A/N: New chapter yay! Updates will be slower on this one, mostly because it feels like it has a different flow than the others I'm writing, so I want to make it live up to that. I like to put heart into my writings. :) A big THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed, who faved, who alerted, anything to this story! It shows me that you like it and you want me to continue. I just hope that I can keep it going, and keep it sounding good. You're all beautiful people.

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Tony wasn't sure why he was going down to the lower level, and he wasn't sure why he had a take out container with him. He especially wasn't sure why he was standing in front of a glass door looking at a very bored looking Norse God. Tony was still sporting bruises and scratches from the fight, and glass of the window he was thrown through, and honestly he wanted to lie in his bed and sleep for a week.

"So, I figured that food is usually a good thing to have when you drink. Usually you want to eat before you drink, but I've never really followed that rule." Loki looked up and raised an eyebrow as Tony walked into the room. "Thor seemed to think that the schwarma was passable, so I thought I'd see what you thought. I think it's a need to make sure that our food is better than that on Asgard." Loki raised an eyebrow.

"If you are here to mock me, Stark, I would prefer it if you left." Loki was sitting on the makeshift bed and crossed his arms.

"I am non mocking man." Tony put the bag on a table as he pulled up a chair.

"Then why have you come down here?" Loki sighed.

"There's this small thing that's been bothering me, actually." Tony could lie just as well as the Liesmith himself could. "When we first brought you in, back in Germany, you're eyes were blue. I mean, really blue, freaky blue." Yeah, he noticed back then, honestly, who wouldn't. "I can't help but notice that right now, they are not so blue. Slight of hand, or something else?" Tony leaned his elbows on his knees and watched the man, his face as impassive as ever.

He remembered when he first saw Loki, standing in the middle of a plaza decked out in full armor, scepter as his weapon and at the ready. Until he had made his grand entrance and saved the day. He was glad that he was in his suit when Loki's battle attire had faded away and he saw the God for the first time. But even that didn't strike so much as when they were headed back to the Helicarrier.

"What's the matter?" Steve had looked over at Loki when the storm had started. "Scared of a little lightning?" Tony looked back and almost frowned. This wasn't the man they had just taken from Germany. This man was scared, he looked small in his seat, he was actually cowering.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," the man had quietly answered back. No, this wasn't the same man. His voice didn't have any kind of demand, any kind of expectations in it. Tony almost thought that he was just waiting for someone to walk over, hug him, and tell him that it was just lighting and that it couldn't reach him inside the quinjet.

Of course, Tony was wrong.

"I can make anyone see what I want them to see." Tony was brought back to the present and he looked over at Loki. He could tell that the man was hiding behind his masks. Tony should know, he used them all the time.

"That I know, funnily enough. I've seen your tricks. But let's see, you didn't answer my question, which means you're avoiding it. I find that highly interesting." Tony watched as Loki remained still and impassive, and unfortunately, quiet. "Alright," he stood up and grabbed the bag of food. "I'm gonna leave this with you, eat it if you want, but I'm gonna get some sleep. I feel like I've been thrown out of a window- oh wait."

Tony punched in the code to open the door, confident that the chain around Loki's wrist would keep him from trying to escape. He pulled the door open and walked in carefully, saw that Loki wasn't going to grab the bag, and bent over to put the bag on the floor. When he straightened his eyes widened slightly as he felt his heart try to jump out his throat. Loki was so close that their chests were almost touching.

Tony felt a breath by his ear and he briefly wondered if the others were watching the camera feed. "Why are you different than most mortals? You seem to see through the facade." Tony took a couple of steps back and Loki studied him for a second.

"Because I've been there." Loki raised an eyebrow but Tony turned on his heel, shut the door without turning back and left the room. If he jogged up the steps to his room when he was out of sight it wasn't because he was thinking about what had just happened, he just really wanted to sleep. At least that's what he was telling himself.

If he dreamed of Loki that night it was because of the days previous events, not because he couldn't get the demi-god off of his mind. Tony knew he'd never believe his own lie though.