Whoa, I'm coming alive Whoa, I'll wake up now and live

"Dear Odin! What has the genius gone and done to himself now! Stark! Stark!" The voice seamed to come from far away bringing Tony out of his deep sleep. He didn't want to be disturbed so he buried himself deeper in to the darkness. "Anthony Stark! I swear if you don't wake up...!" He knew that voice. That bothersome voice intent on waking him. But where from...?

LOKI! The trickster had come to visit him! Why wouldn't Loki just leave him alone. He didn't want to see the god. Not now. There was still so much to figure out so much to think...but he couldn't think. That voice. That dam voice! Dragging him awake.

"Stark! Stark! Wake your sorry self up this very moment!" Loki commanded. No! Tony thought trying to escape the god's voice, but then something cold and blue caught him. Loki's magic dragged his reluctant conscious back to his body.