The next morning Loki woke up slowly. He seemed to float back to consciousness bit by bit. When he finally woke up, completely, his breathing hitched before quickly evening out. If anyone had looked over at him it would have looked like he was still fast asleep. The music from the night before was still playing gently around him. As if Jarvis had actually tried to make him comfortable even in sleep. Loki opened his eyes and for brief minute thought he was alone. Surprised that he found that thought upsetting, he was happier then he should have been when Tony walked back into the room. He had a mug in each hand and held one out to Loki. Loki pushed back the blanket that he didn't remember covering himself with and reached out for the offered mug.

"Sorry it's probably not up to your normal standard but not all of us can be amazing baristas." Tony passed him an obscenely large mug which was a bit too full.

"One would think after years of drowning yourself in coffee you would be able to at least pour the proper amount of liquid into a cup," Loki said with a small smile as he grasped the mug. He quickly sipped before any could spill over the sides. Throat bobbing as he swallowed. Rather abruptly the mug banged as Loki put it down on the little round table in front of him. Despite drinking some to keep it from spilling, peppermint tea sloshed over the sides. Coughing a bit Loki leaned away from the offending mug. The corners of Loki's lips turned down and his eyes were so narrow they were almost closed for a moment. Shaking his head he walked into the kitchen and started boiling a new pot of water.

Tony had started to almost chug his cup of coffee but stopped mid gulp as Loki left the room. "What's wrong with it?" He had put in the sugar and milk and done all the steps he had seen Bruce do time and time again. At least he was pretty sure he did. Putting down his mug of coffee Tony picked up the abandoned mug of and took a sip. "Oh," his eyebrows lowered and formed an almost comical little V on his forehead.

Loki came back into the room. "How much sugar, Tony?" He threw a roll of paper towels at Tony's face before he disappeared back into the kitchen.

Putting down the mug Tony reached for the paper towels that had hit him in the nose and rolled across the carpet.

By the time Loki returned, the table was clean and the mug was empty. "Please don't tell me you drank all that sludge."

"It wasn't…"

Loki cut off Tony's argument with a single look.

"Okay so it wasn't great. But think about this. That was the first cup of tea I've, you know, put together in probably five years." Tony drank some of his perfectly brewed and sweetened coffee.

Holding his newly poured cup of tea close to him as if trying to protect it from Tony, Loki shook his head in disbelief. "How much sugar did you put in because I didn't even know drinks could get that cloyingly sweet. Yet despite the absorbent amount of sugar it still managed to have a bitter undertone of some sort. I'm rather certain there were bits of leaves floating around which I had no option but to drink. All of that is ignoring the rather disturbing fact that you picked the largest mug I own yet still could have used a larger mug to hold that monstrosity you insist upon calling tea."

"Fine. I'll leave the tea making to you and Brucie. I'll stay in my lane and keep with the coffee."

Loki laughed. It was a quiet almost cautious sounding laugh. "That might be for the best."

The two sat in silence for a few moments, comfortable silence. The music continued to play in the background making sure it was never completely silent in the room.

Once Loki's cup was empty he stood up. Walking over to Tony he snatched up his mug as well. "Would you like something sickeningly sweet or a bit more widely enjoyed?" Before Tony had a chance Loki was making his way to the kitchen.

As Tony leaned back in his chair the mug full of the god awful tea floated off of the table and flew into the kitchen. "I...uh...I guess I was right."

A loud hum of inquiry was heard from the direction of the kitchen along with the quiet chiming of silver spoons tapping against various cups.

Talking a bit louder Tony called out, "Your magic or whatever just needed a recharge. It must be back or else you wouldn't have been able to wingardium leviosa that mug."

"Wingardium leviousa."

Tony could hear the question though it definitely wasn't phrased as one. "It's spell not wait it's a charm in this book series. I think you would like it, Harry Potter. It's about this kid who finds out he's a wizard. He goes to wizard school and fights bad guys. It's a cornerstone of earthy pop culture."

