Eleventh Hour Reach

Loki shook his head. "I don't have my magic now. I used what little I had to 'send me somewhere safe'. Apparently it trusts this place."Color was sliding from his cheeks.A low moan caught in his chest, knees shaking, sinking a fraction of an inch down the glass.Tony noticed Loki’s gaze immediately showing how he seemed too tired to express much emotion anymore. It was almost a defeated look which made Tony immediately uneasy. He didn’t know exactly how teleportation worked but he took a mental note.“Your magic must be trying to kill you.” Tony couldn’t help but joke, however, just thinking about it for a second did make it all make sense. Tony was the only one here and was probably the only avenger to ever be willing to help the god like this. Or Loki's magic takes him somewhere safe to have his newest bundle of joy, much to the chagrin of Tony Stark.