Tell Me Pretty Lies

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Loki thought for a few seconds. How could he tell the truth without telling Tony the full truth? Well, it's not like anyone would believe the god of lies, so he didn't have to worry about it. No matter what he said, it would be considered a lie. He could use that to his advantage. After all, something good had to come out of it. He hated the fact that no one believed him, but sometimes it worked in his favour.

"I went to Midgard to retrieve the Tesseract, yes," Loki confirmed quietly. "I was given the sceptre to aid me in my quest. My main goal was to retrieve the Tesseract and return both that and the sceptre, and then I would be left to rule Midgard."

Tony thought over the words for a bit. He didn't know if he could trust Loki, but he had to give the god the benefit of the doubt. He couldn't take any chances. He had to know exactly what was going on, and he had to risk trusting the god. He didn't want to, but he had to.

"Return them to who?" Tony asked, noticing that Loki left that part out. "To Proxima and Corvus?"

"To... to the Titan. He's the one after the stones. Proxima and Corvus are simply aiding him," Loki explained. "As are Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian and... The Other. The Other was the one assisting me during the battle. They're all-powerful. All to be feared. They make themselves known, so you needn't fear to find them. They'll make themselves found. The Mad Titan is unmissable, you'll know him when you see him. They shouldn't bother Midgard for a while. As of now, I believe there's only one stone on Midgard and it's hidden. You should have some time before they return to Midgard. I believe they may be unprepared, as they underestimated your force. They won't make that mistake again. Though once an opportunity arises, and Midgard has a moment of weakness, they will not hesitate. They're dangerous assassins. You'll need your best to beat them, though that may not be enough."

Tony thought over all the information. They wouldn't be outnumbered, but they could be overpowered. He had to make something, a defence system, in case something happened. He hated to admit it, but for that to work, he'd need to work with Loki. He had a good knowledge of what to expect, he had to work with him to make it work. He watched the god, watching how emotionless and empty he seemed. This wasn't something he wanted to talk about, and it showed.

"I think we'll be enough," Tony replied cockily. "We beat you easily enough."

"I was beaten because I wanted to be," Loki replied, oddly calm. "They don't want to be beaten."

Tony watched the god, not expecting that reply. He wanted to question why Loki wanted to lose, but with all the information he had, between the two assassins calling him a traitor and a coward, the fact that Loki was willingly sharing this information, the fact that Loki seemed scared to even talk about it and he got defensive at the slightest push, he knew exactly why. He watched the god, then he realised something. He would never forget Loki's eyes. They haunted him. He didn't recognise his eyes as Ikol, but he put that down as that form being a disguise, but even as he was, his eyes were bright green. Not the electric blue that haunted him.

"You were controlled," Tony said, not even asking. "You were under the same thing as Clint."

Loki hesitated, watching the mechanic. He hated the fact that the human saw right through him. That he was smart enough to piece together everything Loki left out. He didn't want Tony to know that, nut he knew better to underestimate his intelligence. He went quiet for a bit, not knowing what to say. What could he say? Just thinking about it was enough to make his chest hurt, but to talk about it... to remember what he could... it took everything to hide how he felt.

"The Mad Titan is smart. He will find the stones, and when he does, billions will cease to exist. Half of the universe's population will be gone," Loki eventually said, deciding not to comment on the fact that he was controlled.

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