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The house - or, suite, as Tony described it - was huge.

Much bigger than any house on Earth Loki had ever seen (not counting castles or towers, that was obvious).

When they stepped it, he was transfixed at how clean the place was. Spotless. The walls were marble-y white and the floor seemed to reflect the two. He thought about complementing the place - he wasn't the kind to ignore such attention to a home - but figured that he'd be better off not. It was out of character, not to mention the mask.

"Follow me - I'll get you a guest room and some comforters. Then I can make dinner. Unless you want take out. Oh, shit - no, we've gotta get that mask off you first."

Tony looked back at him, placing his hands on his hips. He looked different from the last time he saw him. Shorter, straighter black hair, the robe like jacket he wore was replaced with a green, trenchcoat like one that Tony didnt exactly know how to describe, but it looked nice.

Correction - it would have looked nice. In all honesty, he would have looked nice if it wasnt for the fact his hair was a tousled mess, his clothes were ripped, and dark circles surrounded his eyes. He hadn't really looked over him till now. Just small, unfocused glances. He guessed no one did.

He was rough. Tony stepped closer, frowning. "What happened to you?" The question was rhetorical, and he grabbed the chains the connected the cuffs on Lokis wrists. He pulled the god into the - probably one of many - kitchen and sat him on a stool, going to dig in a drawer. Tony pulled out a pair of scissors and a small knife, making his way back over to Loki, who regarded him with skepticism.

Kneeling down, he pushed the scissors into the keyhole and started twisting it. After a few seconds, the lock popped, and the right cuff popped off. Same to the left.

Loki rubbed the red marks around his wrists and looked up at Tony as he stood. "Right then. The muzzle situation," he mumbled, before looking around it. Loki rolled his eyes at the comment, but sat patiently nonetheless, crossing his ankles.

He tried pulling it, recieving a harsh kick to the ankle at the pain it shot through the god.

"Cant you just,,,, ~m a g i c~ it off," Tony complained. He recieved a sigh through his nose and a head shake. Tony hummed. "Okay.. Let's try this." He pulled on his watch, and his hand covered in the glove of his iron outfit. He opened his palm and set it to the metal below Lokis cheek. "Tell me if it hurts-"

After the count of three, light filled the room, and the stool Loki perched on toppled over, bringing the God with it.

The mask fell off his face as Loki hit the floor - hard, sending him in a daze as he watched the room swirl around him. The fall knocked the wind out of his lungs, and he had to take a moment, gasping for air much like a fish, staring at the ceiling.

"Shit - Are you okay? Like, I didn't kill you, right? Thor would have my ass if I did."

A few seconds later and Loki pushed himself upright, looking over at the man. "I'm okay. Let's be honest, Thor wouldn't harm you. He used to catch me eating wild mushrooms in forests and lock me in my room for days on end."

"You did drugs?"

"If that's what you'd like to call it," Loki said, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"..Nice. Let's make cookies, yeah?"

"Sure? What about dinner?"

"FUCK."