When Tony walked into his workshop the last thing he expected to see was Loki stood in the kitchen-corner making toast. But he was. Of all the strange things that could have happened, this was probably in the top ten. Though, all things considered, it was probably low on the list.
"Hey." He says, nodding towards him. Loki waves jauntily from his spot on the counter, and continues to glare at the toaster. "Do you think it would be plausible to make one of the toaster-knives from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy?" asks Loki. "Only, I want my toast now." Tony shrugs, it's a possibility, and by that same token he could also use those to make light-sabres. He decides to look into it. Jumping down from his spot, Loki grabs a knife from the drawer which was previously beneath his legs, before leaning across the small kitchen to grab the butter from the fridge.
The toaster pops, and Loki grabs the warmed bread, spreading a layer of butter over the top. It melts into a slimy pool of yellow goop, which Loki seems pleased with, and he darts his tongue out to lick the rest of the butter from the knife.
He manages to make it look like he doesn't know Tony is watching him, as he trails his tongue alone the serrated edge of the knife, and removes all traces of butter from it, but he does notice it. Of course, Stark was never one to keep his mind on the straight and narrow, and coughs uncomfortably. "Stop it. You'll cut yourself, and then your tongue will bleed."
Loki raises an eyebrow. "Your point is?"
"I'd have to find a way to stop the bleeding. And it's your tongue, which drastically reduces the chance of my being able to use a Band-Aid on it."
"Oh really. So if I were to do this," Loki makes a small cut on his tongue, and a drop of blood pools to the surface. "What would you do?" Stark leans in close, "Well… I might possibly have to do something like this." Loki is almost certain he knows what is coming, but Stark reaches behind him to grab a glass, and fill it with water. "Drink." He commands; and Loki- for once- does as he is told, drinking before spitting the water down the sink.
He heals the cut quickly, before stealing a kiss from the shorter man. "Can't trick a trickster, Stark." He says, taking a bite of the toast. Tony chuckles. "No I can't. Now eat your toast, I have things to do."