For we once so loved the world by HowlingDarkness95

Chapter 10

"Oh hell no."

Thor shifted uncomfortably, "My friend, please-"

"No! This, this is over the line, it is way over the fucking line." Clint snarled, his hands clenching into fists. He shrugged off Natasha's hand on his shoulder and stalked up to the thunder god. Despite the archer being at least half a head shorter than him, Thor still took a step back, being able to feel the murderous aura around his friend.

Clint snarled, jabbing a finger at Loki, "He is not supposed to be here! You fucking promised us that you'll take him back to Asgard. He's supposed to be in a fucking cell rotting away!"

Clint panted, the anger rushing through him indescribable. The other avengers stood around him, Steve was with Natasha, directly behind Clint, while Bruce was near the window, facing the New York skyline. He took deep calming breaths, trying to get his anger under control. the Hulk didn't need to make an appearance now.

Tony however, was more vocal about his, "Oh hell yes, I completely agree with Legolas here Point Break, I mean what the fuck? You told us that day that Assgard would handle it, now you say you're bringing him here? For what? Daddy couldn't stand his ugly little face anymore?" he sneered.

On the couch, Loki stiffened slightly, eyes flashing in anger. He pressed his lips together, and forced himself to relax. He spread his arms out on the back of the sofa, languidly crossing his legs as he observed the entire room. He supposed that it was what the mortals called their common room, much like a common dining area that Asgard had. It was sparsely furnished, with only a single couch and the bar. He narrowed his eyes, ignoring the little spat the avengers were all having behind him. The mortals were so petty, accepting the fact that he was already here would have been much more convenient and less energy would have been wasted.

He looked around the room, noting the fully stocked bar where Stark had stood several Midgardian years ago trying to threaten him. He noticed the slight burn marks on the floor and on the far left wall. The screen in front of him remained untouched but new, as was the couch beneath him. Loki narrowed his eyes, Stark seemed more like a person who flaunted his wealth, to use his own words against him, "a full tilt-diva", whatever that meant, Loki thought. He glanced back at the six heroes, who were still locked in verbal combat, and rolled his eyes. Honestly, he grumbled to himself, their city could be burning and they would not even notice. He sighed exasperatedly; the mortals were using the same argument over and over again and he was more than tired of hearing it. Even if it did amuse him.

Loki leaned on his hand, closing his eyes, portraying an image of resignation and boredom while he took the chance to examine his restraints. He was in the midst of finding weaknesses within the bond restraining his magic when he felt it. A strange tremor that ran through the tower. He frowned, his eyes still shut, even as he blocked out all other sounds. The squabble occurring behind him faded into the background, and Loki was left with a myriad of energy trails. His own seidrmay have been blocked, but he was a seidr- master, he could sense when magic was used, or when a magical artifact was present, even though it felt muted now, as if he was underwater and in a glass tank. He concentrated on the weakly pulsating energy, trying to follow the trail even though he could barely sense it. He frowned, he knew he had felt that power before... His eyes snapped open in shock.

For once, Loki was glad that the mortal contraption he sat upon was faced away from his brother and his band of mortal pets, he sat in shock, holding his breath. There was just no way that another stone could be on Midgard. Let alone in Stark's tower. He narrowed his eyes, it was clear that the mortals weren't aware of it, otherwise they'd have informed Thor already. No. Maybe not, the fool is ignorant of their existence as well. Perhaps it was someone else who brought it in- Oh. Loki blinked, I see. He flexed his hand absentmindedly, trying to relieve the growing numbness, mind racing ahead in search for an answer to the mystery surrounding the tower. He sneaked a glance at the still quarreling avengers, and shifted so that he sat forward, no longer stretched out on the couch.