As the sun rose, so did a grin upon Loki's face. Though it was only mere hours that had passed since he had arrived on Midgard, he intended on unfolding his plans. It was the day that he had been planning for, and he had waited far too long. It had already felt like he had been waiting months on Midgard. He finally had his chance, and his damned brother wasn't around to get in the way. Loki just hoped that the Enchantress would do her job, and do it right. He would hate to see such an evil mind go to waste.
Loki stared at the street and all of the mortals walking around. He noted that the majority of the males were wearing two different types of things: a black outfit similar to the one he had worn in Germany the last time he was in Midgard, and blue bottoms with many different types of tops.
He found one man that had a somewhat decent looking outfit on that wasn't completely repelling to look at, as well as a container of some sort on his back, and contemplated using magic to duplicate the outfit on himself. The only problem was, if Loki used his magic, it could possibly catch Heimdall's attention, and Odin would use his magic to send Thor down to Midgard and just like that, everything would be ruined. That couldn't happen. Loki could not take any chances. He had to act as mortal as possible until he needed to use his magic. By then, it would be too late and there would be nothing Thor could do to stop him.
Having quickly thought up a plan, he removed his helmet and set it out of sight in a dark corner in the alley he was hidden it. He casually walked out out onto the street and caught up to the man and spun him around by his shoulder. "Would you help me?" Loki pleaded, with tears in his eyes. "I was playing 'Avengers' with my son. He dressed up as the Avenger known as Thor, and I am Loki. Something happened and he broke his leg. He can't walk, there is blood everywhere. Please, come help me."
"Yeah, sure, of course. Where is he?" the foolish, naive man responded, worriedly.
"Right through here," Loki headed back into the alley with the mortal following him. As soon as they were both hidden inside the shadows, Loki gripped the man's throat and pinned him to the wall. "You foolish mortal."
"Loki?" the man managed to get out, realizing that the game wasn't a game at all. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Give me your clothes, mortal, and I will consider sparing your pathetic life."
"My... my clothes?"
Loki tightened his grip on the man's throat. "Was I unclear about my request?"
The man shook his head ever so slightly.
Loki let go of the man, and the man quickly undressed himself through his trembling hands and handed the clothes to Loki. Before he could ask if he was free to go, Loki demanded his shoes, as well.
"What... am I supposed to walk in?"
"I do not care for your insignificant mortal problems. Whether you obey or not, I will get those shoes. I do not want to have to go through the effort of cutting your legs off so that I can get them, but do not make the mistake of thinking that I will not."
The man stood there, staring at Loki with terrified eyes. He quickly bent down and took his shoes and socks off. Loki grabbed the man by his throat again, and pulled him forward a few feet. "If you tell anyone of my presence in Midgard, I will murder you in ways no one has ever even thought of because it is so terrifyingly gruesome. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes."
Loki nodded, and threw the man on the ground, quite a few feet away. Though he would be in a fair amount of pain from that, the man got up and ran away, leaving his backpack behind.
Unfortunately time was not something Loki had much of. He quickly undressed himself out of his armour, and put on his new clothes – a black shirt, blue jeans, and horridly uncomfortable shoes.
He needed to bring his armour with him. It was necessary. Without magic, he had nothing to carry it in except for that backpack that the mortal ever so kindly left behind, but that wasn't big enough.
Loki sighed. Since it was almost time for his plans to fall into place, and it was just a small bit of magic, he decided he would cast his magic to make the inside of the bag bigger than the outside. Even if Thor did come to Midgard now, it would still be too late.
Once he was finished the spell, he put his helmet and armour into the big, and casually left the alley to continue out his plans. There was a place that Loki knew would not be populated, as the place was never populated in Asgard, or any realm. He did not need to visit all of the realms to know that. So that's exactly where he headed, once he figured out just where that was, of course.
- x - X - x -
Drinks. Drinks, everywhere. So many different kinds.
In a matter of hours, Tony had managed to down so much alcohol, and many different types, only passing out a few times. He had been making a line with ten shot glasses, grabbing the nearest bottles and pouring some of the alcohol in shot glasses, each shot glass containing alcohol from a different bottle, few of which were mixed with either juice or soda. One by one, he took the shots, finishing the line of ten in less than a minute. Feeling completely satisfied of himself for finishing the line in so little time, he rewarded himself with another line of shots, this time only consisting of five shots. Again, he finished in seconds.
