[A/N]: I'm changing around some of the story line from where I was originally going. Just so there's no confusion or whatnot, I'm gonna say where in the Marvel story line this story takes place:
Tony has anxiety, just as he does in Iron Man 3. However, there is no Aldrich Killian, his scheme, none of that, and Tony keeps his arc reactor, and his armor. He still has his house, all of that. The only thing he has from Iron Man 3 is anxiety.
Loki takes place after Thor 2: The Dark World. Having the movie not out yet, I've no idea what fully happens, so I've created my own little version for right now: Loki was put in an Asgardian jail until a proper punishment was thought of. Thor interrupted that by needing Loki's help to save Earth. Once Earth was safe, Loki betrayed Thor, or there was a misunderstanding, something happened, I'll let the movie cover those details, but basically, Thor and Loki battled, and Loki lost. His punishment for "betraying" Thor and the whole New York thing, was the Isle of Silence - which is where the last chapter comes in, and where we continue off from.

So, carrying on... ~ c:

Once on Midgard, Loki immediately turned to the Enchantress to demand her absence. "Go. My brother will surely learn of the disturbance to be created on this planet. His knowledge of my escape must be put off for as long as possible. You must create a false disturbance for when he comes to investigate what he's sworn to protect."
"Of course," the Enchantress accepted, as she backed into a ball of green fire, disappearing.
Having more of his power returning, he attempted to heal himself, again. He had still not had enough power to have his lips back to normal. They weren't injured anymore, though. Just scarred. He would have to fix that again, later.
"Now then," Loki muttered to himself as he turned around. "It's time for some fu-" He cut himself off, realizing where he was.

Meanwhile...

As Tony was unable to sleep, he decided to go wondering about, hoping to find something that could possibly put him to sleep. He ended up standing by the window, staring out into the dark, starry sky as the sun was just beginning to crack on the horizon.
Suddenly something off caught his eye. He was no longer sure if he was awake or if he was having another nightmare. He didn't know whether or not he should be afraid. He stared at the figure standing on his landing zone of his catwalk, and questioned whether or not the God that was supposed to be facing Asgardian Justice, was in fact standing just outside on his landing zone, with the possibility of wanting to murder him. Sure, Loki had just helped Thor save Earth, but that didn't mean Loki was on the good side. What reason could Loki have for visiting Tony if not to get revenge and kill him?
For some reason, however, Tony didn't feel afraid. He felt... relieved. He could get some closure and his answers about everything that happened, right? Even if he were to die by taking the risk of talking to Loki, he could die in peace. It was a risk he had to take. It was better Loki than nothing, and maybe, just maybe, Tony was wrong about assuming Loki wanted to murder him. He slowly walked up his stairs and down the catwalk until he was standing just a few feet away from the demi-god that had destroyed his city the last time he was on Earth. After what seemed like a year of silence, Tony finally spoke. "I believe I owe you a drink," he offered, staring into Loki's green eyes.
Loki stared at him, puzzled. It was only the last time that Tony offered Loki a drink, that Loki was out to kill him and take over the world. Why would Tony be so hospitable? If it weren't for referencing Loki's last words, Loki might assume Tony had forgotten just who it was that was standing before him.
"Well?"
"Do you not know who I am?" Loki asked.
"Yeah, you're Thor's brother. The Demi-God. Loki. You tried to rule the world and kill me and my friends. I remember you," Tony nodded.
"Why is it that after all of the trouble I have caused you, I come before you once again, and all you can do is offer me a drink?"
"I don't like owing things. I'd prefer to give you that drink and get it over with."
"Really, Stark?" Loki challenged, trying to pry the truth out.
"I don't want you to go away, again. Not yet."
"Are you planning to threaten me?" Loki chuckled, "that did not go so well for you last time."
"Why would I threaten you? I've waited too long to get the answers that I need. If I have to get them from the guy who destroyed my city and almost killed me and my friends, well, I'll take that over no answers at all."
"A little desperate, are we?"
"Do you want the drink or not?" Tony asked as he began walking down to his bar to get a drink for himself.
"I do not owe you any answers, mortal."
"I think you do," Tony argued as he turned to face Loki. "You not only come to my planet intending to rule it, but you come back again, I don't know why. I think I deserve a few answers about why and where you came from. I owe you a drink, you owe me a few answers. Seem fair?"
