Interpret
“Come now don’t be sour,” Loki drawls in the lift. “There are numerous resolutions. I’m simply looking for the most promising. You wouldn’t want me experimenting on you now would you?” Tony grumbles. “It’s really not the worst thing. You could’ve been a sloth. Or a penguin.” The meow abrupt was more akin to laughter. Loki smiled. Thoughtless Tony shifted a bit closer, before the lift opened and Loki picked him up over his shoulder and he made no protest though he ought to at some point, he knows.
On their way back to Loki’s room the mage says: “I wonder what you might find edible.” And Tony meows because he’s hungry now. “I sincerely doubt cheeseburgers is a wise choice right now.” He laughs again. “Maybe your android can get creative. Jarvis find some recipe of mini burgers, and I mean miniscule. Have Barb prepare it, plus a normal size one and bring them down here.”
“Very well, sir.” Tony smiles, nudges Loki’s head with his own murmurs, and Loki softens, rubbed down his back the Stark’s eyes shut contented.
Inside Loki’d set him down switched on the tv it protracts from the ceiling. Half-way through a randomly picked Friends’ episode Tony moves to lounge against the pillows, one closer to Loki who was with some novel the bookworm he was. He glances at Tony his gaze, warm in a way that made the latter abandon hesitance and settle to lean against him, blinking up with big black eyes that the god smiles and reaches, pets down the soft pelt. He watches Tony watch him, voiceless. He looks to his book so with the lack of protest, revels in the soft touch, as Tony whose eyes fall half-shut and he bodily relaxes, in a way he hasn’t in a long time that when he purrs again is again embarrassed by it, he is grateful Loki makes no comments. He ought bother to interpret just what Loki is doing, but then he would need to the same with himself because what was he allowing?
Loki scratches at a particularly sore spot low top his tail and he loses all thoughts. Problems for later.
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Two episodes after Barb comes in with the food and jokingly Loki warns the Stark of breadcrumbs. Though perhaps not the most conventional way to eat burgers and his taste pallet’s a bit off still he is quite satisfied in the end and after one bowl of water, he follows Loki into the bathroom left ajar where Loki’d washed his hands dapping at the towel,
as Tony stares quite horrifically, at the toilet, then Loki. The mage chuckled lightly before approaching, lifting him up onto the seat. “Try not to fall in. Call when you’re done I’ll open the door, and magic you clean,” winks and oh Tony is so very grateful Loki is here he has no idea how else he would’ve managed. Loki leaves the door shutting softly. It’s less horrific than he thinks it actually isn’t all that different.
He ends up pressed at Loki’s side again with the god’s arm around him petting gently. Tony lets his eyes close ignoring his own purrs falling promptly to sleep.