He stood up off of his stool, finished with the shots, but fell right back down to the ground, having the effects of the alcohol hitting him hard.
"Jarvis?" Tony slurred, grabbing onto the counter to pull himself up to his feet. He felt the counter and grabbed his Colantotte bracelets and put them on.
"Yes, sir?" Jarvis replied.
"I need you to send out my suit."
"Going somewhere?"
"I don't know, yet. I just need my suit."
"I highly recommend not putting on the suit while you are not sober."
"Jarvis, I can handle it! Just send out my suit."
"Yes, sir."
Within seconds, Tony's suit was scanning his body, and then put itself on him.
Tony immediately flew straight upwards, smashing through multiple floors and out through the roof. Realizing he was forgetting something very important, he dropped back down to where he was before he took off. He grabbed the bottle with the most alcohol left it, and shot himself back upwards, creating new holes in his floors and roof, not caring the slightest bit.
When he took off he intended on going somewhere fun and partying, but as he took off and began flying aimlessly around the city looking for somewhere fun, he realized that just flying around in the sky at super sonic speed was fun enough for him (even though he couldn't fly straight), especially since he could stop every so often to hover in place to take a drink from his bottle.
It was about an hour and some minutes later that his suit was getting rather low on power, so Tony turned off his thrusters, falling thousands of feet. He turned them on for a second every few seconds so he wouldn't hit the ground too hard.
When he landed, he was in the middle of a dump, standing on top of an old couch that was sticking sideways out of a pile of garbage. He flew himself upwards and hovered in the air, looking for the main road.
Suddenly, a loud noise which sounded like something breaking was heard. Tony turned around and saw a rather large wall of rock. He flew to the top of it, where a conveyor belt was moving excess garbage to the bottom of the cliff, which was about one hundred feet down. He flew across the dump, headed the opposite way the conveyor belt was moving garbage.
Soon enough, he found the main road. He fell back down to the ground, intending on walking via foot to save power, which is when he discovered that his bottle was almost empty and he couldn't walk. He ended up tripping over his own feet and falling into a ditch, where he elected to stay to rest for a while.
Eventually, Tony heard someone walking along the road, which woke him up from his nap. He didn't even remember falling asleep.
"Glad to see you awake, Sir. You are at twenty percent power," Jarvis announced. "I recommend saving your power for flight to get back home."
Tony made a mental note, but didn't respond. He felt dehydrated. Naturally, he popped up his faceplate and took a few sips of what he had in his hand - which happened to be his left over alcohol, the absolute perfect thing to drink to get hydrated - and closed his faceplate, again.
Tony sat up in an instant and watched the person's back as they walked away. He tried to get up, but he had somehow managed to injure his foot and he couldn't stand. "Hey!" he called out. He was still slightly slurring – he had slept long enough for the effects of all that alcohol to go down a lot.
The man jumped, startled, and turned around looking for who had just called out to him.
"I-I'm in the ditch. Can 'ya give me a hand?" Tony listened to Jarvis' advice, and kept his power for getting home.
The man slowly approached the ditch until he saw Tony sitting in his suit.
The man grinned. "What's the matter, Stark? Can't you even work your own suit to get you up? Fly you somewhere?"
"Hey, I'm asking 'ya nicely. I'm having some, uh, technical difficulties. Can you give me a hand, or what?" Tony extended his hand for the man to take and help him.
The man put his hands together, giving Tony a round of applause. "I'm sure you think that just because you are a genius, billionaire, have some special armour and keep the world safe that everyone loves you and anyone that sees you in need of help will help you. You are wrong," the man shook his head. "I disapprove of you, Stark. I must say, I rather enjoy the sight of you holding your hand out in need of help, without anyone else around to help you... and I refuse." The man grinned at the sight one more time before walking away again.
Having need to know why that man disapproved of Tony, he turned his thrusters on, which only sent him flying backwards, sinking into the ditch. Several feet away, he could hear the man laughing. Tony used the hill of the ditch for balance as he brought himself up standing on one foot, then he flew over to the man, and grabbed onto his shoulders for balance and to ensure he didn't get away.
"Did sliding into that ditch fix your technical difficulties?"
"Why?" Tony asked. "Why do you disapprove of me? What exactly have I have to earn such disapproval that you wouldn't help me out of a ditch?"
"Have you no idea who I am?"
