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[ It was always the right kind of life choice to check in on Iron Man and pester him, Loki found. Sure, it's ended in a tussle before, but it'd been a very productive one. This evening, he's not even thinking he'll let it escalate beyond casual banter and maybe a few interesting threats. If he somehow was forced to admit it, he had some fun with their conversations.

He's dressed without cowl or circlet, but otherwise in his usual Asgardian garb, and looks every inch the proper trouble maker. This is especially true when sitting in one of Tony's windows, almost but not quite crossing one of their imaginary lines. He didn't invite himself in, but it was pretty close.

The glass has also disappeared courtesy of the young mischief god, making it so much easier for him. This is a particularly immature case of 'I'm not touching you.' ]

Oh, Iron Man...!

[ It'd be nice to get back into the groove of things. ]

[The last thing Tony wants to hear is Loki's voice. He doesn't want to hear anything at all, but the all too cheerful greeting mocking him just reminds Tony of what a joke his existence is. It was bad enough that the few people that did get along with him were decreasing so fast, even worse that the last encounter he'd had with others he knew had gone badly, but on top of that he wasn't even sure what his life meant in Keeliai at the moment. And Loki was getting on fine. Thriving really, and making friends with the man that was probably a better Tony Stark than he could be.

That wasn't the reminder he needed right now. Not when he was angry and alone and already half-burying himself in self-pity and topping off the other half with cheap liquor he'd promised himself never to touch again. But he wasn't himself anyway, so why did it matter?]

Get the hell out of my window.

[That was still his. They couldn't take away that. If he were in his right mind, he wouldn't be so attached to something as stupid as a window, but he's not in his right mind. And having Loki perch in the space as if he owns it just salts the already painful wounds.]

No. You don't get to come in here whenever you feel like it! Once was enough!

Nope. As you can see, I'm not inside.

[ No one here was in their right mind. Not really.

Loki knew where all the lines were, logically speaking. He knew a lot of things that he'd figured out before his unknown foes thought to reach into his soul and tear free the heaviest of the burdens he'd been weighed down with. That lightness is how he can still be genuinely smiling when he recognizes that the something he'd seen before was still somehow wrong.

His other-self would have protested, but he is muted and tucked away in some dark corner of the little god's mind.

Better judgement failed him without that input. Had he been able to feel guilt for it, recognizing that there was still a problem may have led to him backing off, but it's far too late now. His eyes are sharp, predatory, and he fully expects them to play their game. They would banter, Loki would see if he could outmaneuver Iron Man and come away with some new little victory, and life would go on. ]

If you want to get into metaphysical technicalities, I don't think I was the last time, either. It's tricky.

[He hates him. Or he doesn't, but it's really hard to convince himself of that at the moment. Loki is taunting him, making his life even more miserable just because he can. Because he's a spiteful, arrogant brat who puts himself above humanity and chose Tony to be his entertainment for no good reason.

There's always a reason.

That thought gets shoved aside, because Tony doesn't want to know the reason Loki might have to harass him. The potential for horrible answers is all too great. He'd rather just be angry about it and not think about why. The only small compensation Tony feels is that he can still face him with some composure. At least, what he thinks is composure. Better than nothing.]

Yeah? Well why don't you sort that out somewhere else? And put the window back on your way out.

[That almost sounds calm. There's a faint tremor in his voice, but nothing too noticeable. He glares at Loki and moves closer to him as if he might be able to chase the god away like a random bird.]

Come on, you can be more convincing than that.

[ He's used to this part already. For all that Loki was a tiny godling, someone else being bigger than him and closing in on him did absolutely nothing to intimidate him. (Thor could, but his brother was always the exception.) It helped, of course, that Tony tended to be relatively toothless. ]

Oh, I know what you could do. Maybe try saying the magic word?

[ He leans subtly forward, smirking. There they were, right back at what they ought to be doing with themselves. ]

[Loki isn't going anywhere, and he knows it's because he's a god. Because Tony can't make him do anything. He's at the mercy of a teenage tyrant. Of all the things to face, he's stuck dealing with a murderous, magic-toting immortal.

Well, he is immortal. Tony doesn't say anything. He looks up, measures the distance between where he's standing and where Loki is sitting in his window, and makes his move. Releasing the armor takes only s fraction of a second. Not even a blink. And then he's on Loki, flying at him and throw the window hole at full speed, dragging the mini-god with him.]

