Loki liked watching the rain. The soft pitter patter of the drops against the glass was soothing. It blurred the outside world that he was uncertain even existed.

He was not aware of the passage of time. The six month anniversary of his invasion would have gone unnoticed if not for Jarvis flipping through the channels while Tony drank his morning coffee. Loki had tried reading his expression, but the engineer did not seem to have seen the news banner that ran on the bottom of the screen.

That had been hours ago though. Tony and Ms. Potts had left earlier dressed in eveningwear. It was dark outside now, dark inside too. Jarvis hadn't bothered turning on the lights for Loki when he sat in the living room. Loki was fine with that. It allowed him to watch the raindrops catch the stray New York lights as they raced down the glass panes.

He was used to the dark anyway. It was all he knew in the Void, other than spiraling madness. At least now he was comfortably snuggled in Tony's favorite seat with a soft blanket wrapped around him. He wasn't cold, thirsty, or hungry. Anywhere he could go people would hate him, and this penthouse was no exception, but at least here he was also accepted. Loki didn't have to hide himself.

Tony accepted him as an easily ignored nuisance and Ms. Potts tolerated him since that was easier than arguing with Tony about Loki's presence. He knew that she could easily sway Tony into throwing him out, or worse locking him away.

Loki did his best to avoid her, but there were some instances where he could not such as when he was in the middle of cooking when she arrived on the penthouse floor. The hall from the elevator to the rest of the floor first opened to the kitchen. He had been in the middle of making crepe batter for breakfast tomorrow when she walked in, immaculate as ever. Loki had moved out of her way when she walked into the kitchen, but had ended up scrambling back over when he realized she was about to use the coffee maker. He quickly unplugged the hand mixer he'd used earlier and plugged back in the coffee maker.

Ms. Potts hadn't commented, but Loki still counted that as a point on the long list of reasons she'd use to convince Tony to kick him out, not that he needed a reason to do so…

Loki was pulled out of his musings by the lights in the hallway coming on. He looked towards it, pushing himself further into his seat and the shadows. A mechanical ping alerted him to the elevator doors opening. He recognized Ms. Potts' giggling and Tony's muffled voice. There was a faint clattering followed by more giggling. A moment later Loki saw the couple. Tony was carrying Ms. Potts in his arms and her face was flushed. His glazed brown eyes made it clear he was intoxicated.

"Pepper Potts, forget-me-notts." Tony crooned to her and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "Sage green eyes, killer thighs."

"Tony," she pretended to threaten him and he chuckled.

"The softest lips, grab-able hips." Tony spun them around and she let out a shriek. "I love you, yes I do, Pepper Potts." His voice echoed as they disappeared down the hallway and to their bedroom.

Loki bowed his head and brushed his hand through his hair, wishing it was Tony's hand.

"It's not fair…" His words were barely a whisper.

But it was fair. A part of him knew that.

Loki wasn't supposed to get what he wanted. He didn't deserve what he wanted.