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The second the door shuts Tony faced him, smiling stupidly. “…This is gonna be fun.” Loki grins stepping closer.
“You are, incredibly reckless.”
“For betting on you? Winning bet,” said so in earnest it fazed the god, that as Tony turned away Loki’s hand shot out to keep, curling around his arm and Tony refaced him, perceived the graveness to Loki now and in his voice that asks, like genuinely confounded:
“…Do you trust me?”
“…Shouldn’t I?” Loki’s features gave, greens falling to the Stark’s chest, and registering what they mean what he’s thinking Tony nears, says it firmly: “I trust you,” it almost pains the god he sees, to comprehend or to believe Tony’s unsure but he stays, there letting Loki see it plainly.
Before suddenly asking: “Do you guys get sick and stuff?” As confused by such question, Tony adds: “Like can you catch a cold?”
“Midgardian you mean? No.” Tony raised a brow arms crossing, Loki’s retracting.
“So ‘Midgardian’ illnesses are too weak to faze you, is that what you’re saying?” at humor Loki smiles. Tony shakes his head grinning. “Lucky you. Come on then,” he turns away, says: “We’re two grown men. Sure we can ‘non-awkwardly’ share a bed.” Again surprised, Loki lends no protest and follows.
Tony slides under the sheets startling somewhat as with a hand-wave Loki’s attire altered to nightwear, before the god joined aside him. He grinned turning to him probed: “Do you just carry around a whole wardrobe in that multidimensional pocket of yours?”
“Yes.” His enthusiasm heightened.
“That has gotta be my favorite spell. Sure you can’t teach me a trick or two? Just this one?” Loki smiles lying back.
“…Maybe.” Surprised Tony pressed:
“Maybe ‘yes’ or maybe ‘dream it’?” Loki smirks at him, stays silent a pensiveness to his eyes now, before shimmer in mischief and he says:
“What do I get in return?” Grin expanding Tony answered:
“I’ll make you a suit.”
“You already are.”
“I will make it awesome.”
“You’re incapable of making anything less.”
“So you think my stuff is awesome?” Loki gave another smirk turning towards him.
“Go to sleep Anthony.” Tony shuffles an inch closer tucking himself in.
“You’re just yanking my chain, huh?” Unresponding but with a smile Loki then closed his eyes, so Tony follows suit, and sooner than thought sleep claimed them.