Carrying two mugs and balancing a large plate of cookies on top of them Loki came back into the room. "Are you recommending these books simply because I'm what you consider to be a wizard or because they actually matter to Midgardians."

"A little bit of both actually."

Loki put everything down without spilling a drop or crumb. He handed Tony the coffee he had specially made for him. Then he curled up on the couch with his second cup of tea and several chocolate chip cookies. "Go on. Tell me what you think."

Eying Loki, looking for a sign of anything from mischief to an evil plot, Tony took the smallest sip of coffee he ever had in his entire life. Only a drop of coffee actually managed to get out of the cup and onto his tongue. Tony tried again and this time he could actually taste the coffee. It was good, possibly a bit too much naturally pepperminty for Tony's tastes but the chocolate want well with it.

As Tony started chugging the fresh cup of coffee Loki said, "It turns out that tea is good for something. It pairs with my chocolate coffee rather well. Not great but I suppose you'll make due. Take a cookie. Take as many as you want I have six trays worth."

Tony drank the last dredges of his coffee and picked up a cookie. Speaking with a mouthful of half of a rather large cookie Tony mumbled, "You wanna talk about it?"

Trying to play dumb Loki asked, "Talk about what."

After finishing the cookie Tony said, "The panic attack. I get it if you don't want to talk about it but sometimes it can help. I'm here for you and your baked goods. And if you don't tell me what happened I'll probably badger Jarvis who won't tell me until I hack my own system. I just...I feel bad because it probably only happened because I let you live here and I don't want to continue some cycle of whatever mental abuse trip you're on." Tony picked up another cookie. He made a face which was almost comical, eyes wide and mouth agape. "I bet Clint came up here didn't he. Idiot. I didn't tell Jarvis to lock down the place and you wouldn't have thought of it."

Before Tony could ramble himself into a panic Loki interrupted him. "It was my own fault alright. I…" He was going to lie, wanted to lie. With a sigh he told the truth despite the knotting of his stomach that followed the decision. Tony deserved that at least, the truth. "I left these rooms yesterday. I went to the gardens and lost myself in a book. Barton snuck up on me which won't happen again." He looked pointedly at one of Jarvis's cameras. "He shared some obvious insight into how he feels about me. It is not as big of a deal as you seem to think it is." Loki nibbled at one of the cookies he had grabbed, "And you're wrong. I did not have a panic attack because of you. I had one because I am weak and a fool. It will not happen again."

Tony pushed himself out of the chair and walked over to Loki, "You're not weak or a fool or an argr whatever that means." He leaned down and hugged Loki for a few seconds. As he leaned back he said, "Jarvis if you hide something like this from me again I will rewire your entire system till the only thing you'll be good for is basic surveillance."

"Of course, sir. I should have told you but-"

"But I asked Jarvis to keep it between us." Loki grimaced at the bitter taste that little lie left on his tongue. "I thought that you would not need to know or be bothered by an incident which will not happen again. And I assure you it will not happen again. I have many more panic attacks which I will face in my rather long life but having a conversation with Barton will not cause any more of them. That's all it was, a conversation, no one was hurt."

Shaking his head Tony disagreed, "You were hurt. Besides you don't get to control a panic attack. Not really." Tony took another cookie, "How about we get something to eat."

"We have something to eat," Loki said holding up his partly eaten cookie.

"I meant something vaguely nutritional like pizza or something deep fried or both."

Loki laughed and finished his cookie. "Pizza would be nice."

"You heard the wand-carrier, Jarvis. Call up that pizza place. The good one. The one with the slices the size of Steve's dorito body. Put in an order for one of everything. No actually, two of everything. We can send the leftovers throughout the tower if there even are leftovers." Tony flopped down on the couch beside Loki. "Continue to charge up your magic batteries, today we watching all the Disney you don't know about, eating all the pizza, and not thinking about a single thing. It's my coping mechanism of choice. Probably not the best one out there but it's the one I like best."