Loki stared at him. He didn't owe anyone anything, especially some mortal that ruined everything for him. However, as much as Loki did not obey orders, especially from some mortal... giving the Enchantress at least a few minutes to get a distraction ready for Thor seemed wise. Thor was pretty gullible and stupid, but even he would eventually figure out that whatever it was the Enchantress had planned was just a distraction. The Enchantress needed something large enough to keep Thor distracted for as long as possible. Besides, what else was there for Loki to do in the meantime? He was already at Tony's tower, and angering Tony, the Iron Man, within the first few minutes of Loki's arrival did not seem to be overly wise... "free drinks. I suppose can't say no to that... as long as it is a real drink. I do not wish to waste my time with your pathetic mortal beverages."
"What's my name?"
Loki stared at Tony, confused as to why he was asking for his own name.
"My name. Who am I?"
"Stark?"
"Tony. I am Tony Stark. I am Iron Man. I'm a billionaire. Do you think I, of all people, would have 'pathetic' alcohol?"
"Do not forget that I am a god."
"Do not forget that I am a billionaire," Tony mimicked.
The corner of Loki's mouth lifted up slightly at Tony's ignorance and arrogance. "Alright then, Tony Stark. Show me what you've got."
Tony continued making his way down the catwalk, leading Loki into his bar.
As Tony got two glasses out and set them on the counter, Loki questioned him. "If you drink, will you not forget anything I might tell you? You mortals are weak that way..."
Tony shook his head as he poured himself more alcohol than he usually gives himself, "I don't know how much I'll want to remember."
Loki chuckled as he watched Tony pour his drink, "well then," Loki sat down on Tony's couch, making himself comfortable. "I suggest you give yourself a little more than that."
Tony stared at Loki, not quite sure if he was trying to intimidate him, or if behind his chuckle, it was some genuine advice. Either way, Tony filled his glass to the brim, then poured half a glass for Loki."So, first question," he began as he walked towards Loki with the drinks in hand.
"Already? You haven't even handed me my drink. I do believe that is more overdue than your questions."
Tony set Loki's half full glass down on the table in front of him, and sat down on the couch parallel to the couch Loki was sitting on. He opened his mouth to begin his questioning, but couldn't think of any of his questions. They had all slipped his mind. A lot of them had been answered just by the sight of Loki. What happened, was real. More importantly, it was back. The only problem was, this time, Tony couldn't just push everything away and fight. He was desperate for his answers; knowing what happened and how. Now that he finally had his chance, he couldn't think of anything. He was positive that he wouldn't even be able to get the words out.
"Well?" Loki asked after a while. "What are your questions?"
"I don't know," Tony mumbled. "I can't think right now. This is too much."
"So, you call me in here demanding that I owe you answers, then you've got none?"
"You've already answered them..."
"What have I answered?"
"You're real."
Loki stared at Tony in slight disbelief and confusion. "You wanted to know merely if I were real or not?"
"No. Well, yes, but not..."
"Oh, enough," Loki interrupted, standing from his seat. "As you've no questions to ask, I see no reason to waste my time here any longer. I have more important things at hand. You are positive that you've nothing to ask? The next time we meet I may not be so generous as to allow you to question me."
Tony stared at the wall across the room, completely out of it. Only one thing was going through his head. Loki, the God that came to Earth to destroy and rule, was back.
Loki nodded, accepting Tony's silence as his answer, and headed for Tony's elevator without another word.
After a few moments, Tony jumped up, and headed down to his computer. He immediately began searching for any information about Loki that was unknown to him that could possibly be helpful in any way. However, for some reason the internet connection was unbearably slow. "Why is the connection so slow?!" Tony snapped. "Jarvis. What is going on?"
"It seems that there is somebody or something on the roof, sir."
Tony let out a heavy, frustrated sigh. Of all possible times for something to go wrong, it had to be the most inconveniencing time. He got up and put on his suit, then flew up to the roof to see who was doing what. He was almost surprised to see whom the figure wondering about, tinkering with things was. Tony hovered in place and raised his hand, locking on Loki as a target.
Loki looked up towards Tony who had his hand out towards him, ready to attack. "Is that any way to greet a guest?"
"Since when are you my guest? You left. You're not welcome here anymore."
"Now, where else do I have to go, Stark?"
"You're so fond of making people do things for you. Make someone give you a bed for the night."
"That's what I'm trying to do."
Tony lowered his hand, and stared at him. "Why here? Why me?"
"No other reason than because your living space is the nicest. This is what you wanted, is it not? To have the best of everything and have everyone's attention?"
"Not yours."
"C'mon, Stark. Surely the man who has everything can help out one which has nothing?"
