"Oh, of course!" Loki sneers, anger and hurt mingling into the toxic air that surrounds them. "The great Tony Stark, our savior, who is so smart he will solve the conundrum that scholars have been trying to solve since before his species could even speak. If only they had half of his mind and a third of his gigantic ego!" Like a rabbit trapped in a bramble, every barb tears into his own skin but he can't stop struggling. As if the act will free him rather than bring him closer to his end.

Thor places a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Brother, you need-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Loki rounds on him, oh to happy to have a new outlet for his anger. "I'm not your brother! You've never cared what I need, just what best suits you! So why don't you just fly off and play the hero, while the villain," Loki violently gestures to himself, "stays here and self-destructs?"