Solomon slowly raised his eyelids and cast a casual glance at the confident Thor, speaking calmly:
"Get one thing straight. Loki and this Space Stone are both my spoils."
"You can only take them when I choose to give them to you. If I don't, you don't even have the right to touch them. Understand?"
At this merciless rebuke, the ever-proud Thor's expression instantly darkened.
He abruptly raised Mjolnir and took a heavy step forward. Tiny arcs of electricity faintly flickered and danced over his body as he barked in a deep, rumbling voice:
"Loki is a criminal of Asgard, and the Space Stone concerns the safety of the Nine Realms. No matter what happens today, I'm taking them with me!"
Seated on the couch, Solomon narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing through them.
"You're not qualified to speak to me in that tone. Who do you think you are? All-Father Odin of Asgard?"
Being belittled like this in public instantly ignited Thor's fury. He tightened his grip on the handle and lightly swung Mjolnir, his bones cracking crisply as he said in a low voice:
"If you want to know whether I'm qualified, you're welcome to try me yourself!"
As the tension in the living room grew increasingly explosive, Tony felt his scalp prickle. He hurried forward and spread his hands to mediate:
"Wait, hold on a second! Gentlemen, can't we talk this through? Do you really have to fight here?"
"Sure, this stopped being my building a few minutes ago, but wouldn't it look bad if word got out that you'd reduced it to rubble?"
Solomon leaned back against the couch and glanced at Thor with the hint of a smile.
"Relax, Tony. You're giving this Hammer God far too much credit."
Loki, who had been