Tony blinked and sat up in bed, the sheets around him shielding his naked lower half. Loki lay beside him, his pale back bright In the new sunlight. Giving A small, happy smile, He slid out of bed, slipped into a pair of sweatpants and headed towards the kitchen.
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Loki sat up and ran his fingers through his matted black hair. He had an awful taste in his mouth reminiscent of cat piss, but he tried to ignore it. There was a smell in the air of cooking meat, and that of a sort of baking. Sliding out of bed, he slipped on his silk pajama bottoms and walked to the kitchen.
Tony was standing over the stove, shirtless as well, poking fearfully at the meat spitting in the pan. He suddenly jerked back, Pain contorting his face.
"Shit! Goddamn bacon-" He looked up and noticed Loki staring at him quizzically. "What? Never cooked bacon without a shirt before?"
"Actually, no." Loki replied, walking over to the stove. The bacon inside the pan was slowly turning a reddish pink, but was still half raw. Looking around the kitchen, Loki noticed a large bowl in the sink full of murky water, and a plate stacked high with thin bread cakes. Before he could pick one up, however, Tony swatted his hand. "Wait until the bacon's done."
Scowling, Loki grabbed the spatula from him. "Which will take all day, if you do it. Honestly, it's like you're afraid of it." Loki walked to the stove. "Honestly-" A piece of bacon suddenly popped, and Loki jumped as hot grease touched his uncovered chest. "Mother of Joten!" He yelled.
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Loki and Tony had pancakes, and half cooked bacon. It could have been worse, they agreed; they could have continued to be tortured by the cooking meat.
