Down on their way in the lift Loki asks quietly: "Are you alright?" The wrapping of the blueberries crinkles as Tony pulls it open responding perplexedly:

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He looks at Loki but Loki isn't looking back, a beat of apprehension before he passively asks:

"…Are you alright with her leaving?" By the question Tony's mind for some reason is stumped. The lift comes to a stop then greens meet distant browns. Looking ahead out Tony steps saying:

"…She was always looking for an excuse to walk out, Lokes." The cup from Loki's hand vanishes as he follows, listening. "Especially after you got here. So I'd say good riddance." At this he's pulled abruptly to a halt. With furrowed black brows and a slight frown at him greens look down.

"You don't mean that," Loki asserts like it's fact – Tony's heart skips a beat.

No, he doesn't.

He wished he did – it even feels like he should, like he must. And this confliction, this inner struggle Loki can almost hear – He comes closer, both hands on Tony's arms gripping lightly. This time his gaze is patient, his voice condoling.

"…Anthony. You've known this woman, cared for her for over ten years." Away Tony looks at this his lips pursing {don't refute it stubbornly.} "Don't pretend that that time had meant nothing," said more firmly {I can't expect it not to. Especially not for you.} It's the knee-jerk reaction for most after quarrels gone so wrong to grow cold and act not like it all had hurt, like they grief not this loss because a loss it is, a loss of something once had however at times unpleasant or distressing,

there were moments, there was good and bad and you cannot choose to see one without the other, remember only the bad so losing the good hurts less…It doesn't work that way.

Then there's something else and this he must address. Chasing Tony's eyes more assertively he says: "And certainly don't feel like you have to. Not with me." Browns at this soften drastically and his chest aches deep. Then lightly Loki's smiling. "It's only natural to be upset – I will not condemn you for it," smirks implying how ludicrous to do so would be.

…Though inside yes he feels, so displeased – this dark part wishing at all Pepper hadn't existed, spared Tony all and any kind of pain.

An obstacle they'd never have had to face nor address.

To consider how it all could have gone had she never been, but…If Tony cares however hard he'll claim not to he cannot…wish so ill these thoughts on those that once he's loved, in a way likely still does…

He studies that expression upon his lover's face so cross with his eyes turned down, so suddenly angry. In a hissing, low tone he says what certainly Loki doesn't expect.

"…How can they hate you?" The bag of blueberries slips from his fingers falls to the ground and over out roll the small, dried berries, eyed absently by them both and Tony speaks on, simply wrathful. "How can they stand there, trying to," trails off and one step to Loki closer he gets, locking wide hard browns with taken, quizzic greens. "…Force me to believe that you're some kind of…Ruthless, heartless, liar."

Down Loki looks at the hand that's come to rest and press against his heart, sent racing. "It's right there," Tony hoarsely proclaimed and those glossy eyes bore into Loki's that by these words are so pained. At that heart that thunders loud beneath his palm Tony smiles faintly, with such certainty says: "And it sure as shit can't lie."

So overcome Loki's lost all words and all thoughts to word. Over Tony's hand he closes his, closer leans where their foreheads press. His lips part where heavy breaths leave his body that's truly overwhelmed. Then to that glow his hand moves, to its left to meet a heart that beats as rapid.

Where it does Tony holds Loki's hand in place, tilts up his head and Loki tilts his down, locking lips in a firm kiss.

Hands that cup Loki's neck, pulling. A thumb that grazes his jaw and a tongue that wets his lower lip. Parting further his mouth Loki's hands press to Tony's back. Tongues meet and dance to a heavy rhythm, minds spin wild.

Around his waist Tony's legs have wrapped and he holds him up where higher now Tony is he moves his tongue down Loki's throat. Fiercely then the latter groans and by the noise Tony's driven justly mad. From those lips he parts to kiss that cheek not pale but pink. In his ear he whispers: "Take us upstairs," pecking softly his earlobe before between his teeth lightly pulls it. Loki's eyes roll back and it's everything just to stand straight. Wholly entranced thoughtlessly he backs to the lift and Tony's started kissing his neck.

He can barely muster much coherency to find his floor and press it, pushing Tony up against the wall inside to attack his neck in licks and bites. Tony moans a sounding hum, head lolling to the side letting Loki work better that cool tongue as he undoes urgently the buttons to his black shirt.

His other hand's cupped Loki's chin pulling up and passion-fueled browns meet green-rimmed, lustful eyes. Down he leans for a long, hard kiss, then the lift dings.

Promptly Loki pulls him off the wall and out they make for his room. Along the way that shirt's slipped off his shoulders and Tony nibs lightly the skin so soft, so pale. Too impatient down the hall Loki stops against the wall again pushing him. Cold hands up taut abs run exploring, Tony sighs. Then his shirt's pulled over his head and his hair's althemore tousled.

Tossed on the floor Tony can't care what if Thor or any come by and see it, see them the way Loki holds him there, the loud 'uhh' that leaves him when teeth bite down on the junction between his neck and shoulder, what he feels that's hard pressing up between his legs, how he wears his own so stiff erection.

In haste through the door they burst in and with magic it's shut behind them. Falling onto the bed lips lock in a hungry, ravished kiss that then slows, deepens, almost hurts like relief knowing where this will finally lead them.

But it's with this thought that Loki from those lips parts, greens alert searching browns framed low by, long, beautiful black lashes. Coarse hands that run up his toned arms to cup his face and trace the curves of his cheeks admiring.

Almost powerless Loki finds himself leaning down, inches from lips waiting parted he asks: "Tell me you want this." A thumb brushes softly the lines of his lips. Browns don't move don't falter, voice so steady and sure breathes quietly:

"More than anything."

It was all Loki needed.