loki infront of her whilst none of us could do a thing to stop it. So why do you think that me having a chat with Fury could possibly be more important than making sure Evie isn't permanently scarred by what happened?!"
"And if the chitauri come back?" Banner asked reasonably. "We had no defences yesterday because we had no idea they were coming. And you did."
"I did not know that they would-"
"You didn't know that they would appear in the living room but you were aware that they were searching Earth and that what they wanted was likely to lead them here."
Tony's expression went blank, a sure sign that he was holding himself back from throwing a punch. "Loki didn't lead them here."
"We aren't saying he did." Steve put his hand between the two scientists in a placating manner. "All Fury wants is to know what's going to happen next."
"Oh, and I suppose I'm able to tell the future now, huh?"
Captain America ran a hand down his face, taking a calming breath. When Tony Stark decided to be belligerent there was usually no way to make him see reason.
"We just want to work out what's going on here. With everything that happened yesterday surely you can understand that we're confused?" He made sure he spoke in a non-confrontational way, keeping his voice quiet. "We saw the video Loki left for you; all Fury wants is to know what you'll do next and what that may mean for the team and for Shield."
Tony was spared from having to reply when Evie tugged on his shirt.
"Daddy, can you help me set this up please?" She held up the easel, now free of its packaging.
"Yeah, come on; let's go into the games room. Lots of fun things for you to paint in there." He left with a warning glance over his shoulder at the rest of the group, making very clear that he didn't want any of them following.
The games room had originally been what it said on the tin; a room dedicated to a wall-sized TV screen on which the Avengers could play X-box, Wii, Playstation and more recently the new Stark-Deck that combined the best of all the other systems. However, when Evie had been born it had slowly morphed into a more child-friendly playroom with board games and toys stacked up along the walls alongside the many shelves of console games.
Evie placed her new art set in the middle of the room and watched as her father set the easel up properly.
"What are you going to paint then, little bird?"
"Möhdy." The girl said firmly.
Tony glanced at her as he pulled the cellophane wrapping off the paint tin. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. Möhdy, wearing his helmet and you in your suit." She picked up her paint brush with a determined air.
"Okay, just make sure you do a picture of Uncle Steve too, since he did buy you this."
"Yes Daddy."
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In the end Fury gave up calling and just turned up at the tower. Tony couldn't ignore him when the guy was in the foyer and refusing to leave so eventually gave in and allowed him up to the main apartments to talk. Evie was still painting and alongside her family portrait had created a picture of Captain America that had a neatly written 'Thank you Uncle Steev' along the bottom. Tony hadn't had the heart to correct her spelling. However, she seemed contented enough and was concentrating on her creations rather than on the events of the previous day so that her father felt okay with leaving the room to speak to the director.
The two ended up in the home-theatre again, with the lights on properly since Tony's headache had receded to bearable levels after sleep – as troubled as the night had been.
"So."
Always a good start.
"So what?" Tony growled. "Spit it out or bugger off. This wasn't how I envisioned my daughter's seventh birthday going so you'll have to forgive me if I'm bloody pissed off!"
Fury just nodded, rather than rising to the angry tone of voice Stark had used. "Fine. What do you intend to do about all…" He gestured a circular motion. "…this."
"In what way?"
The director sighed in exasperation. "You have a child with one of Shield's most wanted criminals and said criminal has now been abducted by a race that went to war with our planet. He also left a message that you kindly let us see in which he expressly asks you not to try to find him." He steepled his fingers and watched Tony over the top of them. "I know you too well, Stark, and I know that you aren't one to be dictated to, so I want to know what your intentions now are."
Tony stared at him scathingly. "Well I'm going to find him of course."
"Despite him specifically saying that he wants you to forget about him?"
"No. He asked me not to search fruitlessly. So I won't." The shit-eating grin that had been missing since the surprise attack finally resurfaced. "If I search and succeed then it won't have been fruitless and I won't have gone against what he asked." He spread his arms wide in a gesture reminiscent of Captain Jack Sparrow. "Hey, I'm Tony Stark, I'm a genius! If I can't find a loop-hole in the God of mischief's reasoning then who the hell can?!"
Fury stared at him sceptically. "And how exactly do you intend to find your God of mischief when he's at the other end of the universe?"
"Fine details. I'll work on that later." Tony leant back in his chair, his grin falling back to a serious expression. "But what's bothering me right this moment is what you intend to do about all…" He repeated the director's aimless gesture. "…this."
