
Loki watches Tony fumble with his words then with his dignity. A lifetime at the side of his exceedingly mercurial brother–complete with the most sensitive of male egos–has taught the Trickster God to pace himself with sensitive topics. Ever the diplomat, he ventures a hand onto the Iron Man’s shoulder.
“You are a master builder of armor. Your inventions are unerringly meant to protect. Sometimes one might have cause to wonder whether that skill has been counterproductive when you are the one being protected. Take care … not to confuse invincibility with isolation. With my lies and illusions, I have made the selfsame error far too long. Tony Stark, there is no shame … ehm, in claiming a child as yours. In claiming another person, of any kind, as yours. It is well worth the threat it poses you.”
I died for my brother.
And I do not regret it.





