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[bacondivination]

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson (all of 616 fame)
Date: 11/4
Location: Metal Sector, Earth Sector, ???
Situation: It's that awkward moment everybody experiences at least once: a mischief god provokes a superhero in crisis which provokes a thunder god which goes surprisingly well for everyone involved. Except that it doesn't.
Warnings/Rating: Violence, alcoholism

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[definingfuture]

[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.]

[bacondivination]

[ 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. ]

[definingfuture]

[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.]