Tony stared at the man. "Look, I meet a lot of people. I'm not good at remembering faces."
The man stared at him for a moment, before chuckling. "Same old, Stark. Have you been drinking again, or are you just stupid?"
"Drinking is completely irrelevant... or relevant. That doesn't matter. What is your problem with me?"
The man stayed silent.
"Alright. At least tell me this. Where am I?"
The man looked to his left, towards the dump. "You must be stupid. We're right outside of a junkyard."
"Well, I know that. What city are we in?"
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Not enough."
"Let me make this easy on you." The man leaned in towards where Tony's ear would be if he didn't have a helmet on, and whispered, "you will kneel."
"Hold on a second," Tony slurred, opening his faceplate again, somehow able to understand what was happening. "Why are you wearing Earth clothes?"
Loki frowned at Tony. "To stay low-key, of course. Hadn't I told you that I can't have Thor coming down to ruin my plans?"
Tony chuckled. "Loki, in low-key." Realizing he was being too silly, he quickly attempted to reclaimed any of his seriousness that he had left in his system, "when are you going to try to take over Earth, again? If I could know so I can keep my schedule emptied, you know, to kick your ass... that'd be great."
"You're all alone, and having 'technical difficulties?' I see no harm in telling you, but I won't."
"I won't be out of power next time we meet, I assure you."
"Out of power, you say? Thank you for that information. Next time we meet, though, will be your funeral, Stark. My plans are unfolding as we speak."
Tony froze. Late. He was late. Loki's plans were unfolding. How could he fight? He couldn't. Not without power. Tony shut his faceplate and spoke quietly, "Jarvis?"
"How are you feeling, sir?"
"Call Steve."
"Yes, sir."
Tony stared at the photo of Steve's face and the words 'calling...' as he impatiently waited for Steve to pick up his phone.
"What's the matter, Stark? Frozen with fear? Realization that you can't possibly win?" Loki taunted.
"What is it, Stark?" Steve asked as he answered the phone.
Tony let go of Loki and kneeled onto the ground, distancing himself slightly from Loki, hopefully putting him out of hearing range. "Loki is here."
"Have you been drinking or something? Loki is in Asgard, facing justice."
"He came back. He has this big plan all sorted out and he's going to try to take over the world, again. I am not kidding, Steve. I'm going to need your help, my suit's almost out of power, I can't take him alone."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know."
"How am I supposed to -"
"Go to my the basement in the tower, I'll have Jarvis unlock all of the doors. In one of my cars, there should be my convertible, there will be a suitcase. It contains a portable suit. Drive that car. I'll have Jarvis trace my location and give you directions. Drive fast. Don't hesitate, don't follow the speed limit, there isn't time. When you get here, bring the suitcase with you and find me. Bring me some alcohol for the aftermath." Though no one would have guessed it because of how well Tony was playing it off, having Loki back on Earth, needing to fight him again (with a currently powerless suit) and everything else that was going on in Tony's life was getting to him and he didn't know how else to deal with it than to turn to alcohol. He wouldn't get as drunk as he did earlier, though; he only intended on drinking enough to make him less stressed out and anxious.
"There's no time for following the law, but there's time for drinking instead of saving the world?"
"What are you doing, why are you arguing? There's no time to argue this. Just do it." Tony hung up. "Jarvis?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you catch that? I'm going to need you to unlock the doors for Steve, trace my location and give him directions and don't let him forget a bottle."
"Of course, sir."
"I am not afraid," Tony finally responded to Loki, standing back up and taking his position with his hands on Loki's shoulders. "Sorry about that. Technical difficulties," Tony shrugged, making an excuse for his kneeling down.
"Foolish mortal." Loki shook his head, then grabbed Tony's hands and took them off of his shoulders. He then headed towards the junkyard.
Tony tried to follow, but still couldn't walk on his foot, and stumbled over. He managed to catch himself, with one knee and both hands on the ground. "Hey, Loki. C'mere a minute."
"What now, Stark?"
"I'm not done with you. I just... Would you mind helping me walk with you?"
"Now, why would I do that?"
"Look, I'd follow you if I could. I can't hurt you because I'll lose power. Just, c'mon. Be a good guy for once. Do us both a favour. I can keep talking to you and you can, well, kill me if you want, I have no defense." Tony could not lose Loki, and he really couldn't keep after him by following him when he couldn't walk. He had no choice but to try to get Loki to help him, even if he was suggesting his own death.
