About an hour later, Grace returned to Stark Tower with a few shopping bags. She went directly to the basement and found Tony glaring into Loki's cell.

"Tony? Any reason for this?"

"Nope."

"So you're just being an asshole."

"Pretty much."

Loki looked very uncomfortable, attempting to read while sitting on the bed, but he was still clothed. She entered the cell and set her bags on the bed.

"I brought you some clothes- I hope they fit. I kind of had to guess at your size. The rest of your stuff is up in the washer. I'll bring it down once I've dried it."

"Thank you, Miss Grace. I cannot repay you."

"No need. Just be nice to me and I'll consider us square. Now come on, take a look at what I found."

Loki sat up and began to pull the shirts out of one of the bags. One was green, the other black. The green shirt had grey vines embroidered at the collar, but the rest was unadorned. He smiled and set it aside, inspecting the black shirt. It was equally simple, but the embroidery was a very light yellow and more abstract. The trousers were slim black cotton and she thought were about the weight of the ones in her washer. She had also brought him a few pairs of cashmere socks.

"I didn't bring you any unders, though- I didn't see any in your bag so I figured you folks don't where them in Asgard," she whispered, hoping Tony couldn't hear.

Loki's cheeks flushed a little, "A very astute observation."

"Now look in the last bag- I hope you like them."

Loki opened the bag and peeked inside; he lifted out a tissue paper wrapped bundle and set it on the bed, carefully pulling the paper back. Inside were three long silk scarves of the same style as the one that was draped over his suit jacket. One was green and silver, the colours alternating down the scarf, the next was a pale blue with gold flecks woven through it, the fringe a very light yellow, and the third was black with lavender edging and fringe.

He brushed his fingers over the silk, a smile on his lips, and turned towards her, "They are beautiful, Miss Grace. I like them quite well."

"I'm glad. The one looks like the Slytherin scarves from the Harry Potter books, but I figured it would give you an incentive to read them. And I think you'd totally be a Slytherin if Hogwarts were real."

"Hogwarts? And Slytherin? You speak in code."

"Nah, just in book. I'll lend you the series. Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry that the young Harry Potter ends up at after a childhood where he had no idea magic was real. Suddenly, boom! -he's told he's a wizard and swoops off to go to Hogwarts. There are four different groups of students- the brave and slightly reckless Gryffindors, the quiet yet loyal Hufflepuffs, the bookish and nerdy Ravenclaws, and the oft-misunderstood ambition driven Slytherins...who just happen to also have a disproportionate number of jackasses assigned to their house."

Loki raised an eyebrow, "And you think I would be a Slytherin?"

"Just like me. Completely and totally driven. Of course, people share traits of all the houses, but you and me? We'd be Slytherins. Maybe Ravenclaws, but most likely Slytherins. I'll lend you the books. You read them, tell me what you think, OK? Then we can watch the movies."

"Indeed. And which, pray tell, do you think Mr Stark would be?"

Grace grinned as she looked out at her brother, still staring at them through the glass, "Tony? I think he'd be a Gryffindor. Brave to a fault, always doing things for some stupid noble reason and definitely a bit reckless."

"It seems you are quite familiar with these books. Have you assigned a category to everyone in the Tower?"

"Everyone I see regularly. I get bored easily."

"Then I suppose I must pay close attention when I read them so that I can guess who you have categorised as which."

"Yep. I'll bring them down with your laundry tonight." Grace smiled, "I should probably go let you take a bath- Tony's going to just keep staring if I don't head out of here soon, and you probably would like some privacy for a bit. Enjoy- warm water is good for the soul."

With that, she turned and left the cell, Loki happily inspecting his new clothes. She grabbed Tony's arm as she passed, "You're being creepy."

"No, I'm being cautiously observant."

"And creepy. He's going to go bathe, he doesn't need you watching him. I'd bet even demi-gods like a little privacy when they get dressed."

Grace hardly had to drag him to the elevator, but he did put up a little playful resistance, "Come on, Gracie, somebody's got to keep an eye on you." The elevator door dinged as it opened and hissed closed behind them, "So what were you whispering to him about."

"I was trying not to embarrass him by asking if he needed underwear, too, Tony...especially in front of you. It's not exactly something that's polite to ask in front of people, now is it?"

Tony sighed, "Gracie, Gracie, Gracie...always thinking about other people."

"Yep, either about how to piss them off or how to be considerate, one of the two."

"Only my sister would consider those both worthy goals in any social situation."

"I was twisted like that before you found me, honey."

He smiled and hugged her before getting off the elevator at the laboratory, "And that's why I love you, sweetheart. We were siblings even before we knew it."

She waved to him as the doors closed, "Love you, too, you big lug." She went to finish the laundry that was in the machines. After getting everything on the right dryer setting, she went to find her Harry Potter books. They were likely somewhere in her living room, but her bookshelves had been so disorganised for so long, she wasn't entirely sure where she was going to find them.