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Tom Hiddleston as Loki Laufeyson LOKI 1x04 "The Nexus Event"

Scott glances up too as Loki does, and when the coast is clear, he proceeds to walk. “And thank you again for that. I really owe you. But you’ve got me awfully curious now. Why’d you save me?”

"There is more than one reason," Loki admits, "the chief among them being that I believe most realities fare better when they have a Scott Lang alive and uninjured. I'm... a little different from when I was last on Earth. I know things. Such as that you have met a time traveller who caused a great deal of trouble."

Spa time / Frostiron

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In the back of his mind Tony was grinning victoriously. Loki had told him to keep him updated on his progress, but the god never specified anything else. It was a small thing, but the engineer wanted to put it to good use. He would never stop fighting against the mind control and for a moment he couldn't help but wonder if Lokis control was slipping slightly, or if his arc reactor had somehow been the reason that he's a little more free than the others he had seen.

A nod is given at the next order. "Jarvis? Order the complete menu from my favorite place. Pay them five times as much if they make it hear in under an hour. Otherwise only thrice as much from the original price." In the end money didn't matter to him in the slightest, and like this he made sure that people liked it to deliver to Stark Tower. And given the current state of the city...well paying more was the least he could do, given they delivered under these circumstances.

The billionaire rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the exhaustion creeping up on him. "If you don't need me anymore, then I would go and take a quick shower myself, before joining you again once the food arrives."

How tempting it was to be spiteful and tell Stark he could not shower yet. That was too much for his taste, however. He did not want slaves, regardless of what the sceptre did. He wanted subjects. Grateful, helpful subjects for whom he could eventually do better, for whom he could be a good king and show all those fools on Asgard why he was better than Thor for the job. 

Besides, not letting Tony bathe was no good for either of their noses, especially his own.

"Go. Shower. I will see you after."

He resisted the urge to throw his wine glass across the room. He should be happy. He had what he wanted, was on the track to it. Wasn't he? He would make it all real eventually. They would see. As he quitted the bath, Loki reflected on what Tony had said about paying more. Currency was such a strange thing. The fact that all humans needed to have it. It was freedom and a prison all in one. Asgard worked in favours, commodities, needs, and honour. It was small enough to do so. It wasn't perfect but Loki still viewed it as superior. He recognised currency was a way of measuring these very things, but Earth was so complex that these values became exploitable. Money was a weakness. One he wanted expunged, however long it took. 

Clad in an emerald and black robe, he removed himself to the common room to wait for food and his Iron Man advisor. He refilled his glass, whether he wanted to drink more or not. Then, idly, he poured a glass of what he had seen Stark drink in the moments before he had claimed him.

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When the voice didn’t speak, there was the allusion of being lost in the depths of a fathomless ocean. Of pressure from sinking too deeply, but the grace of death not coming. The voice spoke again but it doesn’t alleviate the sensation, if anything, it adds to it. The greatness of whatever it was, is an undercurrent threatening to drag Loki deeper.

“Usurper…”

Despite its menacing grandeur, the word itself is not spoken as if it is an insult, or anything to be ashamed of. There is an alien indifference, as if Loki’s struggles meant nothing to it.

The Boot it seemed, was speaking to the Ant.

Vers couldn't hear the voice, instead she struggled with the surge of memories that were not her own. Each image played overtop the other at dizzying, stomach churning speeds. She felt as if she were standing on an edge, and made the disastrous decision to peer down. She fought with all her strength to see the real world, to touch the floor and feel the cold metal. It was all she could do to keep grounded.

“… destroyed the Loom…” the presence’s tone resonated within Loki’s skull.

Vers pulled herself over to a console, hesitating when she saw her weapon’s specialist in a similar state as she. Only he’s frothing at the mouth, eyes having rolled back in his skull. It was a grim fate, and one Vers was fighting against.

She heaved herself up onto her knees, hand sliding across painfully slow, nearing the flashing red blip.

“… opened… prison…”

Puny god as he was in this form, Loki pressed himself to believe that he was formidable enough in will. He hoped he would not need to find out if he had the magical and mental power to take this thing over. Now it revealed more of itself, a consequence of his freeing time, the multiverse. Doubtless there would be many more dangers.

"You're welcome," he spoke aloud, knowing it would be heard over the connection, too. 

Despite the distraction of the force of this being's mind, Vers was not difficult to notice in her movements. Whatever it was she was playing at, Loki did not believe it would help her. He snatched at her with telekinetic force, attempting to yank her back from any unfortunate buttons.

"Forgive these Kree," he hissed at the being. "Your emergence affects them and they fear you. They do not know better. We must reach an understanding."

Sometimes our emotions get the better of us.

The situation was already extremely terrible and just about the worst luck either of them could have ever had. A possibly hostile alien world that neither of them were familiar with, and with having to survive on their own Stark had to admit the situation looked pretty dire.

As soon as Tony can hear the clinking on metal from the power dampening cuffs being brought out towards him to release the god of mischief does he realize just how deep in shit they are. Against all odds he has to actually consider taking them off of one of the most dangerous individuals he'd ever met. It's a bad idea by all means and he didn't need to be a genius to know all the ways it could have gone wrong.

There's a deep resigned sigh he's sure the Asgardian could hear regardless of how quiet he was and the Avenger begrudgingly goes to undo them. Either they worked together and lived, Loki betrayed him and he was then hunted down by the Avengers for the rest of his life.... Or Loki actually worked with him and they made it back alive.

It was a long shot but dammit, Tony wanted to live in hope for a change and this seemed like as good of a time as any.

"If you try to kill me and you get caught for that I want you to know that they're sending you right back to Asgard, got it?"

With the removal of the cuffs, Loki felt a heady rush at the full access to his power. The desire to misbehave, to flee or attack, was overwhelming for a brief instant before common sense settled. This freedom vastly improved his mood, giving him something to focus on rather than wallow in his misfortunes.

"If I get caught," Loki echoed back with a grin. "Fear not, Stark. It would be really boring having no one to talk to, so your safety from me is assured. For now. Over there looks a good spot to make camp, don't you think?"

He indicated a rocky outcrop ahead that would provide shelter from whatever weather this place chose to throw at them.

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