Filming for "Thor" began to wrap up nicely and Tom and Chris prepared for the much anticipated "Avengers". Throughout the filming of "Thor", the two men had grown inseparable, all according to Thor's plans. The two could often be seen at the local Starbucks, grabbing a few drinks before the shoot. Even during days off, they would visit one another and share a few drinks, sometimes a meal, sometimes nothing at all. Chris' wife, Elsa, was now pregnant with their first child, and he could not wait to inform Tom. Maybe this talk of children would bring a bit of Loki to the surface of Tom's conscious. After all, Loki had mothered and fathered several children, Sleipnir, Hel, and Fenrir being the most famous of the many.
It was the end of their second to last scene, which just so happened to be a fighting scene. They were both in their costumes and ready to go, but Kenneth suggested they'd practice the bits their stuntmen would not be doing. "So…I've got some news, mate." Chris stated carefully as they were both being harnessed. Tom looked up wincing a bit as the harness went up his rear. He always hated that part. "Go on." the black haired man replied, candidly trying to wriggle free of the tightness of the harness. The announcement was on the tips of his tongue, but he felt nervous saying it aloud, much less to tom, his best mate. Tom looked up from his harness after finally pulling it into a comfortable position to see Chris with a look he had never seen on a man before. "Oh go ahead man. I can see it in your eyes. Something's happened to you. What is it?" Tom smiled gently, his silver tongue coaxing the truth from Chris' mouth. Chris let a shy smile play on his features before raising his head,"It's Elsa, Tom. She's pregnant. I'm to be a father to a little girl." Chris replied, a smile, dawning on his features. He shifted the hammer in his hands right as Kenneth yelled, "ACTION!"
Tom's eyes grew as wide as saucers, and he was quiet for all of thirty seconds. When he looked up at Chris again, his blue eyes were now green. Something that was supposed to be done with CGI…was so clearly reflected on Tom's face that with one look Chris knew. His voice hoarse, he got out a "Loki…No!" before the dark haired man leapt at him, screaming like a wounded wolf. The harness tore away and Tom flew through the air, landing on Chris, effectively pinning him to the ground. "Come with me if you want these precious mortals of yours to live." He seethed, as he rose from him and stormed out of the set. His "Tom mask" was gone, and Loki exuded the evil he was. Cameras shattered, light fixtures blew, and computers suffered power loss as he left, leaving Chris to stand and run after him after assuring Kenneth that they had both just gotten into an argument that Chris was going to try to fix. It was just as well, as filming had to be cut short due to "faulty equipment".

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Chris stood outside Tom's trailer, his real hammer in hand. He had insisted that everyone take the day off, as Kenneth was having trouble with the equipment and he was currently trying to fix the spat between Tom and himself. The blonde slowly turned the knob and pushed open the door, expecting to dodge an attack. He was dumbstruck at the sight of Loki sipping tea as if nothing had happened. He simply glanced at Chris, took a sip and set his cup down. He sat with his legs wide open wearing a look of icy contempt. At this Thor let out a chuckle, "Call me crazy brother, but I did so miss even this sight of you." Loki rose an eyebrow and simply stirred the tea in his saucer, "Oh? It does not look like it. After all, you chose to impregnate that worthless human whore instead of starting life anew with me." Loki deadpanned, "I never realized how incredibly daft you are! Here is a new planet, a new life, a clean slate…and you choose some random wench over me?!" Thor could sense his brother's tone growing colder, his voice shaking. He would have to tread carefully now, lest Loki lose his temper. He was never good at that. "Brother. I can explain. I have good reason. We were countries away—"but he was cut off by Loki who had stood now, seething. "Brother? BROTHER?! I AM NOT YOUR BROTHER! You betrayed me! You…You actually created a child with that whore! You shunned ME for this mortal…you shunned ME when we could have started over in this life! It was my mission to find you again ever since I knew you had followed me to this hell you call Midgard!" Thor's blood ran cold in his veins. His voice grew hoarse again," You knew from the beginning? You knew and you said NOTHING! Do you know how much I missed you—""Well you have a BLOODY funny way of showing it! Coupling with a filthy human siren even when you knew I was on this planet!" Loki yelled as he threw daggers at his brother. This was the last straw. If Loki wanted a fight, by Odin, he would have it. Thor's eyes lit aflame with rage as he swung his hammer, preparing to light Loki like a Christmas tree when the door burst open and a man in a gold and red metal plated suit ran in between the two, arms out as if to part them. "Whoa there Tom and Jerry. Let's cool this off." he replied, then took one look at Loki's skin that was turning an icy blue, "On second thought, you stay warm, smurfette."
Loki's anger was growing, but he had calmed down enough to notice the presence of mortals rapidly heading their way. He inwardly panicked for a moment as he knew he had to leave. He looked to Thor and spoke in a deep voice, "You deal with these precious mortals of yours. After all, they are far dearer to you than I ever was or EVER will be." He hissed as he disappeared, leaving Thor and the other man to the mess. The other man and Thor locked eyes before he left the blonde alone to hide in the closet. In mere minutes, half the crew peeked into Tom's dressing room, Kenneth shooing them away then asking Chris what had happened. It took a half hour to convince Kenneth that it was just an argument between Tom and himself, and that they had traded a few punches, his bloody nose a hint of that. Kenneth just thanked God that Chris wasn't to film for a few more days until his injuries healed up. He left the blonde, shaking his head, wondering how badly the fight was if the room was so trashed.
Once Kenneth was gone, the closet door swung open quietly and the man stepped out. "Please, no jokes about me coming out of the closet. They're getting old. And before you even ask, they're filming a few tests for future Iron Man movies in studio 2." The brown haired man replied, metal suit whirring away as he walked out. Thor sighed, unsure of what he could tell this man to make everything that he saw make some sort of sense. This was usually Loki's department, but he was on his own now. "Look, Robert—"he began, but was cut off, "No. Stark. My real name's Tony Stark." The man replied with a smirk. Thor wore a look of confusion, "I do not understand." Tony's smirk widened, "It means, point break, Robert Downey Jr. IS Tony Stark."