Tony flew into the true 86th floor and looked around. Green and black walls, not the usual colours in his tower, this is the trickster base of operation. Why he would live in his tower and go not be found is a mystery to him.
He looked up to the ceiling and gaped. The ceiling was a hell of a lot taller then he remembered. He also didn't remember ever painting the ceilings with a sky view. He walked staring at the paint covering his walls. Back where he came through was a closet of some kind. Hell, that closet was better decorated then his own room. This guy, maybe in another life could be his decorator. But now to find this guy and punish him for causing so many troubles to him.
After a while of walking around not finding and wondering how the dude somehow made the ceiling higher and basically expand the level, but then he found a door. He could hear water running through it and movement. Tony broke down the door with a blast and stepped into the room.
Taller ceilings than the corrider, one half of the room painted like the afternoon, the other like the night during a full moon. A chair in the corner, Loki in the middle of the room looking at him, a desk with painting supplies on it next to wall. Wait. WHAT? Loki was staring at Tony with eyebrows raised.
"Greetings, may I ask why are you in my home?" Loki asked, rather politely.
"Your home? Dude you're in my tower."
"Well that may be right to a certain extent, but legally it is mine."
"What the hell does that mean? You are in my building."
"You should watch what's given to you to sign."
"Aw hell naw." Tony was distracted. Now he should get un-distracted.
"Let's stop the chit-chat and starting talking why the hell you are doing here?!" Loki looked away for a second, chewing his bottom lip slightly. Tony expected a lie now.
"Sight-seeing."
"Uh huh. So you broke out of Asgard to do a little sight-seeing on a planet you tried to conquer, yeah, makes perfect sense." Loki gritted his teeth at 'Asgard'. Tony was going to use that.
"Still don't see Asgard as home? I mean sure you might not belong to the royal family but you're still Aesir." Loki glared at him, a significant change from the calm god that stood there seconds ago.
"I am not of the Aesir, I do not belong on the soil where the man that ruined my children's and my own lives was born and raised. It shall never be my home." He said this while gripping the paintbrush in his hands rather tightly.
"Wait, what do you mean you're not of the Aesir. I mean Thor said-"
"What did he say? That I was envious of him and that I wanted power because of it? You should not trust that oaf. If I am the Lie-Smith than he is the prince which orders the smith to work for him and save him as well as get the blame from the situations he caused."
"Why should I trust you? I mean you trashed New York, damaged my tower, almost killed Coulson and, AND threw me. Out of. A window." The poor paintbrush in Loki's hand broke with a snap. Loki closed his eyes and began to murmur something. Tony blinked. When he opened his eyes, he woke in his room.
"That went well." A girl said. Tony could swear she was similar to someone.
"Where am I?" He asked looking at the room where he was in.
"You are in the realm of the dead, Stark. I am it's ruler. I am the daughter of Loki. Hela Lokidotter. I am here get you back to the living. Be nice now, I do not wish to tell dad that you fell to a tragic, pre-mature death. "