Once Clint's hand was relatively clean he backed away from Loki. He went to the sink and rinsed his hand with water. And soon enough he was standing by Natasha, hand still dripping water and the other hand held close to his chest.
Loki looked up after a few minutes of mixing the hamburger meat, "It you wish I could help your wrist and hand heal quite a bit faster."
"I-" Before Clint could possibly say no Thor spoke up, "I can assure you my brother is very skilled in the healing arts. Despite the fact that most healers are female. He has been able to heal me quite often, even when we we younger."
Things were quiet for a moment. Not exactly tence but now no one felt quite at ease either. Loki flicked most of the meat from his hands and fingers. Once they were almost clean Loki turned to Thor. "Thank you for that rousing endorsement, Thor. I'm terribly sorry that I not more equipped at more masculine pursuits. How are you fairing by the way? Are there any wounds I should heal for you? Or would that wound my damn honour?"
"Loki, you know that's not what I meant."
"Not what you meant," Loki let out a laugh which was more pained than anything else. He took a few steps closer to Thor and ended his laugh abruptly. A bit quieter he said, "The argr will return soon." Loki looked up a Thor, "Isn't that right, brother." With that Loki turned on his heel and went to the door. "Enjoy your meal," was heard as the door swung shut.
"Yes!" Everyone turned when the door clicked shut and Clint yelled out. Natasha lightly smacked him in the head. He ducked down, "Ow, what was that for?"
Tony rolled his eyes and looked to Thor, "What was that about being argr? Seemed pretty pointed. Pointed at you buddy."
Thor had the decency to look at least a little ashamed. "Argr means unmanly. It is one of the highest insults of Asgard. Loki...was called argr since he took to practicing magic...I am ashamed to say I did not try and stop it. If anything I helped spread what essentially became another title for him."
Loki went back to his floor and he hadn't stopped pacing since. He wanted to punch Thor in his ignorant face. He wanted to run away or bake or heal his own damn body. But instead he just kept pacing his living room. Walking from one wall to the other. Every so often his fingers would reach out and glide across the book covers placed on his shelves. For the most part his fingers were curled up which caused his nails to dig into his hands.
"Hey, if you keep pacing like that you'll fall through the floor into Thor's living room and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't really like that."
Jumping slightly, Loki turned and glared at Tony. "I'm rather certain-"
Tony walked further into the room and stopped in front of Loki. He put his arms out, physically stopping Loki from pacing anymore. "You, uh, forgot to tell Jarvis to Loki down the floor."
"I know you made a request to be asked before people are allowed access to your floor but allowances have been made in the past. I thought Stark would be able to help as he has during past incidents." Jarvis talked calmly and slowly.
Everything was silent for a few precious moments before Loki backed away from Tony. He bit at his bottom lip and settled for looking at a camera in the nearest corner. Icely he said, "I have been asleep when those allowances were made."
If Jarvis could have sighed he would have. Instead he said, "I made a judgement call."
"Because you knew I would tell you to keep him, anyone, out. At least lock my floor down, now." Loki folded his arms across his chest.
"I'll leave if you really want me to," Tony backed up a few paces till they were a couple of feet apart. "I just wanted to say that you're not weak because you do heal people and do magic. You're not weak. I mean...to survive what you have...I know that sort of thing takes a lot of work. And it sounds like Thor hasn't exactly been brother of the year in a while. I was wondering though, if you would like to watch a movie and chow down with me?"
Loki owlishly blinked at Tony a few times. "I would have thought…" He shook his head. "A lot of work, is rather an understatement. I should have…" Loki was at a loss for words. He sat down on his couch and waved for Tony to sit.
They sat on opposite ends of the couch. Tony asked Jarvis to have Bruce send up some of the burgers when they were done. Tony sprawled out and had Jarvis start playing E.T. on the tv. About twenty minutes in the elevator opened up so Tony could retrieve their dinner. They restarted the movie and gorged themselves on burgers, chips, and soda.
By the end of the movie there was less space between them on the couch. They didn't feel like moving. For a few moments they just stared at the now dark screen.
"So what ya think?" Tony said in an almost sing songy voice.
Smiling a bit Loki said, "The story was alright. The production was a bit poor."
"How dare you. E.T. is a treasure. I was 12 when it came back and I was super into aliens at the time."
Loki raised an eyebrow, "And are you still into aliens?" He was surprised that he was able to lower his voice to a octave of seduction he hadn't used in what felt like a millenia.
Tony stared at Loki. He watched as Loki smirked, eyes twinkling with unspoken thoughts. Unsure of what exactly to say, Tony sat and continued to stare.
After a few moments of silence the smirk fell off Loki's face. "I shouldn't have said that" He stood up, picked up what remained of their dinner, and began walking to his kitchen. "Jarvis, would you be so kind as to thank Banner for me?"
From his place on the couch Tony continued to just sit there. He wasn't sure if he had missed something. For once he hadn't known what to say and it seemed like nothing was the wrong choice. Standing up he made his way over to the elevator. He pressed the button and said, "We should do this again...if you want, E.T."