"If, if, you find him, do you think Loki would be interested in teaming up with Shield or the Avengers?"
"Huh?" It was hardly the response Tony had been expecting and it rather blind-sided him.
"Would Loki work alongside us? And bear in mind I would like an honest answer, not just what you think I want to hear."
"I…" The man shook his head, trying to determine what his reply would be. For once his quick tongue was failing him with witty comebacks. "I'm honestly not sure. There's a lot of bad blood between him and Thor."
"Good answer. I'd have been inclined to think that you were lying if you'd immediately said that he would."
Tony shrugged. "Well, I don't even know if he'll want to come back to Earth. But…" He paused, resting his elbows on his knees so that he could prop his chin up on his knuckles, thinking. "I suppose he might at least give it some thought. I severely doubt he'd be great at taking orders, but he'd be an awesome asset to the team. If I appealed to his ego there's a chance he'd agree." Then he shook his head. "Of course, that's all assuming he's physically up to it."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning even if I can get Loki back do you really think he will be in one piece?" Tony dropped his gaze to the red carpet. "The chitauri made it very clear what will happen."
Fury tipped his head to one side in question. "And what is that?"
"If you fail, if the tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where we can not find you! You think you know pain? We will make you long for something sweeter…" Loki had only spoken the threat once, but Tony's near-photographic memory had retained the terrifying phrase and he repeated it now. "Somehow that doesn't inspire me with confidence that he's going to be okay. More like he's going to be the dictionary definition of not okay and I have got to find him before that happens!"
Tony didn't realise that he was shaking until the director reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder. "Stark, breathe."
"I'm going to find him."
Fury sat back in his chair. "You really do love him, don't you?"
"Yeah. I just wish I'd actually told him that." Tony smiled slightly. "All these years and the great Tony Stark is finally in love. And I never told him."
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Evie was still painting when Natasha and Barton quietly entered the room, the archer's arm held up in a sling but he was moving around freely – more alert once he'd refused any more pain-killers.
"Hello Aunty Tasha, Uncle Clint." The girl hadn't turned around but had evidently seen their reflections in the blank TV screen. "Is Daddy finished talking to Uncle Nick?"
"Not yet." Natasha sat herself down cross-legged beside the child and looked through the pile of paintings. Behind her Clint slumped down in one of the over-stuffed beanbags. "These are good, Evie." They weren't really, but that wasn't what you said to a seven year old, especially on her birthday.
Other than the thank-you picture for the Captain every single page had Loki on it. Loki with Tony, Loki with Evie, Loki in battle dress. Loki, Loki, Loki.
"They're for Möhdy, when he comes back." Evie said quietly. "You don't like Möhdy, do you?"
"We don't know him." Natasha tried to sound fair, rather than just agree. "We've only really met him once."
"He said that you don't like him. That's why we could never ask you for help and why the monsters got him." She didn't sound accusing, but somehow the matter-of-fact tone was even worse. And it was true really; on his own Loki had never stood a chance against the chitauri.
"Maybe you should tell us about him, what he was like." Clint leant forwards a little in his seat, this obviously being the real reason he and Natasha had come in; they wanted the child's perspective on her wayward mother.
"Why do you keep saying 'was'? Everyone keeps saying 'was' and I don't like it. I did about past tense last week and I know what it means." Evie turned to face Barton, looking unhappy.
"Okay, sorry, what is he like?" Rephrasing the question didn't seem to make much difference to the child's petulant expression.
"Möhdy is brilliant! He loves me and Daddy lots and he promised that he would get rid of the monsters so that we could live together as a family! He promised!" Evie made it quite clear that the universe was being terribly unfair in not letting Loki keep said promise.
"What do you talk about?"
"Lots. He tells me about the Vikings and I show him all the good work I've done in lessons and he once let me try on his helmet." She looked up at the ceiling. "Jarvis, do you have the photo?"
"Of course, Miss Evelyn." The large TV screen flickered to life showing the photograph of Evie standing on Tony's bed and struggling to stay upright as she held the iconic helmet on and waved frantically at a laughing Loki. It was a beautiful shot into an intimate family moment.
It appeared that the photograph album Jarvis had selected was on slideshow, because the picture suddenly changed, becoming one of the girl giggling as Tony preened whilst wearing the helmet. The inventor looked far too smug wearing it and the open and honest laughter on Loki's face could never have been faked. The next photo took both assassins by surprise.
