That was where Tony was wrong; Loki was still plotting some big things and had simply been away. After all, there was no way that some mere Midgardian was going to turn his eye from the prize; He’d already slowed him enough.
Still, he found the genius intriguing.
And so, he appeared in the mansion, only making it a few steps down a hallway before JARVIS’ voice rang out, making the Mischief God curse under his breath. “Sir, one of the Princes of Asgard is heading your way.”
So much for surprise.
Tony cursed, sliding away from the desk and hiding the blowtorch. “Hey You! Dummy! Put that stuff away quickly!” He opened a drawer, pushing things into it as Dummy and You whirled around him.
Tony stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to will the ache out of them. “JARVIS, time.” he called out, setting the blowtorch down and sliding the hood off.
“Its one a.m. sir,” the AI responded, and Tony blinked in response. Well, okay then. He was surprised he hadn’t been interrupted yet, or hadn’t gotten hungr- ah yes. There was his stomach. Dummy whirled by on his way to the coffee machine, and Tony could only manage a tiny smile as he followed. The past few days had been rather… uneventful, with no villains thinking they could destroy New York, DC - or any part of the USA to be honest - and the Avengers were taking advantage of the downtime. He had been left alone to his Garage, which was all fine and dandy but…
It had been a couple of days without seeing Loki, and that in and of itself was odd.