You want me to say something? Get out of my face.

[He's still flying. Tony doesn't even know where he's going, really, but he's gong there fast and taking Loki along for the ride.]

[ He hadn't been feeling murderous until that exact moment, though it's the low level, indignant sort of murderous that comes to him fairly naturally. It's the kind he feels but doesn't act on when a local gets his order wrong while he's out dining. It stuns him something fierce to take a blow at the hero's full speed, and later he will immensely regret Iron Man figuring out that trick to rendering him useless.

After all, Loki can't cast when he doesn't have the breath to speak.

He doesn't ragdoll like he usually would. Iron Man wants to be impolite? Then, Hel, they just didn't have to be civil at all tonight. Of course, there's little to do until he's dropped or thrown save glowing menacingly green--magic at the ready, but unchannelled without spoken word--and struggling to remind him how distinctly uncool this was. It's about as effective and menacing as a cat fluffing up.

He's really, truly not a fighter in this form. ]

[It's not fair. It's just not fair. His life was apparently liquidated back home, with his technology crippled and his company bankrupt. Now in Keeliai when he finally tries to just get by and make it work, Tony keeps losing the few good things that he has. And even Loki of all people has family that cares about him in that stupid place. He's making it and changing who he is, and it's not fair.

Tony knows that's ridiculous, but at the same time he's too angry to care. None of them had to get up and find out that everything they had built had suddenly crumbled overnight, and being taunted by Loki of all people was just the salt in the wound. So he's spiteful. He's very spiteful, and he doesn't look back.]

You're being pretty quiet. Don't want to chat anymore now? That's okay, I'll talk.

[He flies them out away from the buildings. He doesn't want to involve any civilians, after all. When they get to a clear spot, Tony throws Loki downward toward the ground. He knows that the god can probably magic himself right out of the situation, but he still throws him hard to get the point across.]

You leave my stuff alone. My windows; my Sector; my life. Those are all off-limits, so keep your hands off of them.

[He almost sounds calm when he says that. There's an edge to it, but he doesn't raise his voice. Instead, Tony tenses up and follows the toss with a shot from his repulsor beam, aiming toward Loki. It's not a well-aimed move, but he brings it close. Loki wants to tease him? Fine. He'll tease back. With firepower.]

[ Things one didn't often expect late in the evening: a soaking wet teenager landing on Thor's living room couch from what seemed to be out of nowhere and gracelessly slipping off of it to hit the floor with a sodden thump. Laying there prone, he lifts his head and opens one blurry green eye to confirm he'd managed to get where he needed to be before dropping his it back down to the floor.

It's half injury and half the fact that he made himself feel faint when he used his magic too often that has his head spinning. It's about then that he decides he is just going to lay there a moment. ]

Ow...

[ And whine. He could definitely do some whining. Much else wasn't exactly going to be on the list of important projects. The last thing he ever wanted to do was go running to Thor with his tail between his legs, but it generally took some real effort to leave even a tiny god thoroughly beaten. He's not interested in more of it. ]

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[Thor's fixing a tear in his tunic when the surge of Loki's magic and thump on the floor below alert him to his brother's arrival. He keeps on with his work, but when no brother arrives through the door and no sounds requesting his presence are heard, his curiosity gets the better of him.]

Loki? What game are you playing now?

[Sadly, it's very clearly not a game, if the unmoving form on his living room floor is any indication. For a split second Thor thinks he is dead.

Thankfully for the inhabitants of the turtle who are currently vulnerable to lightning there's an ow from the unmoving form proving him wrong.]

Brother- [EMTs would weep to see someone in such need of medical attention cradled in Thor's arms without any proper back support. How lucky for Loki that Gods are sturdier than men.] Can you speak? What happened!?

[ Thor really could have just left him on the floor until said floor stopped moving because it definitely felt like it was doing that. That would have been great as far as the godling is concerned, but no. Naturally, fraternal concern meant scooping him up and that was just a horrible idea. He half thinks he might just go ahead and pass out. It sounds good in theory, but he's a sturdy little thing even after all that.

He stays deadweight in the hold because being difficult would get him absolutely nothing, but he scrunches up his face at all the movement. ]

Windows are serious.

