Sparkles / Iron Deficiency Man
It was hard for Thor to pretend to be feeling something he wasn't. For the most part, he wore his heart on his sleeve. There was usually no guessing involved when it came to reading his mood because Thor never thought it necessary. It seemed like a waste of energy and secrets weren't really his style anyway. But this? Thor didn't know how to deal with this. He wasn't used to losing so badly or so much. A little of it had to do with his pride but mostly he was just so fucking devastated and rarely could he stop thinking about it. Coupling that with how goddamn selfish he felt for wanting to stay here, to stay with Loki, and it made him feel like a monster.
"But what of the fallen?" He asked. "What of those who can no longer get back up? What of those who survived who lost everything and everyone dear to them because of my error in judgment?" Thor turned to Tony, clearly distraught. "I had him, Stark. I had him to his knees. I buried my axe in his chest, held his head in my hand, and looked him in the eye because I wanted to watch him die for all he'd taken from me already. I wanted to get the last word in and because I did not take his head, he succeeded." His fists were clenched at his sides, flickers of electricity sparking. "It is my fault."