we build our altar here (слэш)

What always struck Tony was how trustworthy Loki’s eyes could seem, when he was making an effort. It was probably another being-a-god thing (he made a mental note to ask Thor about it) but it was never any less beguiling.
“Recently, my brother showed me my fate. Literally. It was written down in a book in the library of Asgard and it told of my long and boring life ruling over Jotunheim, stuck in a perpetual blizzard, forced into a position of wretched benevolence.” Loki looked up at him. “You know what it’s like to long for a bit of debauchery, don’t you, Stark?”