"You mortals are pathetic," Loki sighed. "If you are that eager, I will gladly bring you closer to your death. You can be the first of many to die." He went back and picked Tony up to his feet, and allowed himself to be Tony's balance.
"Sounds good." Tony opened his faceplate so he could see and talk properly. "So, tell me... how am I going to die?" he asked as he hopped along on one foot with one arm around Loki to keep from falling.
"I am not going to tell you that."
"Why not? Come on, we're pals, we're buddies, right? We drank together, we bonded. Don't I at least deserve to know how I'm going to die? I thought those drinks meant something."
Loki rolled his eyes. "We did not even drink. You are a piece of work."
"I'm a masterpiece, right?"
"Not what I had in mind."
"So, my death. Let's talk about that."
"You said you were not done with me. Is pestering me about your death all you had in mind?"
"If that didn't work, I'd ask about the other people who will die."
Loki looked at Tony.
"Seriously, how did you get that outfit? Did you murder somebody?"
"No, I merely robbed him of his clothing."
"How is that staying low-key?"
"It was either that or killing him. Tell me, Stark, which is less of a crime?"
"Well... robbing, for sure. How do you know he won't go to the police?"
Loki grinned, "I threatened him."
"With?"
"Killing him."
"And he thinks you'll be able to track him down?"
"I am a God. You moronic mortals think I am capable of absurdly great things."
"Well, here, God is known as some immortal being living in the sky who can do anything."
"Sorry to ruin your hopes that you'll die as they do, but your fellow humans will die completely different from how you'll die."
"So I get special treatment, huh?"
"You seem to like flattering yourself. You need to stop doing that."
"Well, if I'm dying differently from everyone else, what do you call that?"
"Revenge."
"For what? Me having my arm around you? Come on, you know you don't mind it."
"You ruined my plans."
"Still upset about that?"
"You will not ruin these plans," Loki said, rather sure of himself.
"What if I do?"
"You won't."
"If -"
"There is no 'if,' Stark. There is no way where you come out on top."
"You know -"
"Is pestering me really your only purpose or might you possibly have another purpose?"
"I see. I must really be bothering you. I'll remember this when you feel like talking."
Loki dragged Tony along with him as he headed towards a fairly long, dark building. It looked abandoned. The door was only hanging on by one hinge, the walls were falling apart and the roof was caving in. As they arrived at the building, Loki kicked the already broken door in. "Welcome home."
"I'm sorry?"
"This is the last place you will ever be. This is where you will die and spend eternity."
"You're killing me, already?"
"No. First I will make you watch my plans unfold. Then I will make you helplessly watch hundreds of your fellow humans die, then you will die by my own hands, slowly, painfully."
"So, you're keeping me alive for a while, then?"
"You are my prisoner, now. Thank you for the glorious idea."
"Yeah... anytime. So, you get the pleasure of killing me, huh? Do you really think these people are going to respond well to accepting you as their ruler after killing me?"
Loki stopped walking and stared at Tony, realizing that he may be right. Killing the man who has kept so many safe, may not the most brilliant idea before attempting to be ruler. "Maybe you are a genius, Stark. We're well on our way to becoming ally's." Loki freed himself of Tony's grasp, slightly shoving him away, in the process.
Tony stumbled backwards onto his injured foot and fell backwards against a wall, which fell on top of him from the impact. "I can see we'll get along greatly," Tony mumbled as he laid beneath the crumbled wall.
"Now..." Loki said, entering the large, main room of the building, which had lost its roof. "You're in for a show."
Tony sat himself upright so he could observe what Loki was doing.
Loki used his magic to create a portal. Moments later, a gigantic frost-like blue being passed through.
As Tony saw the giant creature, he understood what Loki was doing. Choosing a junkyard where there were no people, an old building with no roof, staying low-key? He was probably using an immense amount of power, and those creatures were giants, and obviously dangerous. There was no doubt that Thor would come down before too much time passed. By then it would be too late. Loki would have brought in too many of these giants, it would be near impossible to stop him.
"Do you have it?" Loki asked the frost giant.
The frost giant nodded, and handed a blue object to Loki. Loki rejected the blue object, "I cannot hold it. Set it down until the Enchantress is available."
"Oh... shit..." Tony muttered, trying to slowly and quietly get out from underneath the collapsed wall. He snapped his faceplate back closed, "Jarvis?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Where's the Captain?"
