To those who perished // Loki

Tony was sitting alone at the SHIELD bar he had discovered earlier today, it was a few days after the Chitauri invaded New York, a few days after another one of his friends perished due to his failures. Yinsen, Stane, and now Coulson. They were all dead because of him, the person whom turned his life around, the person he thought as a father figure, and the person whom had faith in his abilities. If only he could have booted up his original suit at a faster speed, Yinsen would still be alive, if only he could have talked down Stane, Stane would also still be alive, and if he saw through Loki's plan, Coulson would have lived. It was so obvious in hindsight, Loki wanted to get on the Helicarrier, Loki could have escaped while he was fighting Goldilocks.

Tony intended to drink till he was oblivious today, he was thinking too much about what he could have done to prevent tragedy. For a genius, Tony knew he was rather oblivious when it came to grand plans, he did not manage to see through Stane's obvious betrayal, he failed to see Loki's obvious ploy, god damn it. If he saw through Loki's plan, he may have manged to keep more people alive, he may have been able to prevent the Chitauri's arrival. At the though of the Chitauri's, Tony began to breath heavily and feel a sense of panic, he felt he was in space again, trapped all alone in space, he felt the reactor in his chest failing again, he felt the drop. Tony started panicking at the thought. He was looking around, he needed his armour, he needed the safety the armour provided him.

No, his armour currently have a problem, they relied upon the reactor in his chest way too much, Tony took note, he knew once he was back, he would have to construct separate power sources for every one of his suits, and he would have to construct more suits. He had too few to defend the planet, the Avenger's were powerful, but they were few. He would also have to program JARVIS to be able to remotely control his suits in case he was ever unable to properly operate the suits, Earth needed Iron Man even if he was unable to operate the suits.

Know your enemy.

It was always a good motto to follow in Loki's mind. After all, if you knew them well, their flaws became apparent and then easy to exploit. Clearly he hadn't known the Avengers well enough and his face pulled into a frown as he landed on Midgard, the world that was his by right. Well, he wouldn't repeat that mistake so readily.

Despite having been caught and 'punished' for his actions, Loki had left (and planned to frequently leave) his imprisonment in Asgard, fooling the mindless guards that tended to his cell day and night with a simple image of himself. Everyone would remain oblivious to his planned excursions to the other realms, slipping through the paths without anyone aware of his presence.

And today found him back on Midgard. The realm of mortals was his by right, they had feared him as a god. It should be the same now. After all, his intentions those thousand of years ago had been kinder, if he did say so himself. But the world was still undeniably free from his rule and Loki would do his best to make sure it would change.

Of course, he was keeping up the appearance that he was still languishing away in his cell so it would not do to be recognised. To avoid this, he simply had to take another form. Basic magic. He smirked as he took the form of a ginger haired man and altered his clothing. If he was going to nose around this SHIELD bar for any weaknesses, he did have to look the part.

Fully disguised, Loki entered with minimal trouble. It was no hardship to fool the mortals into letting him through. He wasn't the trickster god for nothing. Slipping in, he cast his gaze around, taking in the scene with care. Nothing would be left out. But there was one thing that had captured his focus immediately. The man with no heart, the man of metal. Tony Stark was here.

For a second, his face twisted into a grin of delight and amusement, his expression was dark and sinister. Here was one of his enemies, the undeniable hiccup in his plan (if only he had been able to control this man's mind when the final battle came). The expression quickly fled as the man looked around in what Loki suspected might be a panic, although he could see no reason for it. Keeping his face blank, interest only faded in when Stark looked away and Loki decided to play his game.

Walking forward, he headed straight to Stark, his features twisted into fascination and excitement. He would play the part of the innocent agent delighted to see an actual famous hero in real life.
"You're Tony Stark!" He exclaimed, keeping in character. Although he didn't enjoy the part he had to play, Loki loved the game that he was playing - keeping his true identity hidden while getting all the information he needed out of this man, finding out what weaknesses he could. Yes, this was going to be productive.
"I mean, Iron Man. It's an honour, sir, to meet you, sir."
Lets see if I can get that drink this time, Loki thought, a pleasant grin on his face.