you with the sad eyes, tell me a tale (слэш)

“If you're not the Loki I knew, what Loki are you then? Why are you sitting on a fancy throne in the middle of this?”
The throne wasn't actually all that fancy at all. It may have glistened gold, but it looked cold and uncomfortable, behind all its intimidation it looked…lonely.
“I’m the one that allows for time to flow, and thus the multiverse to exist." Loki leaned his head forward in a small nod but then he straightened up again, his green eyes piercing into Tony.
"God of stories is what I like to call myself."