Sooner they'd made for the lift and quite suddenly Tony breaks into fervent speech on designing Loki's new set of armor. With help from Barb he brings the old set up from Loki's room; he's mindful of a certain nostalgia in Loki's eyes gazing at it as in the lab he sets it up working off on the size and some of the patterns. He talks ahead asserting now and new trying to have him look onwards than back,

just as well he can verily sense that the armor was not the only thing on Loki's mind, likely Nat's words too. He can all but wait to get past this hoping fast they would because he wants nothing in Loki's thoughts of questions and worry quite indeed as there is,

althemore – he doesn't know – with every kiss that followed and every smile and basically anything he did in Loki affixes dismay that was straining. It's in the back of his mind more often than either of them would like,

what was no short of fear,

presuming that Tony one day would leave him…

…When the brakes had pulled on this thought frustratingly recurrent was after Tony mid their day had handed him a second phone in place of the one Fury had confiscated, japing that they wouldn't be getting it back any time in the near future, or ever.

Back to the suit he made as on that chair on the platform watching him contentedly Loki looked the device over, pressing half-consciously the gallery where his heart skips a beat.

Several pictures and other things were on his old phone that were not on this one. In the gallery there was nothing but that picture. Back so long ago of them, the same picture time and again, when it was he was doubting for Tony his feelings pondering in a seriousness that went and came from actual to pull away, that had kept him. There the more he'd looked at it the lesser the reasons had become, of wanting detached to remain, uninfluenced, uncaring, void of sentiment that in his mind was weakness, a notion made to compete with what he wants and he wanted him, badly.

Now he has him, and if from a database of history that is what Tony had picked out, or if he'd kept it for himself to him it meant a lot more than he could express.

Pulling over Tony's chair to his abruptly the latter exclaims perplexedly before he's shut effectively up when Loki's mouth takes his fiercely. Tony's body goes slack melting into him quickly. Some seconds and Loki pulls away, leaving him completely breathless. For a beat he tries to breathe then asks him: "What was that for?" [Not that I'm complaining.] Loki smiles at him slyly, pinching lightly his chin.

"I don't need a reason." Browns shimmer mirthful at that and to say the least when Tony climbed out of his chair and into Loki's lap, progression on the suit was rather then delayed.

XXX

It was ridiculous and absurd and he must control this.

It's what he feels and all he thinks every time but the notion of Tony stepping away occurs. An hour or two outside the building, far from his eyes, his capacity to be there ready for whatever the threats that were many and unpredictable as what had happened in Malibu.

He'd be much too overbearing if he insisted on accompanying him to the hospital that night to see Happy, it'd be difficult to explain why if he'd asked because it's senseless and almost laughable, how stubbornly he wants him by his side all the time, the panic that in him settles when from a kiss of brief goodbye Tony pulls away, for the door starts making.

He must tame this.

…

…But when he leaves then there's endless thoughts.

…

…Their days together are numbered for one simple fact,

one mortal, one not.