Evie was still laughing in the picture, obviously not noticing that anything was amiss, but this time her father was placing the head-gear back on its owners head. Loki was looking entirely unsure and Tony's hand was gently cupping his chin in a tender, reassuring gesture.
"Miss Evelyn, if you wish to show Ms Romanov and Mr Barton the relationship between yourself and your Möhdy may I play a piece of footage from last Christmas?" Jarvis asked.
The girl shrugged. "If you think Daddy won't mind."
The AI seemed to assume Tony would be okay with it because the photographs vanished and were replaced with a video clip.
Evie slipped under the covers, letting Loki tuck them in around her and unnecessarily fluff the pillow up.
"There, ready to go to sleep?" It was obviously a leading question and the girl shook her head with a mischievous grin.
"Not yet."
Loki put a finger to his lips in mock-thought. "What have I forgotten?"
"Möhdy! You know what you've forgotten!" Evie folded her arms, trying to pout around a grin. "Now go look!"
"As you wish, my lady." The God bowed his head, eliciting a giggle from his daughter. "I think there're some in here." He looked up with a thoughtful expression, scanning the room carefully.
"There are always some in here! Daddy says they look out for me."
"How right he is." Loki rose to his feet, now staring at the corner with Evie's sofa and bookshelves. "And I can see one right over there."
The girl sat up in excitement as her mother darted over to the corner, reaching out to try and grab hold of something she couldn't see. His fist closed and he brought it up to his eyes to peer through his fingers as if observing a captured butterfly.
"Did you get it?"
Loki scowled at his hand and opened it. "No, I missed. Where did it go?" He spun on the spot, taking in the room again as he tried to find what-ever-it-was that he was looking for. "Ah hah!" He leapt over to the doorway, grabbing at the air again before stumbling as he evidently missed what he was aiming at.
"Come on Möhdy, catch it!"
"I'm trying! I think this must be a really good one, it's so fast!" Loki finally made a dive that wouldn't look out of place at the Super-bowl; sliding along the rug in a manner that would cause some serious carpet-burn for someone not a God. He held one hand aloft triumphantly, a warm purple light spilling out from between his fingers. "Got it!"
Evie wriggled back down under the covers again, grinning as Loki came over to sit next to her, his hands cupped around the light.
"Can I listen to it?" She pleaded. It was obviously a normal question, since the trickster held the captured glow up to her ear and she scrunched up her face in concentration before beaming. "It sounds like sleigh-bells!"
"Well it is Christmas. Ready?" Loki waited until his daughter closed her eyes with an eager nod before opening his hand and blowing gently at the light on his palm so that it burst over her face like fairy-dust. "There you go; one dream all safely delivered."
"Can you sing the song as well..?" Evie opened her eyes and stared up at him pleadingly, although it was obviously part of the routine – a dream-hunt followed by her favourite lullaby.
"Oh if I must." The smile gracing Loki's face made it clear that he didn't mind in the least.
No-one in the room dared make a sound as the clip played through. The song that Evie had requested was the same ancient Nordic saga that Loki had sung to her when she was a baby and had continued to sing each time he put her to bed. Despite being a recording the saga still retained its unearthly and haunting properties that drew forward thoughts of ancient battle-grounds and dragon-prowed boats surging through stormy seas. Not necessarily something usually sung to get a child to sleep, but Evie obviously loved it.
"Oh…" It was all either Clint or Natasha could really think of saying. They had never really thought of Loki in any situation outside of being the raving madman he had appeared as during the invasion. To see him interacting with his daughter in such a sweet way was almost beyond them; to believe that the one capable of such atrocities was also capable of such gentleness and love.
In the end Clint just stood up and silently left the room, leaving Natasha to deal with the crying child.
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"We need to talk, Stark."
The day had been bad.
Understatement. The day had been shit.
Pure stinking, uncompromising shit, and now it was only promising to get worse.
Tony was in the smaller, undestroyed lounge with Chicken Run playing in the background. Evie was curled up on his lap, eyes fixed firmly on the film (her present from Bruce) and smiling tentatively at the antics of the birds.
So Thor's quiet interruption was precisely not what the inventor wanted to hear.
"Now?" He growled the single word out. After having to spend a considerable amount of his day dealing with the fallout from the chitauri rather than celebrating his daughter's birthday, he really didn't want to have to move from his comfortable seat.
