Of Ice and Iron ◄☼► Azuri & Whysperia

[Azuri]

Loki had returned to his room after Tony had shouted at him and accused him of being the wolf, which he did, but he would never admit. in the battle he had watched the human make a fool of himself, and truthfully he was looking for a way to get both of them out of there with out harming himself or his son. he had sat down the bed reading the same book, getting through most of it before his door opened.

when the door opened Loki didn't even look up from the open book, "Isn't knocking the common mortal way to enter a room, you reek of mead by the way." he didn't know who it was until they spoke, he had narrowed it down to Thor or Tony as both of them drank, and heavily. "I'll Say it again so you can understand" Loki said rather slowly, like he was talking to a slow child "I. Have. No. Idea. What. you. are. Talking. about. whatever. you. are. accusing. me. of. is. false." Loki maintained a strait face the whole time, only a bit of confusion darted across his face, playing exactly as he should.

Slowly but not as child like as before Loki answered his questions, "I am here because all of you are too foolish to figure out how to beat a pseudo god, and Thor, you as well, are scared of my son. as for the offer, that is between Myself and him, just like our little deal" Loki looked at him with a smirk. He didn't want to tell them that he would not be returning to Asguard and would be running loose where he wanted. "And if memory serves I was sitting here, alone when you walked in so I was "Leaving you all alone", " He shifted to the side, lightly closing the book, " Personally I would love to leave, but you and I both know Thor would drag me back here, and" He chuckled with a slight evil, "would you really want to have me running around midguard unsupervised? I could team up with the Pseudo god and my Son" Loki put the option out on the table, it was the obvious one, either he would be on the side of the avengers or the other side, the fun side. "Frankly I would find that more amusing, destruction, chaos, pandemonium and mayhem, plus it has the benefits of family"

Loki opened the book again skimming the lines. he was finished with this conversation and hopefully the drunk in the room would realize that as well. he licked one of his fingers and flipped the page, this protected the pages from being wrapped in the process of moving them. the god made no other contact with the man in the room, he was trying to go back to "leaving everyone alone"

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
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Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower, rambling to Loki.

"You're lying to me," Tony said simply, shaking his head. Loki had fallen silent once again, and Tony was filling the silence with his own voice, keeping the god from reading or whatever. "Can't you just.. I mean, they already don't believe me, okay? Can't you just admit it? Wouldn't it boost your ego or something to just say it one time? Say it," he pestered, still talking. "Just say it one time. "My name is Loki and I am an ass that likes to hurt people and stuff"," he said, frowning. He didn't feel well inside, didn't feel right or good. He shouldn't have gotten drunk while feeling so wrong inside. The alcohol was doing nothing to help it.

"Okay, I didn't mean to say that. I mean just admit that it was you in the lab," he said, still not looking up. He felt sick. "You were in the lab, I know. How long were you there though?" he asked then, his head jerking up to look at Loki. "How long were you watching me Loki? What did you see?" he asked, his eyes guarded. He didn't want to hear Loki's answer, was afraid of what it would be. Part of him knew, or thought he knew, but he didn't want to hear it out loud. Loki's lies and silence would have been better than the truth at that moment.

"I hurt your brother's feelings," he said after a minute. "He really loves you, ya know? He talked about you all the time, all the time. I feel like we all know everything about you. Er, you know, what you used to be like," he said with a shrug, no judgement or sarcasm in his voice for once. "But I told him that you hate him, and I don't even think that's true. You might not really care about him, who knows, but you don't hate him. But I told him you do. And that was wrong. And I'm not going to apologize, because I'm drunk and dammit, I don't like apologizing," he said, rambling on and on. "I don't like being wrong, and apologizing means you were wrong."

"You're really frustrating you know? You're all smug and rude and a jerk and- God, you're always looking all perfect and stuff. I hate it. I don't know why. But I do, and that's all that matters. I hate it but I don't really hate you. I don't know why. You're sarcastic and witty and stuff right back to me and no one else is. And I don't know how to feel about that. I kind of don't like you though because you're an ass," he said with a shrug and a funny looking lop-sided smile. "I dunno why I'm even talking to you. Maybe because you're silent and you just sit there and ignore me and don't think about what I'm saying. You just let it go right on by and don't try to talk to me about what I'm sayin'." He thought for a moment before frowning deeply. "Or maybe it's because you saw me in the lab," he said quietly, looking away. He forced a smirk on his face, but it didn't meet his eyes. "Or maybe I'm just drunk. Or you're controlling my mind like you did to Clint," he said with a shrug, finally falling silent.

[Azuri]

"As many times as it will take to get through your tiny clouded brain, I don't know why you think I was in the room with you, but I was not" Loki intended to maintain this façade, the stubborn god would not give in. in truth loki had seen everything from the breakdown to the tantrum to the man breaking again. He wanted to with hold the information until it became useful to him, at this time denying it was just a perk.

