Tony was about to tell the man, 'You can call me Tony' but he'd already left. Tony realized he'd been too slow to respond. It had been a while since he'd felt this way. He usually was the one in control of the conversation, tugging along others as they sputtered for a response. But, this time, Odinson was definitely in control. He had wound Tony around his finger and had been playing with him the whole time. The conversation seemed to be a game of sorts to him. Tony had felt the challenge emanating from the man.

When he had cut in line, he'd expected the man to be annoyed, but he was Tony Stark, no one was going to say anything about it; Odinson had, and he hadn't even reacted to Tony being, well, Tony. When Tony, who was curious about the only person who'd stood up to him in a while, offered to buy his food he hadn't expected the man to agree. Odinson looked like someone with a large ego, but a fragile one; One that, if someone did anything for them, would disappear in a second. Instead, he had agreed. He even chose a pricier dish, taking advantage of Tony's endless bank account. The only reason Tony noticed was that he had been studying the man intently and had seen his emerald green eyes dart up to the menu board and scan it for a quick second. He'd been about to order when Tony had stepped in, so he had already known what he'd wanted already. Then, the man surprised Tony again when he agreed to join him for lunch. It wasn't that Tony didn't want him to, he wouldn't have asked otherwise, but Odinson had seemed rather irritated with him.

Tony liked this man, he was an enigma, something new in his life. He wanted to get inside his head, maybe even befriend him. That would take a while though, Tony had trust issues; Only this man seemed like he'd make Tony's life more exciting, so he was willing to push some of his issues to the side. But first, he had to get this man to like him. He had tried some friendly banter and when that didn't work, he reverted to his usual, 'I'm Tony Stark, so of course, you should like me' rant. Odinson had been unimpressed. Finally, he had given in, implying that he wanted to know Odinson better. That hadn't even done anything. The more and more Tony had talked to him, the more and more Tony had wanted to know him. Every question Tony asked was answered vaguely and only brought more questions. It excited and confused him. Odinson had matched him wit for wit and had won.

As Tony replayed the conversation, which he was realizing more and more that it had been a game, a competition of wits, instead of an everyday exchange, he chuckled to himself. A couple of people shot him a look, which he returned with his 'I'm Tony Stark, I can laugh by myself if I want' look.

The most confusing and intriguing part of this chat was the last thing Odinson had said, 'How else could you have guessed the origin of my name?'. What did that mean? Tony was sure that he'd been playing with him, but everything that the man had said had a purpose and was probably true; So there must be a hidden meaning to that statement.

That's when he remembered he had a business card in his hand and he recalled what had followed Odinson's remark, 'I'm quite looking forward to seeing you again'. Looking at the card for the first time, Tony realized that the man had said it like he was going to see him again. He hadn't driven this curious puzzle away. Odinson had been impressed by his wit and was willing to have a second go. Tony smiled and quickly left the cafe.

As soon as he arrived at his lab, he sat down and read the card for the first time. He couldn't read anything on it. Sure, he could read the number etched at the bottom. But the rest was in another language or something, 'Geimfyrirtæki' was front and center with 'ᛒᚢᚱᛁᛋᛟᚾ ᚲᛟ' underneath. The watermark of the card was of two intricate snakes wrapped around each other in a double "S" like shape. As Tony moved the card, the ink shimmered from green, gold, and black. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought it was magic. But, it was just some fancy metallic ink. He flipped it over and there was a symbol of a tree, its branches intertwining together to form a circle around it, merging back into the roots. In the center of the tree-circle were three interconnected triangles.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, sir?"

"What language is this?" He held out the card to one of the AI's many sensors.

"I believe that is Icelandic and Futhark"

"Futhark? Never heard of that one."

"It is a series of runes used by the Vikings. The language is not used today."

Tony chuckled, "Seems Odinson is embracing his heritage. What does it say, Jarvis?"

"Aerospace Company, Burison Co."

"Jarvis, search up Burison Co. Oh, and while you're at it, search up the symbol on the front."

"Of course, sir. It is the Nordic symbol for Loki, the Norse God of mischief."

"He is so narcissistic; Of course, I can't say anything about that, can I, Jarvis?"

If the AI could laugh, Tony was sure it would have, "No, sir, you are just as narcissistic as the worst of them."

"What about the back?"

"It seems to be Yggdrasil, the world-tree in Norse mythology, along with a valknut, a symbol for 'those that have fallen in battle'."

He hummed, "Okay, we'll crack that code later, what do you have for me on Burison Co.?"

The holographic screen in front of him flashed to several news lines all written in another language, which Jarvis quickly translated. 'Lead in renewable energy' read one. 'Burison; First to find energy from space?' read another. One titled 'Will space be the next big retail?' caught his eye. He opened it and quickly scanned through it. Burison Co. was a rising company in Norway that focused on space; Mainly the energy and resources that could be obtained from it. While they hadn't sent anything up yet, they have started to create some very powerful and ingenious rockets and other machines. They also helped make and improve jet engines and had started their own airline. After some more research, he found they had a building in New York. It had just been leased to them a week ago. Maybe Odinson was overseeing the business here. Tony wondered why his namesake's symbol was on the business card. Did he make some just for him or were those the cards for the whole company?

"Jarvis, search up 'Loki Odinson' in relation to Burison Co."

"Nothing is found, sir."

Tony frowned, "Search 'Odinson' then."

Several articles came up. Every single one of them involved Thor Odinson, the founder of Burison, but no Loki. Tony would have assumed they were brothers, but Thor didn't look anything like Loki. One article mentioned that Thor had co-founded.

"Jarvis, search, 'founders of Burison Co."

The only results he received were, "Burison Co. was co-founded by Thor Odinson and his partner, who wishes to remain anonymous."

"Well, this is getting nowhere. Jarvis, search 'Loki'"

Once again, nothing was found. This search had been about as unhelpful and vague as their conversation. Tony realized that the only way he was going to get more was to call the number, so that's just what he did.

"Hello? Burison Co. How may we help you?"

Tony sighed in relief, he had worried that they would only speak Norweigan.

"Yes, is this the New York building?"

There was a slight pause of surprise, "No, sir. That one isn't fully functional yet."

"Does it have a front office and workers?"

"Yes, sir." The lady sounded rather confused at where this was going.

"Could you patch me through?"

"You won't be able to buy any of our products-"

Tony cut her off, "I know, I need to talk to one of the employees working there."

"Okay, sir. One moment."

After several, long seconds, someone else came on the line.

"Burison Co., New York. How may I help you?"

"Yes, I need to talk to Loki Odinson."

There was silence on the other side. Tony started to wonder if there was something wrong with the connection. "Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yes, sorry, sir. I will be with you in a moment." This time Tony could hear some conversation in the background. It stopped and the man came back on, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know who Loki Odinson is. Do you have the wrong number?"

"No, at least I don't think I do. He did give me this business card. You are Burison Co. aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would it help if I told you I was Tony Stark?"

"Um," the man hesitated, "One moment, sir." Tony frowned. How could Odinson not be here? This was his last lead. He'd thought that Odinson had wanted to talk again; Or was that all just another game? Another way he wrapped Tony around his finger?

After several minutes the man came back on, "I'm sorry for the wait, sir. I'll patch you in."