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Loki and Tony were in the kitchen, it really wasn't anything new, Loki had been staying with them for nearly a year by then, turned out he was a fairly good cook. That's what he was doing then, at the stove, stirring a pot of pasta.

Tony meanwhile was staring at his ass, and not being very conspicuous about it either.

Loki glared at him over his shoulder, "Was there something you needed, Stark?"

"No," he replied with a wide grin, "Just waiting for the food to finish."

"I am so sure," Loki replied wryly, rolling his eyes and turning back to the food, it didn't take that long really, and the moment he was done, Tony was on him.

Loki didn't even put up a fight, Tony's mouth was on his in seconds his hands trying to get under the shirt Loki was wearing, his body pressed close.

"What happened to keeping it on the 'down low'?" Loki panted the moment he had use of his mouth again, but his own hands were moving fingers looped through the beltloops in Tony's jeans.

"No one's home, we have about an hour," Tony grinned and Loki laughed then they were trying to tear each other's clothes off, most likely to do it right there on the counter, food forgotten-

The feed cuts off, someone obviously didn't need to see the really intimate parts.

-They're leaning against each other, Loki has no pants and Tony's are at his ankle, and really this was able to be seen by kids?

"Well, I wish I could say I'm unsurprised…but I would be lying," the other two men looked over to the entrance of the kitchen to see Bruce standing there shaking his head and polishing his glasses, "I don't think I'm hungry anymore." Bruce sighed and then made an incoherent noise in the back of his throat before leaving.

"Oops…" Tony said but his mouth was twitching, Loki snorted and slid off of the counter, looking around for the pants Tony threw away at some point.

"Well, I am not going to be the one to tell Thor," Loki said, pulling his clothes back on and brushing them off trying not to make them look less wrinkled.

"That's harsh," Tony pouted, "You would owe me, big time," Tony said pushing forward again and pinning Loki to the counter.

"And pray tell what would I owe yo-"

"BROTHER I CAN SMELL YOUR- Man or Iron why is your hand down my borther's pants?"

"Whoa. Awkward," Clint said, peeking out from behind Thor, "I think I'm going to order out, yup."

Clint was gone and Bruce was gone, and Tony was screwed and his hand was still in Loki's pants who wasn't helping he was only looking amused.

"Um…maybe?" Tony smiled and Loki snorted rolling his eyes, he pulled Tony's hand away and then grabbed a bowl of his pasta and then left.

"Traitor!" Tony called even as Thor continued to stare at him, "Okay man you have to say something soon or I may decide to throw myself out a window."

Thor only stared a bit more before he nodded, "I see, do not make any mistakes Tony Stark, it could cost you your life, or worse."

And then Thor turned around and left, Tony stared where he'd been standing and then slowly sank to the floor, "Hooooly shit."

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"I want to watch Fast and the Furious," Clint whined, holding the DVD up like it was a beacon of hope.

"We watched it last week, no way," Natasha replied, pulling out another movie, "This one."

"It better not be Taken again Nat, I know you like pretending to be Liam Neeson, but no," Tony replied as he sat on the couch.

"I do not care as long as it ends quickly…I still do not understand why I am here," Loki said, crossing his arms and frowning.

"Oh come on Loki you're like a part of the family now, you have to be here for movie night," Tony said.

"Dr. Banner is not here," Loki pointed out dryly.

"Yeah well…he only likes happy movies, and those are boring so he's excused," Clint said, "Okay, okay how about The Godfather?"

"Naw, too long, I want to stay awake until the end," Tony said oh so inconspicuously pulling Loki down next to him. The former god rolled his eyes but said nothing.

"Mmm, Pulp Fiction, I think Loki will like that one, it was way violent for its' time," Clint said.

"Will it lead to a relapse?" Natasha asked, amused.

"One would hope," Loki sighed almost longingly, Tony snorted, laying his arm along the back of the couch his fingers twined idly with Loki's hair.

"What about V for Vendetta? I don't think we've seen that in awhile," Tony said.

"Is it cliche for superheroes to watch a movie about a vigilante?" Natasha asked.

"Most definitely," Tony said with a laugh, "All the more reason."

"Can you please pic something so I can make an excuse and leave in the middle?" Loki asked with a sigh, "I feel less intelligent just thinking about staring at a box for two and a half hours already."

"Someone's grumpy," Tony hummed, rubbing the back of Loki's neck gently.

"You must excuse me for being wary after Thor's sudden departure," Loki replied through white lips.

"Ah, right…I'm sure everything is okay," Tony frowned.

"Thought you didn't care about Asgard?" Cling asked and ignored the looks he got from his teammates.

"I do not. I care for what it may mean for me, Odin has never been… reliable," he replied, Tony hummed.

"I know how that is, my dad sure wasn't reliable, wasn't really my dad, more just the man who donated sperm to give me life. But whatever, I got myself a new family," Tony smiled and then leaned over and pecked Loki's lips. "You fit in pretty well when you're not trying to kill us."

"But that is my favorite past time," Loki replied, but his lips twitched, "You are trying to be sweet Stark, it is ill-fitting of you."

"And pretty gross," Clint added, "How about Fight Club?"

"No, Inception, let's see if Loki can keep up," Natasha grinned, Loki arched an eyebrow at her.

"Let's do it," Tony agreed, "JARVIS, lights," he called and the lights dimmed, Clint sat down next to Natasha and Loki and Tony were sort of in the back, Loki leaned over and took Tony's lips in a quick kiss, short and sweet, but a clear thank you.

Yeah, he'd been there for two years, no one had had their throat slit, Loki got along with them all, even Hulk, he was apart of the family…sort of, he was like a cousin visiting from far away. They didn't trust him completely yet, he knew that. But it was better than nothing, was it really so wrong for him to kind of want to belong? Secretly.