It seemed Stark was alive enough for quips. Good. Having him die on the way would be such a waste.
"I'm afraid the reality is far worse than me being a figment of your imagination."
Loki reached out and called Rogers' discarded vibranium shield to him with his magic. Straps materialised at his back, allowing him to slot it in place.
Now for what he had really come for. He stooped to one knee beside the fallen armoured man and scooped him up into his arms. The weight was a little effort, but he was Asgardian after all.
"Don't try to fight. I'm here to help."
The way was prepared. Asgard had been filled with distractions of feasts and parades. No one was paying attention to the Bifrost or whether their king had ventured out of his chambers. No one would notice a dead man sneaking a human into the city on a shrouded skiff.
Once he had borne Tony out into the snow, Loki looked up at the sky.
"Skurge. Bring us back!"
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