"Why would I help you?"
"If you don't, I will kill you."
"What makes you think you can kill me? You were defeated -"
"By a couple of professional assassins, once of which I was easily able to mind control, a soldier with bottled strength, a monster, you; a man in an impressive suit, and a Demi-God. Fighting you one-on-one? I am at an advantage, and you've no one to help to you this time. I can not be defeated."
Tony landed himself on his roof in front of Loki and opened his helmet so he could have proper eye contact with him. "Why are you even here? What do you want?"
"I think you should go and grab that drink before you ask things you aren't ready to hear the answer to."
"Oh, what's the matter? Big bad Demi-God has no problem throwing me out of my own window, but when it comes to telling me why he's back on Earth, suddenly that's too much for me to handle? Spare me your feelings and just try me."
Loki nodded. "Alright, mortal -"
"My name isn't 'mortal.'"
"Stark," Loki corrected. "I am here because your planet has yet to be ruled."
"We have leaders."
"One mere planet does not need multiple leaders if ruled correctly. I can rule this planet and I can do it right. You people need -"
"Have you not learned? You can't just come to a planet and decide to take it over. You were already defeated once before. We've done it once, we can defeat you, again."
"We? Who is this 'we' you speak of? Your heroes are not around to help you this time. Thor, the only one with a chance of stopping me? Well, he is still dull enough to think I am imprisoned on an isle that is inescapable. Where are your other teammates? Scattered, carrying on with their lives? I have come on a mission that I can and will not fail." Loki crossed his arms over his chest and smirked slightly, rather satisfied about how the conversation was going more in his favor.
"I can easily get a hold of Bruce, Steve, Natasha and Clint. The five of us can stop you again, even without -" Tony stopped what he was saying when he realized he was challenging Loki, saying he could fight him, again, and win. Tony wasn't entirely sure if he could. Not again. Not in the state he's been in.
"Why'd you stop?" Loki questioned.
"Questions," Tony mumbled. Realizing he had more questions to ask and no drink to help him with the answers he was receiving, he began pacing back and fourth along the rooftop, slowly taking in a deep breath to prepare for the next answer. He certainly couldn't go get another drink. Not anymore. Loki didn't need to know just how weak Tony was and how much he depended on alcohol. "What happened? How was all of that possible?"
"Your planet is far behind in what can and is happening in the universe."
"So why not try to take over somewhere more advanced?"
"You say 'take over' like it is a bad thing. I am doing you a favour. You humans should be thanking me, not questioning me. You are destroying each other, just look at yourselves. You're headed towards extinction the way you all live. I can help you. I can save you. All of you."
"So, how is that you can save the ones that die because of you?"
"If living is what they truly wished for, they would not have gotten themselves killed."
"You probably don't know this, but throughout history we have fought for our freedom. We don't need you to come in here right when we're all beginning to be free and take that away from us."
"You are fighting not for what you need, but what you want. You are in need of more of my help than I had realized."
"We don't need your 'help.' We have another 'God' helping us out, remember?"
"Thor? He is not helping you. He is but a sad excuse merely for you humans not to worry. If you worry about not being safe, you'll only increase your weaponry and force other realms into thinking you are stronger and more advanced than you truly are. You are too currently weak for them to bother with or declare war upon; you wouldn't want to spoil that image. There are more dangers out there than you realize. Thor is only making you feel better." Loki scoffed, "look at how protective he is right now. I've again run off to rule your planet and Thor has not the slightest idea, nor will he for quite a while. How can he protect you when he knows not what happens on Midgard? He cannot. He can not really protect you mortals. I, however, can protect you and all of your people the way you should be protected."
"So," Stark said, stopping to face Loki, "having a Demi-God on our planet, ruling or 'protecting' everyone doesn't tell these other realms that we're not weak, but making a few extra weapons does? If we're too weak for war and won't have anyone bothering us, why do we need your protection?"
"Having me rule you will tell them that they have a God guarding them. They will know not to interfere with Midgard."
"But Thor doesn't send out that message?"
"Not when he's in Asgard idly standing by, having no idea what is happening."
"Why did you come here?" Tony sighed, changing the subject. There was no sense in continuing to argue about the circumstances of Loki taking over Earth. There was no way Loki could have Tony see his point of view, or convince Tony that his ruling was a good thing - for anybody.
"I have already told you. You mortals don't listen."
"No. Why did you come here. This continent. This country. This state. This city. This tower. Why did you come to me?"
"Merely because it was an easy target. Your tower is gigantic, does not move and I am familiar with it's placement. Do not flatter yourself, Stark."
