"I liked this a whole lot better in my armor," Tony said as they crouched in a cavern. So far, nothing had decided to eat them, which was nice, but he also was half frozen despite what Loki said. She had warded him, whatever that meant, but his bones felt thicker and heavier. He rubbed his hands together as he watched the princess pace. "We should just go to your dad."

It was the fourth time he'd suggested it but they were still here in the cave instead of in the nice, also cold palace of the King of Jotunheim. Fuck his life.

"I know you're worried about them coming back, but they won't. Listen. We've had enough to do with them. More than enough. They have their people back and didn't try to take us all. We have to cut our losses and work on finding a new home."

But he felt sorry for the princess too. She looked so young and so at a loss. They'd brought evil into their universe, and all because she wanted to help some mortals.