“Hundreds dead, mass destruction; Do you really not regret any part of how that went down?”
Loki smiled, the expression pressing painted lips thin. “Of course,” he said tilting his head back to gaze at Tony down the length of his nose, that now familiar glint in his eyes. “I would have much preferred to win.” (x)
I'll find what lies beneath
your sick twisted smile.
As I lay underneath
your cold jaded eyes.