What was it about Hammer and his weaselly fucking friends that produced so many levels of critical logical failure? By any normal human standards, they would have got their diapers tangled around their ankles while playing in traffic and Tony shouldn't have had to deal with their alien standards of reason. Yet here they were, Loki, God of Mischief, constant thorn in Tony's side and current fucking Avenger, the 'defenseless woman' and Hammer's fantastic achievement of finding any reason to put up with it. And finally there was Tony, unable to do anything about either. All he had in his limited arsenal was a finger pointed Hammer's way, promising a brutal end to this fresh bullshit that was coming for him real fast.
With the shackles on this particular situation, Tony had to leap back to the original fucking bullshit that brought him face first into this, interpreting, "I take it you know all about what's going on out there." And Hammer probably had all kinds of good reasons to and fine endgames all lined up for himself in his game, but Tony was here now and was going to say his piece, whether it got him anywhere or not. "Thor is not from here, you can't apply the same rules to him and he is not going to take them well. Do not put any more people at risk with this. Whatever you're planning, it's stupid and dangerous." Not that seemed to put Hammer off any. Tony glowered at Loki under his mask, hoping he could at least feel that somewhere deep down in his slimy soul and sleep poorly.