[ The words come out more as a groan than anything. Did it make sense? No? Well, it did in his head right up until he actually heard himself speak. He's a little too thoroughly thrashed to put together a plan right away to spin this, but the muttering meant little given that he's the only one that knows the context. ]

[Healing spells have never been Thor's shtick. There have always been other people more capable for anything serious, and he healed quickly enough that he could endure anything minor.

His healing spell is clumsily spoken, his own tongue tripping silently over unfamiliar syllables. It is basic enough and would not do much even were it spoken by a proper healer, but for now it is the best he can manage.

Loki is speaking though, and if the tongue is well the body cannot be too mortally wounded. He hopes.]

Windows? Come, Loki, you are making no sense. Do you know where you are?

[ Loki's tongue is damn near the only thing that doesn't hurt. The healing spell isn't much of use, but every little clumsy bit helps to clear his head at the very least. It's almost funny to him, he could have offered a dozen better substitutes had he not been the one in need of them. Later, he'll have to venture using them and play his least favorite game of 'what can I cast without swooning.' It is a really stupid game. ]

With you? [ That softly murmured response isn't meant to come out as a question. But, really, where would he think he was? He ventures opening his eyes as he curls up somewhat in his brother's hold on him, though his gaze is heavy-lidded and clearly unfocused. He's not so horribly wounded as Thor clearly feared, but he'd burned himself out for the time being with his last spells before he'd arrived here, and it only exaggerated the severity of his injuries. ] Sorry for dropping by.

[ He definitely couldn't be dying if he'd say something that dumb, but he was still downed in a bad way. ]

Nay, there is no apology required. [Thor's voice is quiet, his rage and momentary fear put aside as he tries to asses just how injured his brother is.

It is all too easy to forget how small this form of Loki's is.

All of Loki's time is spent in action and larger-than-life movement. Even after his latest growing phase Thor is able to wrap his arms around him easily. And while he has the constitution of a Frost Giant, it is nevertheless that of a child.]

Tell me, do you need a healer? [It's rather a redundant question, but Thor means are you about to die, or will lying still be allright?]

[ That's a stupid question, and Loki halfway manages a glare on reflex that ends up looking more like a flinch. He may have been a frost giant, but there were plenty of reasons he's been called half on plenty of occasions. Usually, he was quite comfortable being petite (being so relatively slight and barely 200 pounds, if that) by those standards, but even he had his days where he wished he was a bit more solid.

This is a good day for that.

Still, after a moment of his assorted jumbled thoughts, it does dawn on him what Thor's asking. ]

M'okay, Thor.

[ Really, he didn't relish pain or anything, but it'd be better to keep others out of this. For his pride, if nothing else, but also because there was a distinct lack of those that would offer their aid. It was hardly worth looking into unless he were knocking on death's gates.

And though it doesn't very well follow the last thing said, the next important thing to attend to is a quiet mumble of: ] 'Twasn't my fault.

Very well. [Loki can't stay on his floor forever, but Thor isn't about to move him until he's had a sign that Loki's move than just a ragdoll in his arms.

He almost doesn't catch the mumble, and momentarily he can only stare at Loki as he untangles the implications. This was no accident. Someone had done this to his brother.

It takes incredible effort to remain still for Loki's sake.]

Who did this?

[ He wants to figure out how to say this in a way that works best for him, but it's really not working for him. When he thinks about it, it's hard to imagine how to put it in a way that's both remotely believable and mostly not his fault.

Because, really, he'd stolen a window, sassed Iron Man, and got his ass kicked harder than he had in a long while.

It was disproportionate enough that he could still hardly believe it himself! It sounded like a bad lie, and he was fundamentally opposed to telling bad lies that wouldn't serve him. ]

Iron Man. [ Adrenaline has him shifting then because there's always that part of him that wants to flinch away from what he still expects to be his brother's ire. (If he were a little more clearheaded, he might have had a more realistic expectation.) He can move, for all that he'd really rather not, and he brings a hand up to his face. ] I'd not provoked it. [ A beat. ] Not entirely.

[He frowns in concern as Loki shifts in his arms, listening out for signs of pain.]

Stark? [That is not the answer Thor was expecting. Yes- Iron Man was far from perfect, but he was a good warrior and Thor believed that in most cases he could tell right from wrong.

'Not entirely' Loki says, as though that would somehow excuse the state he is in.] Which one?

Of our world. [ His breath hitches painfully when he moves, but it's a sharper ache helps with the fuzziness he felt. It took real force to lay him out like this, yes, but this is actually quite galling now that he has a second to think about it. That it seems his brother didn't decide immediately to demand what he'd done to him emboldens the little god.

