I will continue it. I assure you. And if I don't, you can defenestrate me.

I own nothing blah blah blah.

"Do you like ice cream?" He asked innocently, fingers tapping on the table. He'd been working on re-designing the security features in Stark Tower and incorporating what he'd learned from their new addition to the team. But after some hours he'd taken a break and was now busy annoying his unhappy lab partner.

"Looooooooooooki?" Tony said in a singsong voice while he rotated in his chair and scooted closer.

"Yes, Stark?" Loki asked through gritted teeth.

"I asked if you liked ice cream." Tony looked up to the god of mischief and tilted his head, making him look like a curious toddler. Loki suppressed a smile, the image of a toddler Tony made his insides bubble. And Loki didn't like the reasons why.

"Well, do you?" Tony asked again.

Loki closed his eyes and counted to ten. He enjoyed working in the lab giving his input on the armament and Tony's technology. He was also adding his thoughts on strategies against his old allies in favor of the Avengers. Even though Tony had been the only one to fully welcome Loki with open lab doors, he was dancing on his last nerve. The only reason he hadn't snapped the billionaires neck was because if he did, Fury would send his ass back to Asgard and he wasn't looking for that trip. Also because he'd miss the annoying genius but he wasn't willing to admit that just yet.

"Stark, stop asking me these ridiculous questions and let me finish these desi-"

"My questions aren't ridiculous." Tony said with mock hurt. "They're crucial to our bonding!"

"Your questions have ranged from "Do you eat tofu? to"Boxers or briefs?" Loki announced and went back to the computer screen.

"And I don't want to bond with you." He added as an afterthought.

Tony nodded with an air of a therapist having their notes read back. "You hurt me Lo, but I assure you all questions were crucial. Especially the last."

Loki rolled his eyes and continued his work, well aware that Tony wasn't taking his eyes off him. It was then when it registered that he had been called Lo. Never had he been given a nickname in such an easy and offhand manner.

Even after he'd joined S.H.I.E.L.D. in efforts to pay for the whole almost-taking-over-the-world thing, no one had ever addressed him as anything other than Agent Loki if spoken to at all. He kept to himself for the most part and concentrated on his job. He was assigned to strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D's defense; infusing his magic with Stark and Banner's technology. He enjoyed his job. He had always prided himself in his intelligence and manipulation of magic. Finally, he had found a place he fit in quiet nicely. The fact that Odin was infuriated with his decision was just the icing on the Midgardian cake.

Although it had taken everyone time to get accustomed to his employment, all second thoughts were cast away when Loki's designed armor saved the day. After that battle, no one gave him dirty looks, except Clint who was still not over their last encounter.

The only downside he found to the arrangement was Tony Stark. While he admitted that he had met his match, he didn't know when to shut up and had taken it up to himself to bombard Loki with silly questions. He figured he'd stop after awhile but the questions kept coming and they were more ridiculous and borderline indecent as they went. He kept his tongue in check, not wanting to cause trouble.

Not yet.

"So…" Tony's voice brought him back to earth. "Do you like ice cream?"

"Anthony Edward Stark son of Howard Anthony Stark," Loki turned to Tony, fully aware of how he towered over the genius. "I do not know what that is so the answer is no. Now go away before I defenestrate you once more."

Tony tilted his head again. "Loki we've haven't had sex so you haven't defenestrated me yet."

"That's not what defenestrate means-. " Loki sighed. "Never mind Stark."

Tony's eyes went wide. "Did you just say you don't know what ice cream is?!"

"What are you-?" Before Loki was able to jump back, Tony placed his hands on either side of his face and brought him down to his height. They were standing nose to nose.

Tony cut into his sentence and looked him right into his frightened green eyes.

"YOU. ME. ICE CREAM. LET'S GO."

Grabbing Loki's hand in his own, Tony dragged the all powerful god from the lab and upstairs to the common rooms. Loki was already thanking himself that there were no agents in the tower when out of a corner they ran into Clint and Natasha, nearly falling face forward because of Tony's speed.

"Where are you guys going in such a hurry?" Asked Natasha suspiciously.

Tony responded excitedly, "Taking Loki out for ice cream, can you imagine he's never had some?"

Loki was thankful that he wasn't referred to as Lo but berated himself for blushing under Clint's and Natasha's gaze. Pulling himself to his full height and trying to appear as regal as possible with his right hand still crushed inside Tony's. He gave them a steely glare.

"Of course, if you two rather accompany Mr. Stark on his wild outing, you are more than welcomed to take my place." He tried to pry his hand from Tony, only to be amazed at the scientists iron grasp.'

Clint shook his head. "No, no, you guys go ahead. He turned to Natasha and said with a pout, "I'm just wondering why you don't take me out on ice cream dates anymore."

"It's because we're past that point, now come on," Natasha continued, hiding a smirk, "don't want to interrupt your ice cream date."

She dragged a laughing Clint down the hall to their rooms.

"Well you guys just bitched yourself out of some ice cream." Tony called after. He turned to Loki and smiled. "Don't listen to them Lo, they're just jealous I'm taking you out and not them."

"Yeah about that," Loki shifted, "I don't think I want to-"

Tony's face fell with every word Loki said, as if he could see where this was going. Seeing his excitement dwindle hurt Loki more than he'd thought, so he quickly added:

"I don't think I can wait much longer for frozen cream."

"Ice cream."

"Indeed." Loki nodded, "So, what are we waiting for?"

"Great!" Exclaimed Tony, his face lighting up like a puppy that was promised a walk. "Gimme one sec to put on a clean shirt. I'll see you in the living room."

Loki openly smiled as the genius billionaire gracelessly sprinted to his room. He looked down to his hand as he made his way to the living room; already missing the warmth from Tony Stark.