Loki had a schedule to keep and he certainly wasn't going to let Tony change that. He had watched as the man walked out of his shop and he hoped on Yggdrasil it self that he would never come back. Of course Loki knew that Tony would come back, again and again most likely. But for the time being he was gone. And Loki was alone once more.

As he straightened the chairs, noting how yet another one would need help in staying straight for whoever sat upon it, he kept the illusion off. He washed cups, getting out every last residual tea stain. He scraped bits of left behind coffee into little vials as if they were some precious thing. Loki cleared away the napkins and bits of left behind paper. He watched as his fingers twitched and the bones slipped out of place. He watched his skin stretch and pull. But eventually the store was in order once more. And he placed the illusion back upon his body feeling utter relief in doing so. But this time he left some of the scars stay, a few on the arms and fewer still on his hands.

When Tony had left he was already doing the equations for new magic cuffs that could made. In the time it took Happy to pull up infront of the shop, Tony had tweaked bits and pieces till his head was spinning with possibility. He slipped in the car. Literally slipped, because he didn't have the mindset to keep watch on where he placed his feet. What mattered was the work.

Loki didn't sleep much that night. He had turned the lights off in his shop, made sure the door was locked up tight, and then checked everything again and again before heading to his rooms on the second floor.

Tony didn't sleep at all that night. Instead he locked himself in his lab. He pulled out every spec and hologram Jarvis could find and soon enough every flat surface was covered in spare parts or old versions of Loki's restraints. It didn't help that he had no idea which variation was in use on Loki so all the work to modify them was slightly guess work. Not that he would have complained about that if anyone was around to complain to. Though after a bit of mumbling, Jarvis broke through Shield security and narrowed Tony's guess work.

He couldn't sleep. Loki couldn't sleep even after a calm day so he had no clue why he had taken a shower and changed into pajamas. Didn't know why he had curled up into his bed as if he could just drift off into blissful slumber. He tossed and turned. He closed his eyes and saw bloody knives with too much blood. He flinched and made his eyes pop wide open only to try closing them to find worse images.

Loki got out of bed when he couldn't stop seeing Frigga die. Of course he hadn't been there when she had passed. And no one had ever bothered to tell him exactly what happened. He decided it was worse not knowing. Because without the facts he would fill in his own and by this point he knew far too many ways to die. Could arrange the ways from least to most painful. Quickest to the most drawn out. And the images played one right after another after another. So he rolled out of bed and with a flick of his wrist instrumental music filled his rooms.

Tony had his music on full blast. He bobbed his head to a personal playlist that Bruce absolutely refused to have in any lab he was set to work in. As if he could claim AC/DC would bring the Hulk out. Of course that meant when Tony went down to his own personal lab he would play his music at levels that both Pepper and Jarvis would disapprove of. But any thought of their disapproval quickly left his head as he picked up the pass of his work. Soon his motions were in perfect time with any and every guitar from his playlist. And all that mattered was the work. Nothing else. And certainly not the reason for the edits being made to his nearly perfect magic restraints.

Violins and cellos filled Loki's bedroom. The ebb and flow calmed his mind enough so he could focus. And he moved in time to each measure. He danced, sort of. Starting with his hands and moving to his arms till eventually his whole body was moving in time to each swell of sound. A mixture of meditation and magical movement. Fingers bent in ways that some would say they were broken but he knew with a thought his seidr could be released so easily. He could feel it practically dancing along side him, inside him. Power, pure power. He lowered the music with another flick of his wrist and went to the kitchen. If he wasn't going to sleep he could at least do something productive.

Jarvis said he had been his lab for the entire night. And Tony supposed that was why he was hungry and slightly tired. Of course that didn't mean he was going to go to bed. Instead he went up to the communal kitchen, grabbed some pancakes that Steve had been making, and went right back to work. The moment the pancakes were gone the sparks started flying once more. He knew that he would be done soon enough. Though he still wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to allow Loki the use of more of his magic. Of course he felt bad, who wouldn't. He could see how far the God had fallen. And it wasn't like Loki had been the most sane the last time they met. But Tony felt bad and knew he could help, it was his tech after all. But on the other hand, he couldn't or perhaps he shouldn't just hand over more power to the would be conqueror. Instead of letting his thoughts wander back and forth any longer he had Jarvis turn up the volume as high as his speakers would allow and he continued with the enhancements to the bracelets.

Loki liked cooking. Sure it was so late that it was morning but cooking was like spell casting. It almost never mattered what time the steps were done. What mattered was following, most of, the steps the way they had been written. This late night cooking session he found himself working on a lemon bar recipe. Yes he already sold lemon bars in Tea and Potions but he felt they weren't quite right, at least not yet. As the tempo to his instrumental music picked up so did the pace of his own movements. Beside each batter he wrote the ingredients. Some had more butter, others had less flour. And by the time the sun rose he had made eight variations. Yet still he wasn't content with how any of them tasted. Perhaps he just didn't care for lemon squares anymore.