He sits himself up some, lifting his head again to look at him from between spread fingers. In bad shape or not, his pride dictates that he hardly needs supported like a child.

Though, well, he could probably use it. Honestly, he'd have preferred laying flat out on the floor for a good hour or so. Not moving sounded like a great idea but, no, his brother couldn't have possibly just left him be. ]

[It's lucky for all involved that Thor does currently have Loki in his arms, otherwise he'd have called Mjolnir to him and been away to find the Stark of his world without hesitation. This is truly inexcusable.

As it is, Loki is a very present deterrent to his growing anger.]

You must rest. [His tone brooks no arguments, and if Loki is aware enough, he will hear the beginnings of a storm stirring outside. Thor begins to stand, intending to carry Loki to the spare bed.]

[ A sound of protest rises up in the boy's throat, but it's hardly because he's thinking of arguing. He doesn't do what he knows to be impossible when he can help it, after all. He surrenders to Thor's hold on him entirely once more.

Feeling helpless, particularly in front of Thor, wasn't something he should be able to abide. It was strange to experience being cared for even if it wasn't really him that the thunder god thought he was aiding. That understanding makes him feel hollow, and he wants to attribute it to bone-deep exhaustion and the ache of his injuries.

That's not really why, and he knows it. ]

I-- yes, brother.

[Much, much later Thor will marvel at this, and spend long in contemplation of when Loki last surrendered such control over himself.

But now he is caught up in the moment, with care and with a suppressed anger which cannot long be held in check. As carefully as he can Thor makes his way up the stairs, choosing at the last moment to forgo the spare bed for his own larger one (ignoring any protests which may come his way).

He has no experience as a nursemaid, and many would tut at the somewhat clumsy way he lays his brother on the bed, but Thor is as gentle as he can manage.]

How is that?

[ It wasn't something he was about to make a habit of, that much was for certain. He guards his sense of autonomy to an extreme, and it is hard for a creature not designed to submit to seem to do so when it wasn't a great part of some deceit.

Loki finds himself wondering how he would have responded if he hadn't been tampered with. Would he have fought pointlessly? Would he have played up his injuries? Shouldn't he have known these things? He's not sure, and it is hard to attribute it just to his current circumstances. He huffs softly as he's laid out on the bed, moving to roll on his side. It's an almost defensive posture to take, curling up away from his brother. ]

Just fabulous.

[ The answer is forced, and he closes his eyes. He's trying not to think on the significance of all of this and failing despite how worn down he is. ]

[It's raining, it's pouring... and the God of Thunder is on the warpath.

With Loki is safe and asleep in his apartment there is nothing distracting him from going out to hunt down the one who'd so carelessly assaulted his brother. Thor is not quite so angry as he had been half an hour ago, but if the intermittent lightning is any indication, he's not exactly pleased about this situation either.

The culprit is found in the Metal district, reeking of alcohol and passed out in a ditch. Not wasting any time Thor kicks the still form, showing considerably less care for this one than that of his brother.]

Prepare thyself, Stark. I would have words with thee.

[He's angry enough that, if his hands get anywhere near Tony, there will be no time for words.]

[When he first comes to, Tony has no idea what is going on. He hears Thor's voice, but can't make out the words through the throbbing in his head and the heavy ache in his body. But he can tell one thing: Thor isn't happy.

He's in trouble.

Tony doesn't roll so much as ricochet from being kicked. He uses the momentum, though and staggers upright, looking around for his helmet (and just thankful he still had his armor on for that first blow).]

Thor. Thor, just wait- I-

[Tony may be staggered, but he's not so unaware that he doesn't have self-preservation instincts. He tries to fly back and keep away from the angry god's reach, going on a defensive plan as best as he can improvise. If he doesn't, he's not going to get another chance.]

[The moment Tony is able to keep himself upright Thor smiles grimly to himself. Even he with all his current rage could not beat a man who was not able to fight back.

He follows as Tony moves away, his steps firm and full of dreadful promise.]

You will be silent. [If the shout weren't enough to drown Tony out, the sky is split by a crack of thunder that throws the world into shades of black and white.]

There is no reason you can give that will excuse your actions. [And here- have a Mjolnir hurled at your chest.]

