Loki was fairly certain that he was meant to say something. Or maybe he was meant to do something. Instead he watched Clint walk away and then he listened as his footsteps faded. He stood there in a doorway to a stairwell he hadn't even realized existed a half hour ago. He stood and listened to the ghosts of footsteps and repeated Clint had said. Loki stood there with his mouth hanging open. It wasn't as if he had done anything to deserve an explanation let alone an apology.
Eventually Loki retreated back into his living room. Making his way further inside he managed to sit down on his couch.
It didn't make sense. It just didn't make any sense for anyone, let alone Clint, to knock on his door and apologize. It wasn't as if Clint had done anything particularly terrible to him. And even if he had, he was justified in doing it. It was Loki who should be apologizing, over and over again. That was what his punishment had taught him. Wasn't it? Wasn't that the point of all that pain; to learn he was meant to be better and make up for all he had ever done wrong?
Loki sat on his couch with thoughts just tumbling through his head. Yet, the more he pondered what Clint had done, the more confused he seemed to become. Eventually he looked up at one of Jarvis's cameras, "What does Barton enjoy eating?"
If Jarvis could have smiled he would have. Yes, what he had done had hurt people he was wired to protect but already they were beginning to move past their problems and differences. "If something tastes even marginally good Mr. Barton will most likely eat it. Though I have seen him eat an almost ungodly amount of maple fudge and apple pie during his time in this tower."
Loki was off the couch before Jarvis was finished his sentence. He went to the kitchen and began poking around in the fridge and cupboards. Under his breath he mumbled, "Flour, sugar, butter, how did I run out of eggs again, used the last lemon two days ago didn't I, cinnamon, nutmeg, and I'll need better apples." He found a spare piece of paper and wrote down eggs, lemons, and apples." Loki then looked to his left to look at the camera in the corner, "And what do I need for maple fudge?"
"I can send you the full recipe but you will need to add brown sugar, evaporated milk, confectioners sugar, and maple flavoring to your list."
With a nod Loki wrote those down on his list. Once he was done he picked up the paper and folded it into a little neat square. Before heading to the elevator he grabbed his leather jacket from the hallway closet. He tucked the square with his ingredients into the left pocket. His money, keys, and phone were still in his right. As he stepped into the elevator he put his keys with his ingredient list.
In less then twenty minutes Loki had checked in on Tea and Potions and had walked to his favorite grocery store which happened to be only two blocks away from his precious bakery. He walked down every aisle and inch of the grocery store. The cart rolled smoothly ahead as he filled it with anything that caught his eye. By the time Loki was checking out his cart was practically overflowing with ingredients both on and off his little list.
Getting all the bags back to Stark Tower proved to be a bit more difficult than Loki had originally anticipated. He nearly lost half of the bags nearly half a dozen times. He tripped over absolutely nothing three times. He bumped into fifteen people which was a feat onto itself considering it was still rather early and the streets weren't as full as they could have been. But eventually Loki made it back to Stark Tower with all of his bags still intact.
Jarvis made sure that the elevator doors were open and waiting for Loki by the time he got to him. He could tell the bags were ready to burst open onto the floor and Loki wouldn't be able to shift them to one hand or arm to press the elevator button.
Loki made it up to his floor and practically flung the bags on the available counter space in his kitchen. He set to work almost immediately. His favorite music began to swirl around him as he unpacked the bags. Soon enough he was lining square pans with foil. He was mixing flour, sugar, butter, salt, and egg to make dough. He cubed butter. He boiled ingredients. He tossed apple slices in juices and spices. Loki multitasked as he made several pies and many batches of fudge.
After several hours which were full of practically nonstop baking Loki finally put the last batch of cookie on a wire rack to cool. After a quick search through floor 77, Loki found a large basket. Once all of the goodies were cool he filled the basket completely with maple fudge, apple pie, and cookies. The basket was piled full of all sorts of sweet things to eat. A miniature tower of wicker and various forms of dough began to form. Freshly baked golden brown fudge, crisp apple pies, and chocolate chunk cookies were piled one after another till no more could fit before they all toppled over. He also managed to squeeze in a few shortbread cookies, gingerbread slices, and some peanut butter cookies.
Once the basket was full of desserts, Loki managed to lift it up without hurting himself, or more importantly harming the treats inside. He carried the heavy basket over to the elevator doors, pushed the button with his elbow, and lowered the basket onto the floor in the exact center of the machine. "Take that to Barton and make sure he gets it without difficulty. Thank you Jarvis."
As the doors to the elevators closed, Loki walked back to his bedroom and fell asleep on top of the sheets. He was covered in flour and chocolate. He smelled like a forest covered in tea time treats. But he was too tired to care. He fell asleep with his boot clad feet hanging over the side of the bed and he didn't wake back up for several hours. It was one of the more restful bits of sleep he had in quite some time.
