"Lokes. Could you come here for a sec?" careful he called four seconds and Loki'd answered it startled Thor slightly. He'd appeared facing Tony features worried started:

"What's-" then he spotted Thor, and though expected how quickly rage'd taken his eyes and face surprised Tony. It's not a reaction to seeing Thor it's: "What, are you doing here?"

"I need to talk t-"

"How did you find him?" When Tony realizes the anger relates to him directly – enraged Loki prompted wild: "Why would you-" before Thor'd interrupted him explaining brief and hasteful:

"You were spotted. During the full moon. You were seen protecting him so I followed him." This did nothing to quell Loki. Tony stepped up quickly put a hand to his arm that was stiff and wound as his posture. He gripped it called trying to pull his attention.

"Hey. Easy," calmly spoke, "We're cool. Right, Thor?"

"Indeed," Thor gave a firm nod, before readdressing a very impatient: "Loki. Ther-"

"What do you want?" perhaps his tone and aggravation's on a base justified. Thor and the pack and basically every superhuman universally despised hunters – he has a right to worry, but not for Tony not from Thor, who bore a more pressing and far, far more distressing matter.

…There is not one way in which to considerately or even passively phrase this…

"…Mother.

She's…Dead."

Browns shocked shot to greens, that had stilled and widened,

and watered promptly.

"…What?" hoarsely asked heart faltered mind refuteful, but Thor's face and weary gaze spoke the truth plainly, voice as dry as he tried to in brief explain things:

"…The Jotunns, attacked. One of them killed her." It'd hit him simultaneously both horrid shock, and wrath like he'd never felt in all his lifetime. Speechless Tony saw the way his face was staggered, hollow eyes and his chest heaving. As stunned he was disquieted and panicking, lost on what to do what to say – he knows that nothing will matter not then – still.

"…Loki," softly called he touched his shoulder that at contact tensed further and Tony recoiled, before he held his arm and firmly, sealed his lips there's no words they'd utter, that'd dam back the tears in greens threatening to flood at an instant, as Thor's blue ones at his brother's broken gaze already were weeping silent.

"…When?" quietly asked voice coarse.

"…A few days ago," Thor wiped at a tear that had rolled down sniffed and crossed his arms tensely.

It was as though it was, too much, all at once to process, that she was…gone,

that it was them.

He was shaking vision flared he moved to the bed beside them sat at the end slowly. Greens ahead gazed in a lost, dreary daze his face a ghastly pale and Tony was frozen, so helpless in that moment to ward and stave off, the kind of grief, pain he knew Loki felt and exactly how intensely – he knows that look and he knows the feeling and it isn't something he ever ever would've wanted him to go through.

Browns glanced Thor move to the bed adjacent sat to the side faced Loki who was oblivious to his surroundings,

flashes in his mind, of her, her smile, her kind blue eyes, the way in which she'd tried to implore him when he'd snapped that day stormed away, to stay,

that, that was the last that he'd seen her…

"…Father, refuses to retaliate," Thor'd said reseized his half-attention. "We lost many…They're hybrids. The entire pack." Then his focus's clear as glass and Tony sees how swiftly greens'd hardened. "And they have witches." Shot to his feet his fists white-knuckled clenching.

And Tony knows,

that he will stop at nothing.

and unrelenting he'd stand firmly by him.

"…Loki I need your help," Thor called, admitted desolate: "…I don't know what else to do." Tony wasn't unempathetic to the sibling's state. Loki's face when he turned locked a hard, stern gaze to his brother's pleading eyes, stoutly, sinisterly told him:

"…We kill every last one of them." As set Tony steadfast prompted asking Thor, whose hope and will at his brother's aid instantly rejuvenated.

"How many people've you got left, that can fight."

"Forty. Maybe less-"

"It's not enough," Loki stated. He countered:

"Yes, it is. The relics we gather – I looked into it. I was right and I know where they're kept," claimed Loki's unfaltering focus. "Only problem's getting to them, but we can figure something out."

"Relics?" Thor probed perplexed, rose and approached them.

"I've been trying to exterminate the vermin for years," Loki hissed malevolent. "Them being hybrids complicated the process and I needed something powerful."

"How many are there? The Jotunns," Tony asked him.

"Last I checked around forty the same. But I was wrong. There's many more-"

"How many?" Thor snapped back urgent.

"…Up to sixty maybe. Plus the fucking witches."

"We can deal with the witches," Tony staunchly told though certain using 'we' aggravated Loki.

He'll not from this exclude him for whatever reason.

"I have what we need but we're gonna need eyes on-"

"And if I can, convince other packs," Thor added keen, "to join us-"

"Why would they do that?" Loki probed incredulous. "Tis not their fight."

"A pack of hybrids. It goes against everything a moonchild stands for it desecrates the bloodlines."

"Right," dismissive responds and Tony was doubtless on some level Thor's answer though unintentionally'd insulted him, glanced a peek at why Loki actively avoids him. "Good luck with that." Greens faced him. "Where are they? The relics."

"Secret facility in Delaware. Guarded and everyone's probably marked. So we'll have to play it smart. Maybe fake IDs?"

"…I suppose."

"I have a list – a lot of this stuff they don't know what it does but I jotted down four or five I thought'd be a help. I got blueprints. I can get us in the system but I need IDs to set up a fake inspection or something."

"I'll have them."

"So what's the plan?" Thor probed determined. For a beat Loki thought then answered:

"…See how many you can gather. Tony and I'll get the relics-"

"And weapons. There's a heck load of stuff I can make to level the playing field."

"Fine. Once we've all we need we'll come up with a strategy."

"Good. I can talk father into-" Loki interrupted Thor spiteful:

"You can't talk him into anything. See who's willing to go behind his back and give me a definite number. We can't take chances-"

"Alright." A ringing – Tony's phone. He sighed vexed fished it out of his pocket, Steve he picked up impatient asking:

"What?"

"We got a lead. Time to move. Where are you?" irked a great deal he sighed again browns to greens locking. Loki who visibly was strained, and simply distorted, gave a reassuring nod that not in the least'd swayed him,

no choice then begrudgingly answered:

"I'm on my way," hangs up and he. Cannot bear the dejection poorly hid in greens – to leave him now! He…Staying would cause all of them more problems.

Close he draws pulled his lover into an abrupt hug that startled him slightly as it had Thor. Tony held him tightly clenching, hoarsely whispered voice broken: "I'm sorry." Greens rapid welled as his arms slowly closed around Tony, chest tightened in acute pain Tony felt it when Loki gripped him stiffly. Back he pulled cupped his face saw those greens that at him glanced were wayward and hurting. There is nothing he can say to soothe them and he loathes it. He pressed a firm kiss to his frowning, thin lips and Loki's face furrowed aching – he needs him, badly. Tony stroked softly his cheek told him: "I'll call you when I get back." Browns were pained and compassionate, and as determined. In a way something in them just in slight reassured Loki.

A step back he took faced then Thor who seemed disconcerted and confused faintly. Somberly Tony told him: "I wish we would've met under better circumstances," as perplexing for a beat Loki – when and why were they so overly friendly? He hasn't the mind to wonder nor process for this an emotion, as kindly Tony added: "I'm sorry for your loss." Smiling slightly Thor gave a curt nod said lowly:

"Thank you." Browns at him gazed gentle, locked back to Loki and he squeezed his arm consoling, before dragging himself the door's way, and leaving.

It after him shut he stepped towards the railing, looking down at the parking lot the floor below gripped cold iron with his hands sighed shakily. He should be in there he cannot leave not now he –

"Tony!" Steve called by the truck gestured. Tony frowned aggravated, stomped down towards him.