Leap
She glances over watches, as the lift with them descends to the 78th floor, how Tony’s eyes have closed his head against Loki’s chest, and his tail’d stilled. It never fails to astound them the measure of trust Stark could place in him. It never fails to perplex them why Loki at all tolerates him.
They enter the library and Loki deposits him carefully top one of the desks, asks Jarvis for pointers. The three fan out in search, and Tony watches from his perch, feeling useless. He glances down at the ground thinks: [that’s a high fall,] before looking at the table across, ironically eager to jump and experiment with his new form. He does, stumbling some slides a bit along the glass surface, but successful. Excited now he turns Loki’s way and meows. All face him. He leaps to the next table. Loki deadpans though with a light smirk, drawls:
“Very impressive.” Tony wishes he had the muscles to smile or grin. Pros and cons, he supposed, hopping off the surface and trotting towards him.
Loki peers down at the cat stretching to set both paws top the shelf and observe, the tip of his lush tail arching to and fro. “Even human you wouldn’t know the first thing to look for. Difficult as it is a task for you, would you be still somewhere?”
An answering meow and he doesn’t move. Loki pulls an exasperated look, kneels then beside him and Tony descends to they’re at face-length. Which they aren’t. For a moment Loki speaks not a pensive gaze to him, before asking:
“…Kitchen?” Tail paused, then Tony nods. Loki lifts him again and moves forward.
“Where are you going?” asked Bruce and to was coldly responded:
“Did you even bother checking if he needed anything?”
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Tony drinks awkwardly from the bowl of water Loki’d filled for him top the counter. The god leaned back against it arms-crossed smirking. “I wonder, had they targeted you on accident, or had you been particularly provocative.” A long, low meow spoke plainly. “Mm I thought so.” Tony rolled his eyes and straightened then. “Hungry?” Shook his head. “Bathroom?” Again quite dreadful of the pending need and how precisely he would relieve it. He wishes Loki’ll be able to change him back in due time, fast. He appreciates althesame Loki checking on him this way and he wishes he could say it.
He settles for clambering back onto Loki’s shoulder the mage chuckles richly. “Something tells me you’re rather enjoying this. Can’t blame you. I’d shifted to feline form many times. The agility’s quite beneficial.” The meow answering tones curious. “A story for another time,” Loki dismissed when the lift dinged, revealing Pepper. Seeing the cat she halts in her step eyes wide.
“Oh no. Absolutely not. We are not having cats in the tower.”
“Let me guess,” Loki scorned dryly. “Not a cat person. Not a dog person either. Not a people person, really.” Unimpressed she crossed both arms and Tony meowed at him to knock it off. Loki answers: “What, you disagree?” Meowed again louder. Pepper eyed the pair irately.
“Where’s Tony?”
“You’re looking at him.” She blanches. Tony meows in way of greet. She eyes the pair bizarrely. Loki brushed past her as she called:
“What??” Gave a wave the lift closing.