"Now, Stark."
Surname, not 'Tony'. Never a good sign.
The man scowled before giving Evie a gentle nudge in the back to encourage her off his lap. "Will you be okay with Uncle Bruce for a moment, little bird?"
"Where are you going?"
"Just out the room for a moment with Uncle Thor, I won't be long."
Evie looked uncertain, so Bruce – who had paused the film – smiled at her. "I'll stay with you, I want to see how Ginger gets out of the factory."
When the girl nodded reluctantly Tony stood up and ushered Thor out of the room. Closing the door behind them he leant against it with his arms folded across his chest.
"Fine. What?" He made it very clear from his tone of voice that he was not expecting this to go well. "And if this is about me defiling your baby brother and knocking him up, believe me; he defiled me just as much, and pregnancy wasn't meant to be on the cards."
"Loki had no honour left to lose; that isn't why I wished to speak with you."
Well that was the dictionary definition of scathing. It even made Tony pause for thought; he didn't think he'd ever heard Thor sound so cold. However, he wasn't one for remaining speechless.
"Go on then, I'm absolutely agog. What's worse than me and Loki having a kid?"
"I find myself hurt that throughout these past seven years Evelyn has been referring to myself as 'uncle' and not once did you tell me that there was truth to that title!" Thor kept his voice surprisingly low – they were only in the corridor, apparently he didn't want to be over-heard any more that Tony did. "All this time I assumed that it was just the way a child refers to their elders, the way she has with the others in our team. Why did you not tell me that when she called me uncle it was the truth?"
"Because Loki didn't want you to know!" Tony snapped back. To be honest he could see exactly where Thor was coming from, and had actually argued this very point himself with his partner, so he'd be damned if he took the blame for it. "I asked him if I should tell you and he refused. It wasn't a call I felt I could make without his say-so." He shrugged slightly. "If it's anything, Evie hasn't realised, she doesn't really get how you and Loki are related yet."
"I see." Thor plainly didn't, but sounded somewhat less hostile than he had. Tony's expression softened slightly.
"Look. She's just lost her mother; this isn't really something I can bring up with her at the moment."
"I understand that; I just feel insulted that neither she nor I were aware that we are more of a family than you ever let on."
"Loki's choice, not mine. Take from it what you will." Namely that the trickster hadn't exactly wanted his daughter and adopted brother to class each other as family. However, Tony wasn't going to spell that out, since a hammer to the face often causes offense. "He had precious little say in Evie's life, so when he did make a decision I usually didn't argue with it."
The thunder God tilted his head to one side in thought as he considered what his team-mate was trying to say.
"What would make you do so much for an enemy of this planet, Tony Stark?"
"I…Huh?" The question completely derailed the inventor's train of thought and it took a moment for him to change track and find an acceptable answer that wasn't 'because your brother's great in bed'. "In a nut-shell? Because I love him. In more complicated terms; Because he didn't try to kill me when it was just a casual thing between us, and then because he trusted me enough to sit by his side when he gave birth to our child. Did you know his magic is lost to him when he's in labour? He was the most vulnerable that it's possible for him to be, and he trusted me enough to be with him and not harm him. That's a big something in my books. I'd do anything for him after I saw how hard it was for him to give up Evelyn, and yet he did so because he knew it was the best thing for her." Tony could feel the back of his throat seizing painfully and swallowed heavily. "I would do all this for Loki because he's put his faith in me. A God has put his faith in me and whilst I'm not the religious type I know that that's a pretty big deal. He has trusted me with his daughter, his life and his love and I doubt that he's ever done that before with anyone, so yeah, I'm not going to do anything to jeopardise that." He tilted his chin up, exposing his throat. "So if you feel like smacking me with Mjolnir, go ahead, it won't change a thing."
Instead he was pulled into a tight hug which, considering it was coming from Thor, was almost as bad as being smashed by the God's hammer.
"Did you truly mean it when you said that you would find him? No matter where he is?" Thor voice was muffled by Tony's shoulder, but the anger had drained, replaced by the heartfelt plea of a brother. It made Tony realise that perhaps he and Evie weren't the only ones to have been devastated at having Loki snatched away infront of their very eyes.
"Yeah, of course I meant it." Wriggling slightly so that Thor wasn't crushing his injured ribs quite as much he gingerly patted the God on the back. "I'm going to get him back, big guy. We're going to get him back."
