When he leaves Happy's room then again he's reminded, of where he was, what this place was and all he wants is to leave. Upon descent to the parking lot, sight of his car powering on with the urgent press of its automated keys instills in him an intensifying sense of relief. The door behind him he shuts as he climbs behind the wheel sighing, looking compulsively to the seat adjacent and envisions instantly Loki for some irrational reason. Regardless that adds to why he should make haste leaving.
Along the ride home his mind's swarmed in scattered thought, on Happy and his state, contented with his healthy progression, on the words exchanged, then unsurprisingly all thoughts pool focus into one. Shakes his head and he smiles because it's ridiculous, what Loki's doing to him, things never had he thought he'd experience nor had he predicted that he could, a phase he thought he'd outgrown, persistent musings fawning over someone and their every aspect, not like how fixed all thought was when he'd left those days, not in longing or refrain, but amorous recollection and anticipation to seeing him again.
He spots their go-to bakery on a corner turn, makes a quick stop he finds worth the minute or two loading up on mini-cakes and lots of red velvet.
Back alas he responds to what inquires from Nat and Bruce in the common area regarding Happy as he put the box of assortments on the dining table, making then to his room. Toeing off each shoe he empties the contents of his pockets as he opts for a shower to wash off an inexistent hospital stench. With all but the blazer off the door swings open and he turns seeing Loki. At him he beams brightly and approaches with an easeful: "Hey." Shutting the door Loki spares a small smile coming closer before without prompt asking:
"How is he?" For a beat Tony wonders at the reference before rather quizzically retorting:
"Who? Happy?" Loki nods once and his expression's bare that it calls for the latter's concern, moreso to contemplate why Loki cares as he says: "He's fine," and that's asserted certainly like regardless to reassure him. "Woke up and we talked." Greens note when browns aside glance in a show he knows as to hide something, before Tony wraps up saying: "Should be able to send him home in a few days," then he's nodding more like to himself and greens upon him narrow. Distant browns lock back onto eyes that had then softened and with the slight tilt of his head Loki asks him gently:
"…Then what's wrong?"
If something had been it vanishes wholly looking through greens that so easily see, and it isn't that they can because to his friends he's open like a book, his moods at most not his thoughts, those thoughts he doesn't speak because he's wholly convinced no one understands, but that's just what makes this to him mean so much, that he knows without doubt whatever it was whatever it'd be, not what ate at him just but literally anything, any thought, Loki simply understood.
"Nothing," he says smiling and it's genuine enough eluding Loki from whatever he'd sensed that was troubling, althemore when Tony's hands are on his chest and he looks to the way it's spoken: "Nothing at all," how that smile'd expanded, how browns gleamed at him gazing, ever able so to send his heart racing, eyes dilating. It's in those greens so black and loving does it come this prodding, nagging desire to speak what earlier had bothered him indeed, what pulls down that smile, dims those browns, has him gazing down to fiddle in absence with the buttons on Loki's shirt. "Though I might not be. The biggest fan of hospitals," spoken without much contemplation but a reluctance that was evident, and in it Loki glares to find the source to reach what it was in this indication that had discomfited him so.
To others it'd be concerning how quickly he finds it, a hand he closes on Tony's, another under his chin tilting up to with browns commune that certain understanding that soothes smoothly those unsettled eyes.
Then he leans in and plants a chaste, gentle kiss to Tony's temple that plays wonders at calming down the latter's nerves, eyes closing. The hands still laid on Loki's chest start tugging as humming Tony tilts up his head, murmurs softly: "I missed you."
Loki at this smiles widely, chuckles lowly. "Did you now?" he cocks a playful brow.
"Mm," Tony smirks and Loki's grin expands just slight, speaks then in a tone to the other well known: mischief.
"Why Anthony." It takes him though by surprise when Loki tips him back, towards the bed that was beside them. He laughs winsomely as Loki drew himself closer. "It's only been five hours," said to tease and Loki then came closer, nestles aside Tony's face trailing up a hand over his arm to scrape with his nails that goatee trimmed perfect as he whispered in his ear: "Can't you bear to part for just that long?" a query that had Tony's heart skip a beat to beat faster when Loki kissed along his cheek leisurely, cupping the other in his cool hand brushing back and forth his thumb that Tony shifted left his head seeking those sensual, tender lips as from his escapes a question:
"Can you?" From it Loki for a beat pauses thoughts lapsing. Eyes abrief shut low and a breath that's weary leaves him for what second split tighter he gripped Tony, admitted idly:
"No." The gravity interjecting their playful tone reels in Tony's attention that is as instantaneously reverted towards those lips that come engulfing his, ravishing them, willing them open. Loki kisses him like for the first time, drawing his tongue over every corner of his mouth, untangling every thought from Tony's mind and Tony to him surrendered wholly, let Loki take him to a high that not a drink nor ten could take him, let Loki undress, kiss every inch of him, make love to him.
The world's a blur between the sheets.