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He’s starved and he wants to see what’s prepped so he heads up braced for japes – Clint instantly exclaims: “Hi Kitty!” shit-eating grin on his face.
Eyes rolled Tony drawled: “Yeah yeah, get it out of your system,” instead Clint gets out his phone – Tony points, asserts: “You wanna lose it? Want me to dig up nerdy pictures from your high school years and turn it into every Shield agent’s screensaver??” Nat smirks from by him top the sofa. On the chair adjacent Steve gets over the shock of the sight swiftly to amusement, moreso when Clint whines:
“Aw come on! We have to preserve this moment!”
“The only thing that’s gonna get preserved is your permanent humiliation.”
“Dick. I liked you better as a cat.” Steve sets down his emptied plate of breakfast on the coffee table and turns, spotting Loki at the archway to the kitchen asks:
“Loki he’s not seriously gonna stay this way.” The god grins.
“Oh I’m afraid one can’t be sure. Perhaps he may,” leans against the frame sips coffee. Tony gives an irate look, hoping it well masks the blood his restless heart pumps fast up to tint his cheeks, the tips of his cat ears.
“He’s joking,” Bruce says moving past Tony to the sitting space. Clint probes:
“I thought you were some hotshot wizard, can’t get a simple shape-shifting spell right??” Loki pulls an unimpressed face and iterates:
“Just as most humans, yourself included of course, you lack both intellect and common sense. A marvel, really. This amateur idiot scribbled out spells as would a child, unorganized, incoherent, and incomplete. Perhaps if you hadn’t been hasteful in her termination she’d have reversed it herself, assuming she even knew how to.”
“Most of that’s sounding like excuses. And you really wanna talk ‘common sense’, you?”
“Clint shut up,” thoughtless Tony said, surprising no one he often interjects where Loki is concerned, most of this concerned, but Loki who needs none speaking on his behalf
yet when does Tony Stark for some reason, it very much pleased him.
“What’s for breakfast?” the smith said concluding other topics, brushing past Loki into the kitchen and lifting a plate. Loki follows, close. Tony shot the smirking god a wary glance as he filled up on scrambled eggs and sauteed potato cubes. “What do you want, snowflake?” {Many things, kitten.} No answer – Done with the game Tony sets down the plate turned to him in full to see.
Was this a game?
“If I knew you liked cats so much I’d have gotten you one,” to see how far Loki would play; he doesn’t miss a beat gleaming greens closer lean Loki states:
“I don’t.”
“Yeah? So what suddenly you’re finding me irresistible?”
“…Not suddenly,” and now that, with Loki’s smirk prominent still his sly eyes yet, softened at the edge amusement giving way and green eyes decline and Tony can’t think for a second. Then presses:
“When’s the last time you had sex, Lokes?” quietly and caught off guard yes it shows, before recovering quickly the god grins.
“Why, are you offering?”
Refusing to back down now Tony keeps composed as he can, retorts: “…If I was?” less humor in his tone than he’d hoped.
And that is when Loki inched near all humor gone, tone calm and stern althesame Tony suppressed a shiver. “Then I’d tell you that I,” lithe hand curled round his chin Loki emphasized each word: “Do not. Share.” Stunned by this and the gravity that befell
Tony sees.
Greens decline to his mouth that had parted his eyes falling lidded his heart thunders, falters as his ears pick up on this low, little soft growl Loki emanates inching just closer, gaze dark licks his lips, and Tony’s every nerve lights up with want. Loki’s eyes return to his in them he gets his answer. The god leaves.
Tony asks Jarvis where Pepper is.