Loki

Loki stood in the top floor of the Avengers Tower, staring out of the window that he had just thrown Tony through with a dark, almost feral look in his eye. His thin lip seemed to twitch with annoyance, watching the older man fall down between the curve of the building and the glass shards collect at his boots.

That's when however, he heard a small thud come from somewhere within the top floor. With a raised eyebrow the God turned on his heels, his possessed eyes scanning the area before slowly beginning to carry him through the vacant area. He knew someone was here, and boy was he looking forward to finding them. Just the idea of pulling whatever rat was hiding out into view and making them submit to him - making them kneel at his Godly presence bloomed a hot pleasure in his tight chest, made his lips quirk up into a sadistic grin, and his fingers curled tighter around the scepter as he stalked towards the source of the noise.