"Trust me, Asgardian, you being here is not something I would be flattered about."
"Is that all, then?" Loki asked, getting annoyed with their pointless conversation that was going no where, fast.
"Where did you come from? Who else is out there?"
"I come from Asgard, one of nine realms."
"What other realms are there?"
"Alfheim, Hel, Muspelheim, Svartalfheim, Nidavellir, Muspelheim, Vanaheim, and... Jotunheim."
Tony stared at him. He didn't know what to think. What could he think? How was he supposed to take that in? Not only did he know of seven more realms - realms that held life and life threatening aliens - but he knew their names. Any hope Tony had of denying the existence of anything, was gone. He really wished he had taken Loki's word on getting that drink. He needed it. "Is anyone else going to come here?"
Loki shook his head. "You are too weak for anyone to declare war upon, -"
"Then why are you?" Tony interrupted before Loki could finish.
"I am not declaring war, I am merely trying to... assist, your planet."
"Destroying and murdering is not assisting. Why did you and your people come to Earth in the first place?"
"Asgard has only been involved with you because Odin robbed Thor of his powers and banished him to a place where he would not die without them, as others may do, as well."
"Is this the only place Thor wouldn't die without - wait," Tony paused, interrupting himself. "'Like others may do, as well?'" he quoted Loki.
Loki nodded, "your planet and yours alone is far behind in everything, from knowledge to power and everything in between. It is not significant enough to worry of what may happen if any creature gets banished. You cannot fight back nor would any realm suffer for your planet's population being wiped out if an attack was forced to be made on you if you attempted war. Earth is just a junkyard. Full of things that everyone finds useless, only used for junk or for lone creatures to hide."
"I thought you said no one would declare war."
"Banishment is not war. I said that none would declare war upon you, not that you would not get any more visitors."
"You are terrible at giving answers," Tony growled as he began pacing, again.
Loki headed for the door, "if that is how you feel, I will be on my way."
"One more. What do I need to be prepared for?"
"You need not be prepared for anything. All that need be done by you, is to make me your ruler. Having a God protect you is the greatest protection you could possibly use against anything else out there."
"Man, you Asgardians are a pain in the ass. You are evil. There is no way you are going to rule Earth. We already have a God protecting us, we don't need another or a replacement." Tony sighed, "Earth may be behind in weaponry, but at least we've got brains. If anything dangerous gets banished here, I can take care of it. If I can't, then Thor will come back to help and take your sorry ass back to Asgard and give you some real justice."
"Enough!" Loki nearly yelled. "I did not come back to this pitiful planet to be made a fool by some weak mortal. If you would prefer this so called 'protection' from my brother who can not even protect you from myself, that is fine. One mere human disagreeing with me will not stop me, but you will kneel before me and I will rule you. You will see. I no longer have the time to waste to answer these questions of yours. Stay out of my way and try not to ruin my plans, again."
"Yeah, sure. Where are you going? You know, just so I know where not to go."
"You should know, genius. Unless you really are the fool I take you for."
"I'll just stay home then."
"Will you?"
"We'll see."
"That we will." Loki stepped backwards into Tony's elevator, taking it down to the mail floor, leaving.
"I need a drink," Tony said to himself when he was alone, taking in a deep breath. He flew back down to his bar and grabbed the first bottle he saw. "It's gonna be a long night. Might as well make it a fun one. JARVIS?"
"Yes, sir?" Jarvis replied.
"Which bar should I hit up first?"
"Whichever you haven't been banned from, perhaps?"
"Which ones are those?"
"None, sir."
"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore," Tony mumbled under his breath.
"Might it be too early for a drink of that size?"
"I'm just getting a good breakfast to prepare myself for the day."
"I must remind you that in the morning you have -"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do me a favour and clear my morning?"
"Yes, sir."
"And the rest of today."
"Consider it done."
"Good." Tony collapsed himself onto the couch where he intended on remaining for the rest of the day and night. He wasn't sure if he wanted to remember or forget the conversation he had with Loki, so he would let the alcohol decide for him. He put his feet up on the coffee table and opened his bottle. He stared out the window, watching the sun crack on the horizon as he took the first of many large mouthfuls from his bottle.

Alright, I know, that was so fucking lame and pointless.
Yeah, I know it was. Consider this to be just a filler, getting the story started, setting things up kinda thing. The next chapter will definitely get into the story line and will definitely be exciting!
I'll be posting that as soon as it's finished - and it almost is. c: