"Stark, what in the Nine Realms-?" Loki coughed as he entered the kitchen, waving away a streamer of smoke. Tony stood at the stove, industriously stirring at a pan of something that had probably once been edible. Loki stared. "Are you...cooking?" The young man glanced over his shoulder. "I was. I figured I should start doing more stuff myself." he said sourly. "You, ah...you made a valiant effort." Loki gestured at the pan."What is- what was it...?" Tony gave his creation a thoughtful look. "Pancakes, I think. Guess that doesn't matter much now." with a shrug, he turned and chipped the remains into the garbage. "Could you not have asked JARVIS to make something for you?" "I could." "Perhaps you should have done so. I have yet to see you successfully cook anything by yourself." The inventor gave him a sidelong look. "Thanks for that vote of confidence." "I'm merely stating the truth." Loki said with a shrug. "What the purpose of your little venture, anyway?" "I told you, I-" "No. I know you, Anthony Stark. You don't do something like this without good reason." Tony sighed. "It was going to be a surprise." The god looked momentarily baffled, then a subtle smile crossed his face. He leaned forward and gave Tony a brief kiss. "Consider me surprised, then." Ton returned the smile. He looked at the burnt mess in the garbage can, then back at Loki. "How 'bout I buy you dinner instead?"
