"Loki, you..."
Thor looked at Loki with conflicting emotions written across his face, struggling to find the words.
Seeing his expression, Loki gave a contemptuous scoff. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not trying to help you. I just want to see how much strength that old man has left."
"I haven't forgotten how you cast me into the Cosmic Abyss back then."
With that, Loki snorted coldly, putting on an icy front.
But however slow Thor might have been, he knew Loki was helping him. He paid no mind to Loki's attitude and simply said softly,
"Thank you."
As the words left his mouth, Tony clearly saw the corner of Loki's lips lift. Although his face quickly became expressionless again, Tony was certain he hadn't imagined it.
He couldn't help inwardly grumbling, What a damn tsundere.
Ignoring the brothers' rather intimate display of affection, Tony said casually, "Asgard, huh? I've never been there. Remember to bring me along when you go."
This time, it was Loki who froze.
He and Thor both turned to look at Tony, as though trying to figure out what he was thinking.
Loki was helping because they were brothers. Why was Tony getting involved?
Neither of them considered Tony a warmhearted man.
Neither Loki nor Thor could claim to understand Tony completely, but they had a basic grasp of his character.
He was the sort who wouldn't lift a finger unless there was something in it for him. Getting him to offer help was harder than reaching the heavens.
For a moment, Tony's words made the atmosphere in the living room strange once again.
Thor wanted to ask why, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. After all, Tony was ostensibly going there to help him.
Questioning him now would have been terribly