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It was cold.
That was unexpected and unwelcome.
Pain was a certainty but for a Frost Giant the cold should not have had such an effect on the figure curled up in a small ball in the corner of the water-logged cell.
Loki couldn't tell how long it had been.
He was naked, shivering from a cold that he shouldn't have been able to feel and the fear that now never left him. Perhaps if he were in his Jötunn form it would have been more bearable, but he had no control over Odin's magic so could not now change forms. His arms were held up at an uncomfortable angle, but that was hardly noticeable over the pain that was caused every time he tried to move them. The cuffs restraining him were shaped like stirrups, but rather than circling his wrists the straight bars had been drilled through between the ulna and radius of each arm like a grotesque piercing. It meant that there was no possible way to slip free of them, whilst the ligament and nerve damage rendered his hands useless and in turn defenceless.
He deserved this.
It was something he was constantly reminded of; he deserved this.
And how easy it would be to just accept it. To just bow down until the weight of it broke him entirely and there wasn't enough of him left to have to endure what they wanted to do to him.
And that was precisely what he had expected to happen and had planned against.
Although the entire area that Loki was kept in was under the influence of the confounded contraption that blocked his magic he had had a single chance. Whilst they had stopped him from being able to cast any more magic, he had realised that in every confrontation he'd had with them his magic had been blocked, but any already-existing magic hadn't been destroyed.
And in the moment that they finally took him into their custody there was a spell active that he almost never removed, but that now could prove crucial.
The glamour that hid his true gender was not, in the greater scheme of things, a necessary thing to maintain. Certainly, the chitauri would make good use of their discovery once he removed it and revealed what he really was, but it wasn't going to help him survive any better.
These thoughts had crossed Loki's mind in the brief moments of the teleportation. He had been well aware that upon reaching his prison and punishment he would never be in a position to move the spell, so grasped the milli-second opportunity as it arose. There was not enough power for it to be of any external use, and he was aware that the moment he moved the magic away from his body it would be destroyed by the chitauri technology but by moving it to another place upon his person it might serve more good.
There was one thing about himself that the trickster prized above all else and would protect above all other things, and that was his mind. They could (and would) break his body as much as they cared to, but he would fight to retain his mind.
The first time he had been their guest his consciousness had already been in tatters and it had taken little for them to fully rip it from him.
Not this time.
In the brief moments of between-ness during the teleport, Loki took hold of the spell creating his glamour and allowed it to flow up through his body and wrap itself around his mind like a protective blanket. Externally there would be no change – at least until they removed his clothes – but now it meant that he had an added mental barrier against the tortures and pain they would inflict.
For the chitauri the ideal situation would be to break their prisoner until there was nothing left of him. Until he had no name, no family and no love to remember.
And that was the very thing Loki was desperate to protect. If he was going to spend the rest of his life in this hell until they deemed fit to kill him, then at least he would do so able to recall the faces of his lover and daughter and bask in the meagre comfort it would provide. So he commanded the spell to keep him as sane as possible through what was going to happen and allow him to at least retain his sense of self.
It was going to be the only comfort he would receive.
It had been a wise move.
Torture had been the assumption, but he had given very little thought as to how exactly they were intending to wreck their vengeance.
Creatively apparently.
The chitauri were nothing if not surprising. It had never occurred to Loki that alongside the warriors, they would have scientists. Creatures of discovery, exploration and inquisition. Who wanted to know everything. Who wanted to know exactly what made a Frost Giant tick and didn't care how they found out.
He'd been given to these so-called scientists to explore every inch of him for anything that could better the chitauri in any way. Could his blood contain vital nourishment, antibodies? Was it toxic? Did his bones contain rare minerals?
Their reactions to discovering that he was not infact truly a 'he' and was rather a hermaphrodite did not bode well for his future at all.
They had eternity to rip him apart safe in the knowledge that they could keep him alive for as long as they wished.
Vivisection is such an ugly word.
Loki wished for death.
He couldn't beg for it though, even if his pride would let him. The simple application of a red hot blade had effectively removed his silver tongue and finally rendered him speechless.
All that was left was to scream.
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Poor Loki (says the one putting him through this).
What shall happen? Will Tony find a way to get Loki back? Will the other Avengers agree to help or hinder? Will Loki even last long enough? And hands up who thought that was the suckiest 7th birthday ever!
Love you all guys! Until next time :D
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