The next morning, Loki opened his eyes. He was still encased in the circle of Thor's arms, could still feel that immovable strength that had guarded him from nightmares all last night. Part of him hated that he still wanted...needed Thor, but the other part, the part that had planned this particular night carefully, felt only anticipation.
"Jarvis," he said softly, so as not to wake up Thor. "Did you use the language we discussed?"
"Indeed I did, sir," the AI responded. "The reaction was as anticipated."
Loki imagined Steve, Tony, and Bruce's faces when he, Loki, came downstairs. He could milk their misplaced feelings of guilt and embarrassment for weeks.
"Thank you, Jarvis," he said smugly, and prodded Thor. "Thor! Wake up. It's time for breakfast."
At the word 'breakfast,' Thor's eyes opened instantly. With a grunt, he released Loki and sat up. "Your feet were cold again, Brother," he grumbled.
"A small price to pay for the honor of my company," Loki said. He could not make himself add "Thank you for allowing me to stay." "Best not tell Jane though. She will be jealous."
Thor swatted at him half-heartedly. "Mind your tongue, Loki."
Loki grinned provokingly and skipped ahead. "Hurry, if you do not wish the food to be all gone before you get there."
Then, throwing the door open wide, Loki went to reap the fruits of his labor.