"He is on his way."
"E.T.A?"
"Seven minutes."
"That won't do. What are the chances of being able to stop Loki and these - blue giants?"
"Not good, sir. Power is at sixteen percent."
"Son of a -"
"Where do you think you're going?" Loki asked as he noticed Tony trying to escape.
"Well, your friend looks a bit cold so I thought I'd get him a nice cup of hot coffee."
"You are not going anywhere. Freeze him," Loki ordered the frost giant.
The next thing Tony knew, his legs had been frozen together. He was about to yell at Loki for ordering that, but the ice was making Tony's foot feel a lot better. He sighed. "Thank you!"
Loki cocked his head to the side and stared at Tony for a second, wondering why he would be thankful, but he shook his head and turned his attention back to the portal as another frost giant entered. "Go," Loki told the newly arrived frost giant, "get to Stark Towers. Destroy it. If you see the Enchantress, stay away from her. Stay as far away from her as possible. I would rather see you laying in a pool of your own water than be near her. Whatever she is doing cannot be interrupted as of yet. Do you understand?"
The frost giant nodded, and began heading out to find Stark Towers. Tony tried moving, but couldn't. "Jarvis? Can I escape this?"
"I highly doubt it, sir. I wouldn't even attempt it. If you lose power, you are as good as dead. Keep your suit on as long as you can."
Tony groaned, but turned his attention back to Loki. "So, you've got your little friends, you have that box thing, and the Enchantress. What more do you need?"
"Lots!"
"Who is this Enchantress anyway?"
"Do not ask me that."
"Who do I ask then? The Enchantress? Is she enchanting? Want her all to yourself, huh?"
Loki looked over his shoulder at Tony. "No. You do not need the knowledge of who she is."
"Well, you don't need the knowledge of my wrath. Stop what you're doing."
"Or what? You're frozen and out of power. You are no threat to me."
Suddenly, another wall collapsing could be heard. And another. And another. Along with the rest of the ceiling and all other standing structures. "Incoming, sir," Jarvis warned, moments before Tony's car came crashing into the room that Tony and Loki were in.
The door opened, and Steve stepped out. "I hope you don't mind, Loki, but I brought you a present." He tossed what looked to be the arm of the frost giant at Loki's feet.
Loki turned and angrily faced Tony, who simply shrugged, and put his faceplate back up. "Cap. What took so long?"
"Had to find your alcohol." Steve shook his head and tossed Tony the bottle, who easily caught it.
"Finally.. A good use," Tony muttered quietly enough for Steve not to hear.
Steve grabbed his shield from Tony's car and stood defensively in front of Loki. "Tony, your case is in the back seat."
"Little tied up, Cap'," Tony rolled his eyes and opened his bottle, taking a mouthful.
Noticing that Tony had been partially frozen, Steve couldn't help but take this as an opportunity. "How's it feel to be an Ironsicle?"
"How long have you been waiting to get back for that?"
"Well, isn't this just sweet? Shall I leave you two alone to take shots at each other instead of I?" Loki suggested as he began retreating.
"You're not going anywhere, Loki."
"A soldier out of time, once again, ruining my plans. This man of iron - happy with his bottle, taking shots, and what have I? Yes, my shattered ally, thank you. I think it's time the tables turn. I get the glory now. Freeze him," Loki demanded of the frost giant, whom obeyed, shooting a bunch of ice towards Steve.
Steve quickly put his shield up, unintentionally reflecting the blast of ice towards Tony. Loki and Steve immediately turned their attention to Tony, whom had been frozen with his bottle upon his lips. Loki and Steve then looked at each other, shrugging off Tony's frozen position, as it was nothing new. Steve immediately used his shield to knock the head off of the frost giant. Loki growled in response, and used his magic to summon his scepter, which he immediately began trying to blast or hit Steve with.
When Steve had a chance, he threw his shield at Tony, breaking the ice around his legs as well as shattering the end of the bottle. Tony snapped his faceplate shut, breaking apart the rest of the ice and bottle from his face. He used his thrusters to fly through the windshield of his car, and out the back window, without grabbing his case. The alcohol was getting to him. He slowly flew back in through the back window, but hit his head off of the back of the front seat, and managed to do a flip of sorts, landing with his feet through the windshield with his head resting on the front seat, and the top of the car broken off.
