Oh dear God no. Tony kept himself from reacting and simply looked at the trickster curiously.

"You brought little ol' me back to my room? You know what? I'll make breakfast."

"You're in no condition Anthony. And it's already one in the afternoon. What in the Nine Realms were you thinking?"

"I-thinking? I wasn't thinking anything."

"Evidently not, otherwise you'd have had the sense to sleep in your room. Did you realize you made yourself ill? You spent most of the early morning moaning in your sleep."

It took all Tony's willpower not to groan. He made a puzzled face, trying to keep it cool.

"I guess I caught some morning sickness. I'm fine though. Just umm, just out of curiosity, did I say anything?"

"Only my name a few times and something I couldn't understand."

He was on the brink of a breakdown. He should have just stayed in his room where he could have at least had the door locked. Tony ran a hand over his face and smiled, trying to play off his nerves.

"I am so thankful. So let me take you out for lunch."

"I prefer to dine here. I've had more than enough of the dirty stares I get when I venture out."

"Then I'll order something you like. Pizza sound good?" Before Loki could interject, Tony stood and went into the living room, his television stuck on the main menu of one of his movies. God, why had he chosen that one? It was awful.

"JARVIS, never let me watch that movie again."

Of course sir.

The screen went black and Tony went into the kitchen.

"Are you sure you should be walking about? You were absolutely feverish last night."

"I can't have been that bad."

"Your moaning woke me from a pleasant dream, the first I've had in quite some time. So yes, it was that bad."

Now he just felt awful. Tony looked at Loki, hoping the trickster would smirk or show some sign of deceit.

"You serious?"

"Do I appear to be playing games?"

"I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You most certainly will." Loki straightened up and started making coffee. The playboy watched him for a moment, not suppressing the grin that bloomed on his lips.

"By the way, I must thank you."

"For being awesome?"

"No, you dolt. For your ridiculous suggestion. I left one of the lights on in the bathroom, and it did ease my sleep."

Tony felt his heart flutter in his chest, and his smile grew.

"I'm glad it helped. I could get you a smaller one. A little reindeer…."

"For the love of Odin, do not bring up those accursed beasts! I do not resemble a simple-minded animal!"

This was the Loki he liked. The Loki that didn't take crap from anybody, and fought tooth and nail for what little he had. The pair sat down for coffee and waited for their lunch to arrive.

"What exactly were you dreaming last night? It seemed almost as bad as one of my nightmares."

He really wasn't letting go of that. Tony sipped his coffee and tried to think of something to say. If he told the truth Loki would probably die of embarrassment, or kill Tony. If he lied and said it was about the Chitauri, Loki would probably be in a foul mood for the rest of the week.

"I just…You know I really don't remember."

"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes." Loki's jade eyes fixed on Tony, their power burning through the playboy. He really had no hope of lying to the man who had practically invented the craft, but it was worth trying.

"I dreamed that you were leaving. That you got your powers back and you were going back to Asgard."

"And why would that be such a bad thing?"

"Because I…" Tony stopped as he looked at Loki. The trickster stared at Tony, waiting for him to continue, his eyes pleading with him to say what he needed to hear. That he was wanted. The brunette felt his throat go dry and his heart skipped a beat.

"I don't want you to leave."

A soft smile curved Loki's lips, and he put a hand over his mouth as he looked away. A soft blush settled on the trickster's cheeks, and he seemed more than content with the answer.

"You're a strange man Mr. Stark. Very Strange."

The pizza arrived after a while, and Tony suddenly felt hungrier than he remembered. He downed two slices and reached for a third when he noticed Loki staring at him.

"What?"

"Have you no manners?"

"Not when I'm hungry." He replied simply and began chomping away at the third slice. Green eyes watched almost mortified. It wasn't as if he'd never seen someone devour their meal like a starved wolf; Thor seemed to think silverware was simply an accessory for the table. Not to mention every other man and woman in Asgard. For beings of such high authority, they certainly didn't act as refined as many would have expected. Now that Loki really thought about, maybe that should have been a big hint that he wasn't related to the messy blond. He was impeccable, on time, and always a gentleman. The trickster was beginning to think he wasn't even really a Jotun either. With a gratified gulp Tony finished his third slice and grinned.

"That was good."

"It certainly must have been." Loki rolled his eyes and finished his slice calmly, taking no more than could fit in his mouth without stretching his cheeks.

"Did you get some kind of training to act that way?" Tony stared at Loki. Watching the man do anything was like watching something amazing. Even tasks as simple as getting dressed or eating seemed fancier when the trickster did them. Loki was graceful and efficient in everything he did.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I don't know how you didn't guess earlier you weren't Thor's brother. I never thought that to begin with."

"It is a painfully obvious fact now." Loki raised an eyebrow testily and finished his pizza. The trickster wiped his lips then turned his attention to Tony. "Why?"

"I dunno. You're just a lot different. Where did you get that from?"

"Mostly from my mother. Everything Thor didn't pick up from her wisdom, I did. That includes manners and everything else that brutish man lacks."

"Do you ever get drunk?"

"Of course not. That's the act of pathetic fools who can't face their lives without being inebriated." Either he didn't know Tony was once a drunk himself, or he said that on purpose. Loki's lips curled into a little smirk and he sipped his drink.

"Is that right? And I suppose planning a full scale attack on random planets is the better way to deal with stress?"

"Do not test my patience Anthony. I have grown to despise you less, but do not forget that I know as much about JARVIS's workings as you."

"Touché." He really didn't want to have to try and rewire JARVIS when the AI thought Tony was the threat. "So does that mean you've never fallen in love either?"

Loki paused and set his cup down.