Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist looked down at the svelte body he was currently NOT coddling like there was no tomorrow, thank you very much.
He drank in his every feature, like it was the last time he'd ever see them. As though he'd never see that shoulder freckle again.
Though two years of passionate, loving (sweaty) romance should fill him with security, it just magnifies his doubts.
What was he thinking? Loki was a God, and there was no way he-
"Tony."
The God in question nuzzled into Tony's chest, eyes narrowed adorably, and he let out an adorable huff of air.
"You think too loudly."
He sighed contently, as the mechanic tightened his arms around him.
He said something sounded suspiciously like "I love you." But it couldn't be that. Surely.
Tony went back to sleep, his doubts miraculously put to rest.
The engineer long lost to the world, Loki the trickster rolled his eyes.
"My idiot." He said warmly.