"Sir, your suit is at seven percent power," Jarvis informed Tony. "If possible, I highly recommend saving your power, and walking when you can."
Tony tried to reply, but with his groaning and slurring together, he wasn't overly understandable.
"Stark! Get up and grab your suit!" Steve yelled from the corner where he was retrieving his shield.
Loki was right on his tail, and grabbed Steve by his throat the second he turned around. "Soldier, tell me. What is it like? You are without doubt the most honourable on the team, yet you make a bigger mistake than any other would. Coming here alone, giving your only teammate enough alcohol to turn him useless... Grave mistake, soldier. You've brought the both of you to your deaths."
"We will die, but not here, not by your hands, and not today. Stark!" Steve looked over to Tony for help, but Tony had passed out.
Loki laughed, and shot a blast from his scepter towards Tony's car, sending it and Tony flying.
Steve took Loki's being distracted with Tony to be an opportunity, and punched him in the face with everything he had. Loki immediately fell onto the ground from the impact, giving Steve time to run after Tony, whom had been thrown onto an active conveyor belt. "I should be letting you die for this," Steve muttered to himself as he ran beside the conveyor belt, chasing after Tony.
"Sir, the suit is dying. I insist that you wake up. Finding safety is highly recommended," Jarvis announced, just before opened the suit, releasing Tony. Fortunately, Jarvis was able to wake Tony up, however Tony was in no physical condition to get up and run off to safety, nor did he feel like moving. To make matters worse for Tony, his rescue was put on hold as Loki had another frost giant enter through the portal, freezing Steve. Continuing out his master plan, he used his magic to save Tony, just in time, as his suit fell off the edge.
"Woah, woah, woah," Tony flailed as he came to his senses, unappreciative of being transported via magic. "What is happening here?"
"I am saving your life, is all. There is no need -"
A loud booming was suddenly heard throughout the sky as lightning appearing above them, interrupting and completely ruining all of Loki's plans. "Amoura," Loki growled in the most hateful, evil tone Tony had ever heard. The countdown begun. Loki had no more than a minute. Hurrying, he tried to use his scepter on Tony again. "Now then, Stark. Show enough heart to give I, your lover, a hand. Unfreeze him and get rid of him," Loki immediately demanded of Tony, pointing to the frozen soldier.
"How?"
Loki picked up Steve's shield and tossed it to Tony, "lie - lie like your life depends on it, because it does. He's a soldier, give him reason to believe he is doing right. You have less than a minute before I before I kill you."
"Can he hear when he's frozen?"
Loki shook his head.
Tony nodded in response as he grabbed Steve's shield. He throw it at Steve, shattering the ice around him. "Loki surrendered," Tony lied. "He says he will only go into custody if," he took a quick second to think of a reason, "he's not outnumbered - in other words he doesn't want you being the one to bring him in. It's nothing personal, he just hates you."
"How do we know he's not trying to get you alone so it's easier for him to win?"
"I just do. Trust me on this, Steve."
"Why would he surrender? He's the -"
"Yeah, I know what he is, and I don't know exactly why he's surrendering but he did and we have to give it a shot don't we? So maybe I die, and maybe I die an idiot, or maybe we finally catch this guy. I don't want to throw this away, and the offer is timed. Please, just trust me on this."
Steve looked over Tony's shoulder at Loki, and sighed. "Alright, Stark. If you think you know what you're doing. May it be on your hands. I want no part of it."
Tony only replied by giving Steve a confident look as he walked off.
"That took too long," Loki growled when Steve was leaving. "Thor is coming. Make sure he believes that I am here for good, doing good - after all, now that you are under my spell, I might just be. Thor will not believe my word, but he will not deny the word of a fellow teammate and friend."
"Yeah, no problem, anything for you, dear."
"He's here," Loki warned, sighing.
No more than a second later, Thor and his hammer slammed into the Earth in front of Tony and Loki. "Loki!" Thor nearly yelled, quite obviously pissed off.
"Brother," Loki greeted bitterfully, before looking at Tony, waiting for him to play out his role...
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Well, as promised... this is (hopefully) more exciting, and longer! c:
I just don't wanna put too much in one chapter. This is already 5, 300+ words and has a fair bit going on. The next chapter should (hopefully) be up sometime within the next week, though. Just gotta get some time and ideas.
In the mean time... Review? [: x