Loki let the man ramble clearly the drunk thought he would be able to absolve him of any questions he had, the god on the other hand had no intent of letting the man get that satisfaction, "accuse me of whatever you want, for once I am innocent, but I won't deny you want mortals do best, blaming all of their problems on others." Loki let out a scoff, it was true most humans couldn't accept their own faults and had to blame it on someone else, it was when they recognized it was their own faults that they either outburst in anger or fell into a depression. "And believe it or not I would love to be out of your hair rather then being stuck here"

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
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Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower, drunk and waiting to plan

"First of all, I'm literally a genius. My brain's not tiny," he said, glaring over at Loki for a moment before returning his head to his hands. "Second, you're still lying. But fine, whatever. I don't care." Tony fell silent for a time before groaning, obviously feeling frustrated. "This is not how things are supposed to be. Not at all," he said to himself. "I should be enjoying myself. I'm drunk. I should be calling someone over to have sex with or something, not sitting here, talking to Loki," he said into his hands. The day was so messed up, he decided before realizing it wasn't really 'day' anymore.

Tony perked up. Hey, that was a good idea. Drinking and bedding someone attractive always cheered him up when he was down. It was a great way to get his mind off of everything for a while. He grinned over at the god, looking rather pleased with himself as he stood, walking slowly back towards the door. "I'll see you later," he muttered before adding.. "I hope you don't mind, but it can get a bit loud in this room." With that, Tony turned and left, exiting the room Loki had claimed as his own. He really wished he could lock the god in the guest room, where he would have no choice but to listen, but he couldn't do it.

Just as Tony was about to call one of his girls over, Steve interrupted him. "Stark, there you are. Come on, we need to make a plan," Steve said, walking towards the man. When he got closer, Steve's nose wrinkled up. "Are you drunk? You're kidding, right?" He sighed and shook his head, shooting a glare at Tony before walking past him and knocking on Loki's door. "Loki, come on. We need to make a plan now, and from what I understand, that's your job." Having done what he was supposed to, the Captain turned away from the door, took Tony by the hand, and all but drug the other man to the living room. "You, sit on the couch and try to sober up," he said, disappointment clear in his voice. He said nothing more to Stark, turning his attention to the others in the room instead, waiting on Loki to join them. He was the one that was supposed to have a plan, so they were really only gathered to listen to him talk.

[Azuri]

Loki cocked an eyebrow, did this mortal think that he would be grossed out by people "Getting it on' on the next room. he was talking to a god that had more children then he could count on two hands, some of which he had given birth too. "I assure you that isn't a threat like you think it is, I would just hear you failing miserably" Loki mocked, "If your going to try to scar me you might want to do it better, and with something I haven't done more often then you"

With the knock on the door, Loki Stood up from the bed, shutting the book lightly and placed it on the bed. He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. entering the kitchen loki placed one hand on his hip. "Finally we are getting started, well the first thing is we need to get Fenrir away from the Pseudo god, I vote the tin man can do that, Fenrir would love to play fetch with him" the god gave a light chuckle at the mental image, he paused waiting for the others to try to poke holes in getting Fenrir away from ares

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower, drunk and hating the plan

As everyone gathered in the living room, Stark lounged in a chair all by himself. He was turned sideways, his legs over one arm with his back resting against the other. He heard Loki enter the room, and other than a scowl that settled over his lips for a moment, he didn't even acknowledge the god. He could go to hell, or whatever the Asgardian equivalent was. When the man began speaking though, his fists clenched tightly until his knuckles were white, his teeth gritting in frustration. How could his friends not see how terrible Loki was? The trickster god was suggesting they throw Tony to the wolf, let the beast have his way with him while they fought Ares. What a terrible plan! He thought. He was just about to say as much when the others spoke.

"Alright, and once Fenrir is out of the way?" Natasha asked, ignoring Tony's shocked look. Banner stood still, his lips pressed into a thin line as he thought everything over. Steve nodded, urging Loki on along with Nat. God, this wasn't happening, Tony thought darkly. His friends, they were selling him out. They were willing to give him over to the wolf. This couldn't be happening. No way.
"You're kidding, right?" Stark demanded, all but yelling at everyone gathered there. Bruce flinched a little at the sound in Tony's voice, but said nothing. Everyone looked grim but determined. If Stark had to draw the attention of Fenrir in order to save the world, they were willing to do it. Tony would be too, once he was sober again.

[Azuri]

loki looked around to everyone, now to explain Ares plan, "ok so now Ares, he is waiting for a large party or feast, then he plans on trying to slaughter everyone, this will most likely be to lure you all out to him, I suggest you you be there first. I can only asume with you out of the way he would continue to slaughter and let Fenrir loose to attack Asguard," he looked up at Thor coldly, "and we both know who he will target, not that I blame him. " loki paused letting them take it in, "so any one know when the sheep with gahter?"

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower, drunk and hating the plan

When Loki explained what he knew of Ares' plan, Tony let out a curse. He knew exactly what the god was talking about, because he had been invited to it. It was supposed to be one of the biggest parties of the year, Tony thought. He wasn't surprised that Ares had chosen it as the place to slaughter countless people. He said nothing though, still not bothering to look at anyone in the room. How dare they have betrayed him that way? Taken Loki's side over his? No, he wouldn't bother looking at them.

