He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"That's enough, stop wasting your time."

Loki stared at the old Loki, his eyes gradually turning fierce.

"Do you even know where the person we're looking for is?"

Old Loki and Black Loki exchanged a glance.

"Come with me." Old Loki turned around and pushed open a rusty iron door deep inside the bunker.

Behind the door was a narrow passageway with several rickety emergency lights hanging on the wall.

At the end of the corridor was a slightly more spacious room.

Tony froze as soon as he walked in.

Harikina was crouching in the corner of the room, holding a worn-out metal cup, which he handed to a boy sitting on a broken sofa.

The young man was dressed in a green robe and wore a glittering golden crown. He crossed his legs and had an expression that said, "I'm the best in the world."

"Your Majesty, your tea," Harry said, bowing and scraping.

"Hmm." Young Loki took the cup, took a sip, and nodded in satisfaction.

Tony's compound eyes blinked twice.

"Harry?"

Harry turned around abruptly and jumped up the moment he saw Tony.

"Mr. Stark!" Harry's voice trembled with excitement. "What brings you all here?"

"I'd like to ask you what the hell happened!" Tony pointed at the young Loki. "You were sent to this godforsaken place to be someone's lackey, serving tea and water?"

"This is His Majesty the King!" Harry quickly explained, "He saved me!"

"The King?" Tony looked at the boy and sized him up.

Young Luo Ji stood up, raised his chin, and wore an extremely arrogant expression.

"That's right, I am Loki Laufeyson, the King of Asgard."

"You mortals, why don't you kneel before me, the king?"

Tony was silent for two seconds, then burst into an extremely exaggerated laugh.

"Hahahaha! The King? You?" Tony laughed so hard his armor shook. "When did Asgard change to an electoral system?"

Young Loki's face darkened, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"How dare you mock me, Your Majesty?"

"I'm not mocking you," Tony waved his hand. "I'm mocking the family drama in Asgard."

"Shut up!" Young Loki suddenly stood up, a ball of green magical energy gathering in his hand.

"I rightfully inherited the throne!"

"I am the only Loki to have killed Thor, so the throne naturally belongs to me!"

"What did you say?" Tony's laughter stopped abruptly. "Thor is dead?"

"That's right." Young Loki raised his chin smugly. "That big oaf who only knew how to swing a hammer was sent to his grave by my own hands."

"Asgard has finally welcomed a truly wise king."

"Listen to this, that's what your variant is saying." Tony turned to look at Loki from this universe standing behind him.

"As a clever prince, it's hard not to have a rebellious streak when you have a big, strong but simple-minded son above you."

Loki helplessly shrugged.

"Besides, I am the god of trickery."

Loki stepped forward and stared at the younger version of himself.

"But I never intended to actually kill Thor."

"That's because you're a coward!" young Loki sneered. "You're afraid to admit your own inner desires!"

"You'll only ever hide in Thor's shadow, forever remaining that poor little prince!"

Loki's smile vanished, and chaotic magic surged wildly within him.

"You call me a coward?" Loki's voice turned extremely dangerous.

"I just know better than you what a bottom line is."

"Thor is a fool, but he's my brother."

"And you are just a pathetic worm consumed by the lust for power."

Young Loki's face flushed red, and the magical energy in his hands grew stronger and stronger.

"How dare you insult me, Your Majesty?"

"I'm not insulting you," Loki sneered. "I'm just stating a fact."

"You think killing Thor will make you king?"

"Will the people of Asgard submit to you? Will Odin acknowledge you?"

"You're nothing but a loser who sat on a broken sofa and was thrown into the junkyard by the Time Bureau."

Young Loki was completely enraged. He suddenly waved his hand, and green magical energy transformed into dozens of sharp blades that rushed straight towards Loki.

Loki didn't even move. The Black Sabbath, glowing with a dark purple light, emerged from his shadow and with a wave of its black hands, scattered all the magical blades.

"That's it?" Loki tilted his head. "You dare to talk back to me with this little bit of strength?"

Young Loki was stunned. He stared at the strange creature that emerged from the shadows, his eyes filled with shock.

It didn't have a physical form, but he could sense that it carried a strange magical power.

"What is that?"

"Power," Loki said calmly. "True power."

"Not by plotting and scheming to kill one's own brothers, but by crushing all enemies with strength."

Young Loki opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"Tsk tsk, Loki fighting Loki, this scene is quite interesting."

Tony watched with great interest.

"Jarvis, record it and show it to Thor when we get back."

"Recorded, sir."

"Namo Amaterasu, this humble monk believes this brat needs to receive a baptism of Buddhist teachings." Hulk squatted at the doorway, his hands clasped together.

"No!" Tony quickly stopped Hulk. "If you slap him, this brat will be a pulp."

"Mr. Stark, what are you doing here? Has the Avengers ultimately failed?"

Harry stood in the corner, watching this scene, completely dumbfounded.

"How could that be? With me, Tony, in the Avengers, the final outcome won't be the worst!" Tony walked over and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"We've come to take you home."

"Really?" Harry's eyes reddened, and he almost cried.

"Of course." Tony rolled his eyes. "I, Tony Stark, keep my word."

"Let's go, staying in this lousy place for too long will make us stupid."

"What makes you think you're better than me?"

Young Loki slumped onto the sofa, completely drained of energy.

He looked at Loki of this universe, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Because I have a mother," Loki said calmly. "And you, you only have ambition."

Upon hearing this, all the Lokis present were struck dumb.