[It's almost funny. Tony's going to die. He's in some not-here-nor-there dimension and with the half-present memories of some guy he isn't really and he's going to be crushed by the clone of the guy's old teammate. That's some cosmic levels of irony.

He'd laugh, except that he doesn't want to die. Great time to figure that one out.]

N-no. Wait, just tell me what hap-

[He sees the hammer coming and tries to block it. He has both hands firing repulsor beams to slow the momentum, but it still hits him hard enough to knock the air out of him in one harsh, painful gasp. The armor doesn't stop Tony's chest from feeling like it's going to explode and it's several long, agonizing seconds before he can even draw a breath. A few more seconds pass before he notices the tickle on the back of his head and recognizes it as blood. He must have hit something when he flew back. A rock or some debris in the street. It doesn't matter. Everything hurts and it'll hurt a lot more soon. He staggers as he tries to get back on his feet. To get some kind of defense going. He fires off another blast with one hand, aiming as well as he can.]

[Thor continues after him, relentless and grim.]

Loki may be a god, but he is a chil-

[The blast interrupts him, forcing him back half a step as he deflects it into the sky behind him.

With a cry he calls lightning from the sky, smashing mjolnir into the ground and sending a wave of debris and electricity towards Tony. It isn't nice to interrupt Gods when they're talking, you know.]

[Tony takes advantage of the minor pause to retreat. He's still winded and in pain--the feeling tells him something is really wrong beneath the damaged metal--but he's bracing himself for the fight. He flinches at the cry and raises both arms crossed in front of him to take the assault of debris and lightning. His power converters are straining against the intensity of the blast, but he's felt it before. He can use it.]

Damn it, Thor. Just stop!

[He sends the attack back through the R.T. nodes on both hands, trying to force Thor away from him. Tony's not completely helpless, but he's still in a desperate situation and firing back at this point is his only option with the god. It's probably sad that he knows so well what the receiving end of an immortal's wrath feels like, but that's just how his life goes.]

Stop! You need to calm down!

[Once again Thor raises Mjolnir to deflect the attack being thrown back at him. This one send him stumbling back a few steps. Tony's call for him to calm down only enrages him further.]

In my youth I slaughtered Frost Giants in droves. I know the force required to injure them.

[He swings Mjolnir again as though about to throw her, but this time launches himself at Tony, to quickly close the distance between them and intending to knock the Avenger to the ground.]

[This is not going well. Tony might be able to hold off Thor's wrath for awhile--he's actually got some skill when he has the suit--but if it comes down to a battle for survival, the Bleeding Edge still isn't a godkiller.

And neither is Tony. He tries to dodge the next attack, and at first seems to manage to get clear of the blow, but Thor is holding the hammer this time and can aim it as it flies, and the weapon hits home with a heavy impact, making the metal of his armor shake and sending Tony jerking to the side as he's struck.

He hits the ground, chest on fire as he tries to draw air back into his lungs. Sprawled out on the pavement, all he can do is raise an arm to try to keep the next swing from coming.]

Wh- wait, damn it! I don't want to fight you!

[The next swing doesn't come, Thor choosing instead to scowl down at Tony and the suit.]

This is not a fight.

[The audacity of this human to ask for a respite where none was given.

He grabs the arm held defensively over Tony and begins to swing Mjolnir again, faster and faster until all that can be seen is a blur on a strap of leather.]

I am merely repaying your actions towards my brother.

[Mjolnir is flung upward into the sky, pulling Thor with it as well as Tony, if Thor' grip can hold his arm.]

[Oh, he was mad. That answer makes Tony's stomach lurch, and that's before Thor grabs him and hoists him up by the arm. The metal groans and Tony winces within it. He might take his arm off if he's really that mad.

No, this is definitely not a fight. But if Tony doesn't fight back, then he's probably going to end up in multiple pieces. He knows how Thor gets about Loki, and he isn't going to just convince him it was an accident. Desperation kicks in and Tony fires both jets, trying to pull away and free himself. He manages to aim his free arm at Thor, but one-handed he has to concentrate to get a decent blast. Still, he does manage to do it.]

Sorry, but I'm not ready to go yet.

[He really is sorry. Not that it helps. Tony unleashes as much power as he can, trying to break free and get away from the impending pain.]

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Metal Sector (Loki & Tony)

cw for alcoholism also in here

whoops, added it to the main warnings

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Back to the Metal Sector (In which Thor and Tony have a Conversation)

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