"Right. So, do you have any ideas on how we actually stop him?" Steve asked then, frowning as he looked at Loki. When Loki looked at Thor and said that the thunder god knew who Fenrir would attack, a look of confusion flashed over him. "Wait, what do you mean? Who would Fenrir target in Asgard?" he asked, glancing between the two brothers.
Thor's face was grim, almost scowling when he replied. "Fenrir would kill the Allfather, starting Ragnarök," Thor said, his eyes locked on those of his brother. "Ragnarök is equivalent to your apocalypse," he clarified, having realized that his human friends wouldn't understand what he was talking about.
"Great. Well, how long do we have? Does anyone know?" Steve asked, looking around at all of his friends. He didn't bother glancing at the drunken Tony, making him surprised when the man replied to his inquiry.

"Yeah, the party's in three days," he said, waving a hand at them, as though it didn't matter. "I was invited, so it won't be weird for me to bring some guests," he added, "Which gives us a good excuse as to why we're there early." Tony fell silent for a moment longer before shoving himself up from where he sat. "I need another drink," he said simply, making his way to the bar. "If I can walk, I'm not drunk enough," he said to himself with a grim frown. He was tired of feeling, of thinking. He was just tired in general.
Thor watched his friend retreat to the storage of mead before he too stood, grinning broadly as he spoke. "We should drink together and be merry," he said, sounding pleased with the idea. "We shall drink together as allies, drink in preparation of the battle that soon approaches!" With that, he put his arm around Loki's shoulder and led him towards the alcohol as well, still grinning.

"I don't drink," Steve said simply, unhappy about where this had gone. He wasn't interested. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in the training room," he said before leaving the room. Thoughts of his father and his alcoholic addiction were coming back to him. He needed to blow off some steam.
Bruce and Natasha watched in silence as Steve left, glanced at each other, then shrugged. "Sure, I'm in," Nat said, smiling a little slyly. She was really good at handling her liquor. Bruce merely nodded, walking behind Natasha as they joined the others at the bar.

Tony watched, a peculiar look on his face. This would be an interesting night.

[Azuri]

"for the pseudo god, bating him into a rage, let him loose his composure then strike when his back is turned." Loki suggested, continuing his plan. He wanted anyone to poke holes so he could fix them if needed. When no one spoke he assumed that they were fine with his plan.

When Thor tried to grab him to drink loki attempted to shrink away, shifting to go under his arm. The thunder god caught him and pulled him forward to the alcohol. It was an asguardian tradition to drink before a battle and you drank until you passed out, then you drank some more when the battle was done. His brother handed him a glass, the drink was not mead but alcohol none the less. The tricksters god was no drinker however, sure he could outlast the midguardians but he would never out drink Thor. He took a light sip, the cold liquor burning his throat, it gave a warm filling in the pit of his stomach. When loki had finished his first Thor was on his third, already red faced and smiling. By his own third drink he had a light red glow to his face and a small smile, thor was on glass ten.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Anthony "Tony" Stark - Iron Man
«☼»
Male - Human
Currently in Stark Tower,
drinking and enjoying himself

Stark was happy, finally. He was with all of his friends, plus Loki, drinking a ton of alcohol, something he enjoyed doing even when alone. It was fun, the games and the chatter. He found himself grinning like a fool, flirting with everyone rather playfully (well, everyone but Loki). His face was red and hot, his body long since numb. He knew he was going to pass out soon, and he didn't mind. Thor wasn't able to stand up anymore. Natasha was barely hanging on, something about previous training keeping her from getting drunk too easily. Bruce had long since retired. Loki looked.. He looked happy, which was strange. And cute. No, not cute. Just weird. Yeah, weird. Tony decided he didn't like it. Or, tried to make himself decide that.

After a while, Tony had slowed his drinking to a pace similar to Loki's. Thor had literally fallen from his chair and now laid in the floor, snoring loudly. Natasha had excused herself and, unless you really looked, she didn't look that drunk. It was the smile that gave her away. Tony's vision was blurry as he stared after her, waving as he called a goodnight. Once they were left alone, Tony leveled his grin on the god before him. He wasn't even mad at the guy anymore. He couldn't feel anything but the happy and easy flow of the alcohol inside of him.

Noticing that Loki's glass was empty, Tony reached out and poured him another, giving him more than he would have given a human. A sly grin was on his face as his eyes watched Loki's, almost daring him to keep drinking. He wanted to see Loki's tolerance level, and though the young god was already buzzed (perhaps more), he wanted to keep pushing him onward. "C'mon, Loki," he said with a smile, "You need t'be where I am. You should be feeling this good," he said, slurring his words a little. Tony was pretty much a high-functioning alcoholic, so he was pretty good at lasting, as well as hiding just how drunk he really was. He sounded about like he would if he had stopped hours before.