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“What the hell?” Tony stared. It was Loki up there on the screen, face streaked with dirt and blood, hair tangled, glaring bloody murder into the camera. On his knees, in an ugly too-big t-shirt, looking like he’d been though seven kinds of hell. Loki.
One does not cause mayhem without consequences; Loki takes the plunge and finds himself powerless in an alien and inhospitable part of Midgard. And this is only the beginning of his troubles.