Loki walks in, holding the scepter. Tony casually walks down the steps; heading straight towards the bar— priorities.
"Please tell me you're going to appeal to my humanity." Loki was the first to break the silence between himself and Tony.
Tony tilts his head. "Uh. . . actually, I'm planning to threaten you."
"You should have left your armor on for that." Loki smirks.
"Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage," Tony says in regards to the suit he was just wearing— it had definitely seen better days. "You've got the blue stick of destiny," he points to the sceptre in Loki's hands as he makes his way behind the bar. "Would you like a drink?" he asks.
Loki shakes his head with a smile. "Stalling me won't change anything."
Tony was quick to argue. "No, no, no! Threatening," he reminded the God as he began to pour himself a drink. "No drink? You sure? I'm having one."
Loki simply ignored his adamance. "The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that. What have I to fear?" he asked in genuine; yet amused interest— he was so sure he would win this battle.
"The Avengers," Tony said in all seriousness. Loki looks at him, a look of confusion plastered on his face. "It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes' type of thing." he elaborates.
Loki didn't seem at all worried as he smiled. "Yes, I've met them."
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Tony sarcastically returns his smile, choosing to ignore the dig the God made at him and his dysfunctional team. "Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I'll give you that one." He joked before turning serious again.
"But, let's do a head count here," Tony began as he stared down the God who eagerly listened. "Your brother, the demi-God. A super soldier; a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend. A man with breath-taking anger management issues. A couple of master assassins. A sadistic teenage ghost. A shapeshifter, and you, big fella have managed to piss off every single one of them." Tony said as he points at the God.
Loki tilts his head; still wearing the devilish smile on his lips. "That was the plan." he mocked.
"Not a great plan," Tony bites back. "Because when they come, and they will, they'll come for you." He warned.
From underneath the bar table, out of Loki's sight, Tony puts on two Colantotte bracelets— one on each wrist. They were a honing device.
"I have an army." Loki reminds him, almost bragging.
"We have a Hulk." Tony argued as he began to advance towards Loki from across the room.
