The next morning was fresh. Rain fell over the city, and bathed everything it touched. He rather liked those days. Tony stretched in bed and ruffled his hair before grabbing some clothes. He bathed and went to the kitchen when the sight of readymade coffee caught his attention. He looked around, half expecting to see Pepper, but he didn't. The only other person who could have done it was Loki. Tony looked at the coffee and served himself some before testing it. There didn't seem to be anything wrong. He took a sip, and sighed through his nose. It was good, and certainly better than anything he fixed. Maybe Pepper had stopped by earlier and realized he was still sleeping. The brunette sipped his coffee, listening to the sound of rain when another caught is ears: Music. Piano music. Ah Pepper, she knew how to wake a man up. But as Tony approached the music, he remembered one little fact: Pepper couldn't play the piano.
"Pep?" He called out the woman's name, his tension high when he received no response. Instead, the music stopped, and a flustered looking Loki tried to dart of the room, succeeding only in bumping into Tony, a cup of coffee in his hand.
"What were you doing?"
"Taking your piano apart slowly for my own enjoyment. Excuse me."
"You can play the piano?"
The questions were starting to aggravate Loki, and he tried to push his way past Tony only to be stopped again.
"Yes, I play. May I leave now?"
The fallen god didn't seem the least bit pleased, but Tony rather enjoyed the look on his face. He wondered if maybe that wasn't why Loki got on people's nerves, to see their reactions. He grinned and let the man keep walking.
"I didn't realize spoiled rich boys did things on their own."
Loki made no remark. He opted instead to stand by one of the large windows, and sip his coffee quietly.
"I play sometimes. Not much anymore though."
"Do you ever cease speaking?"
"I remember one time I played for a Christmas party. Ah, that was fun. After that I bought my own piano."
"Why are you telling me this? What makes you think that I would ever care about this?"
Tony looked at Loki then shrugged.
"You're always quiet, so I thought I'd do something to make you talk. Getting on your nerves seems to do the trick just fine."
"Then I shall go to quarters. Have a pleasant day, Mr. Stark." Loki put his cup in the sink and left. He hated this. Being surrounded by the creatures he'd tried to destroy. And not only powerless and alone, but forgotten. Rejected by those he'd relied on the most. If he'd only kept his temper, if only he'd been able to deny the offer from the Chitauri. Loki felt a pain in his chest and ignored the thought.
That was interesting. Tony poured himself another cup of coffee and hummed in thought as he enjoyed his drink. It tasted good. He wasn't too surprised that Loki knew how to work the coffee maker. The fallen god was more than smart when it came to technology, getting to the point of actually rewiring JARVIS more than once. But what really got Tony's attention was the fact that the man had made coffee at all. He'd assumed Loki wouldn't drink something like that, though he wasn't sure why. For as long as they'd been staying together, he couldn't claim to know very much about Loki. The man was as mysterious as he had been the firs they met.
It was sometime before Loki dared leave his room. He enjoyed the silence, if only because at least alone he couldn't be hurt. He headed back to the room with the piano, and touched his fingers across it gently. It felt cold, but welcoming. He smiled slightly and took a seat, his fingers almost itching to play. And he did. He closed his eyes, and listened as the melody flowed from the piano and through the whole room. It was bitter-sweet, and hit its fair share of sad notes before flowing into a calm tune. Loki played the song for a good while, making it up as he went along when he suddenly tensed up and stopped. Someone was watching him. He looked around and saw no one, but could feel eyes on him. It wasn't until he looked again that he noticed a camera aimed right at him. Of course. The fallen god scowled and glared at the thing when a voice spoke up.
"You can keep playing, don't mind me."
"Do you find much enjoyment in pestering me?"
"Immense enjoyment."
He wouldn't play this game. Loki stood and left the room, about to go back to his own when a horrible reality dawned on him: there were cameras throughout the tower. Which meant…He quickly burst into his room and looked all over before finding at least four cameras hidden throughout. And they were all pointed at him.