Eventually Tony left Loki alone. He took the elevator up to the penthouse and Loki was free to do what he wished. Tony was sorely tempted to have Jarvis update him on any little thing that Loki might do, as if it was his responsibility to rush down to Loki at the first infinitesimal sign of a panic attack or other such problem. And of course he gave into temptation if only just slightly. He would be alerted of any attacks, panic or otherwise, and of anything Loki requested from Jarvis.

The second Tony left Apartment 6 Loki turned his back to the elevator and walked back to the bookshelves, his bookshelves. He felt the need to remind himself of that fact. His fingers caressed the spines of books as if they could be lovers. Every so often he would pause, tip the top corner away from the rest, and take the book to a slightly different yet more appropriate location. When he was finally satisfied with the placement of all of his books Loki took a step back and just looked at them for a few moments. He took in a deep breath and tried to remember all the nonsense that Tony had said when they had been unpacking. All he could seem to remember was something about a flamingo which was far from helpful. Instead he just shook his head and shifted another book slightly to the left so the title would be perfectly straight resting on his bookshelf.

"What do you mean he's still organizing the his living room bookshelf!?" Tony looked at one of the cameras in his lab that was positioned right in his line of sight so he could talk directly with Jarvis while looking the AI system in the metaphorical eye, "It's been, what, half an hour. What could he possibly doing. They looked fine when Steve left, let alone when I did."

"Sir, when Mr. Rogers left apartment six most of Mr. Odinson's books were still in the boxes used to bring them up to the the apartment. And when you left he had several volumes still in those aforementioned boxes. Since you left he has been organizing and reorganizing those books in what I must assume is his preferred viewing pattern much like you do here in the lab with...well everything in the lab."

Tony smiled at the camera, "So he's settling in okay?" He went back to tinkering once Jarvis assured him that Loki was in fact perfectly fine and settling in and "not currently showing any signs of distress."

Once Loki was finished putting his books away he wasn't entirely sure what he was meant to do, nothing else needed to be put away or meticulously arranged. It was too early to justify getting ready for bed let alone the fact that he wasn't particularly tired. He hadn't been particularly tired in what felt like years. So for several minutes Loki simply stood in front of the almost filled bookshelves and tried to figure out what he should or could be doing. Perhaps that was why he jumped absurdly high when a voice asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Odinson?"

Once Loki's feet landed firmly back on the ground he looked around for where the voice could have come from. Before he could pinpoint an exact location the voice continued, "Sorry for startling you, sir, but you seemed like you were trying to recall something. Can I be of assistance?"

"Who or what exactly are you?" Loki asked in a huff. His arms folded across his chest and his eyes flicking back and forth as if he would spot some unseen person appear from behind the woodwork.

"I am Jarvis, Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. Mr. Stark programmed me and my systems into this household in order to do any and everything its inhabitants may need. I control everything from heating and cooling of the premises, engine analysis of Mr. Stark's cars, to making sure all inhabitants are well cared for. So, is there anything I can do to help you settle in, Mr. Odinson?"

Loki glared up at the ceiling, "For starters you can stop referring to me by a name that I have no right in claiming. I am Loki son of none and you may call me such if that is what you wish." Loki looked away from the spot on the ceiling he had picked to focus all his anger on. He licked his lips and seemed almost hesitant to continue as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, "If you feel such a need to sound proper and give me some semblance of a last name you may call me Liesmith, Skywalker, or if you're feeling particularly generous you could refer to me as Friggason."

"But which would you prefer, Sir?"

"I-" Loki sighed and let his arms fall to his sides, "I would prefer Friggason, for now, but I don't...I don't think…"

Jarvis watched as Loki struggled to finish his sentence for .046 seconds before he cut Loki off and said, "Your preference has been noted, Loki Friggason, is there anything else you require?"

Loki paused and soon the largest smile blossomed across his face. In a voice so quiet Jarvis wasn't even certain if he was meant to hear it Loki said, "Friggason. He actually listened and acted as if..."

After several seconds of awestruck and almost grateful sounding mumbling Loki looked back up at the ceiling, "Tony had mentioned other floors. Could you tell me which of the floors I am allowed access to?"

"Of course I can. You have clearance for the medical floor, media center, Kitchen with attached Dining Room, lego room, greenhouse, library, pool, rockwall "room", gym, and what Mr. Stark refers to as the puzzle room. Of course you can request access to any and all floors such as the apartments of the other inhabitants but I assume the above mentioned rooms should be enough for now."

With a flick of his wrist Loki filled the room with his preferred playlist from Tea and Potions, song after song filled with instruments from all times and places. He caressed the spines of a few of his books and removed a precious handful from the shelves. "What floor would the greenhouse be on?" He asked as he made his way to the elevator.

Jarvis opened the elevator doors before Loki reached out to press the button. He answered, "The greenhouse occupies floors 58 and 59." Once Loki stepped into the elevator the doors clicked softly shut. "Is there anything else you require, Mr. Friggason?"

Loki shook his head and looked at the very obvious camera in the corner of the elevator. "Not right now...Thank you." He looked back down, hugged his books tight to his chest and held his breath as he tapped the button for the 58th floor. His eyes seemed to brighten as the light for the button glowed and he released the breath he'd been holding when the elevator started moving. He didn't quite smile, not truly, but for once he felt like he might be able to smile and keep it. For once the scars hidden under his illusions didn't seem to hurt as intensely. For once Loki was calm.