At three in the morning, Grace finally had a finished graphic for the poster- two glorious white unicorns on a midnight blue background speckled with stars pranced above the earth, their horns drenched in blood, flecks of red on their coats. She saved the document, e-mailed her client for any last minute revisions and to ask if he wanted her to send it directly to the printer with his information, and then closed the file. On a whim, she reopened the programme and made copy of the file, renaming it 'Tony's Unicorns'. She made a few adjustments and smiled, sending the file to her printer with a note about delivery, finally closing the laptop and leaving her desk to fall, fully clothed, into bed.

Six hours later, Tony woke her, knocking on her door, calling that he had breakfast for her. She hollered that he could come in and staggered out to the kitchen table to find a cup of coffee and a box of doughnuts.

"Hey, Gracie. You look like hell."

"Yeah, I do. I was up all night working."

"Fucking Death Unicorns?"

"Yes."

"I hope you got paid well for this gig."

"Not enough, Tony, not enough."

"Well I hope the doughnuts make up for it. I even got a few extra so you can share with your friend."

"I was hoping he could come over to play today."

Tony raised his eyebrows, surprised, "What do you mean by 'come over to play'? I hope you mean that in the entirely chaste manner I would expect of my sister."

Grace started laughing, nearly spewing coffee out her nose, "Oh for the love of fuck, Tony! Me? Chaste? What world do you live in?"

"So...you plan on banging Loki?"

"Jesus, no, we just want to watch the Harry Potter movies in marathon. As in, we order in lunch, we start watching, and we don't sleep until after the wizarding world is safe." She shook her head, pointing a doughnut at him, "You're one weird cat, the amount of time you seem to think about me having sex with him."

"Protective brother, sweetheart. I don't want to have to find out how you'd birth a demi-demi-god."

Grace rolled her eyes, "I'm sure I could teach him to use a condom if it came to that. Besides, remember that part where I mostly sleep with girls? Last I checked, totally not a girl."

"And you have had the opportunity to check- I suppose I should trust you."

"Not like you haven't, Tony. You've got security footage of his every move, even bathroom time."

"I'll take your word for it. I'm not sure about him coming up here, though."

"Because you don't have the security to respond to a threat?"

"More that I don't trust him when he says he's not a magic man anymore."

"Then join us. And wear your Gryffindor gear, Iron Man."

Tony sighed, "You're not going to let me live this down if I say no, are you?"

"Nope, not at all. In fact, I'll start calling you Hermione for playing by the rules."

"JARVIS? Tell our troll that I'm coming to escort him up to my sister's apartment in half an hour."

"Tell him to bring up his laundry, too- I'll put it in with mine again."

"Did you hear that, JARVIS?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." Tony turned to Grace, "Anything else?"

"Nope. And I'd better get showered and dressed- no need for you two to show up here and find me wandering around naked, digging through the laundry baskets for clothes."

"Damn it, Grace, no more naked talk!" Tony chided playfully. She punched him in the arm and thanked him for the doughnuts as he left the apartment. She went straight for her shower, stripping her clothes off as she went and wondering what kind of mood Tony and Loki would be in after spending an elevator ride together.

After showering, Grace figured she had a few minutes before the boys arrived. She closed her bedroom door, just in case they came back early, and dug through her laundry to find good movie watching clothes. A pair of wide-legged jersey knit pants and long yellow embroidered tunic sounded comfortable enough to lounge in and so she slipped the outfit on, ruffled her hair, and found a pair of striped fuzzy socks. She was sorting through her DVDs to find all eight movies when Tony announced that they had arrived. She called for them to come in and when the door opened, she saw Tony in his Iron Man suit and a heavy knit Gryffindor scarf. Loki had dressed comfortably in all black with the silk Slytherin scarf that Grace had given him draped elegantly around his neck. Despite the fact that Tony was trying his best to be intimidating, Loki still did his best to carry himself as regally as possible.

"We dropped the laundry off by the machines on the way up. You can get it when you go to do your own."

Loki stepped up to Grace and bowed briefly, "Miss Grace. Thank you for your invitation. I trust your work last night went well?"

She shrugged, "As well as that disaster of a poster could go. I sent him the file three hours late, but it's done. It'll probably be one of the strangest posters with my name on it that this city will be plastered with. There was that one with the narwahl and the hippies, that was pretty trippy." Grace gestured to the kitchen table, "Tony contributed doughnuts to our movie marathon. Help yourself. I'll brew some coffee and get water going for tea as soon as I figure out where my last DVD went...of course, it had to be the first movie that I've misplaced."

As Loki went to the table and peered into the box, unaware of what he would find there, Grace dug through her pile once again for the missing disc and Tony took off his armour and stacked it beside the couch.

Loki held up a doughnut, "What, exactly, is this food item? We do not have them in Asgard."

Tony's jaw dropped, "You don't have doughnuts? Thor says you don't have coffee, either- what kind of place is it?"

Grace just smiled as she held up the missing DVD, "Found it! And that one's chocolate. It's basically a fried cake with whatever we can think of to make it even less healthy put on top of it or in the batter. Try it." She handed Tony the disc, "Get this started, won't you, love? I've got to make some coffee- the cup you brought me is so not going to get me through the twenty hours of movies ahead of us."

Loki would have answered, but he was far too engrossed in enjoying his doughnut, leaning on the kitchen table, pulling bite-sized pieces from it and savouring every taste; He only somewhat heard Grace and it took him a few moments to actually realise what she had said, "Twenty hours? Did you just say we had twenty hours of these movies ahead of us?"

"Yep," she answered as she started the coffee maker and put a kettle on the stove, "Twenty hours. Do you think you can stay awake that long?"

"Most likely. Do you think you are capable of it?"

"We'll see- I didn't sleep much last night. If I doze off, just keep watching, I trust you not to axe murder me in my sleep."

Tony stepped into the room, "And if you do axe murder her in her sleep, I'll call the Hulk in here and we'll let him play with you, OK? Then I'll throw you out a window...and I won't catch you, either."

"I hardly think harming Miss Grace would be a decent way to repay her for all the kindness she has shown me."

Grace grabbed the box of doughnuts and waved for them to follow her, "Come on, you two, let's get this party started. We've got a lot of wizardry to witness in the next few hours! Shit, I haven't done this in so long- I'm so excited! Geek on!" She tossed herself on the couch, the doughnut box in her lap, and shouted, "Accio remote!" Tony rolled his eyes, grinning, and tossed her the remote. Loki, still delicately dissecting his doughnut, sat down on one side of her while Tony nestled in on the other, "Get cozy, boys, we're all family for now. No killing each other, either."

Tony put his arm on the back of the couch behind her, "Awww, you take all the fun out of everything, Gracie."

"That's not a very Gryffindor thing to say! You're coming over to the dark side- join us, we have doughnuts."

Loki flipped open the box on Grace's lap, "And quite delectable they are," he selected another chocolate covered one, but this time with sprinkles, "I do believe this may be the most delicious Midgardian food I have yet tried...though, Miss Grace, your waffles are likely tied for the honour."

Grace laughed as she started the movie and picked up a cinnamon twist, "They are pretty remarkable- here, try a piece of this one."

Loki took a small piece of the twist and he closed his eyes, blissful, as he chewed. Grace tucked her legs up under her and settled back on the couch and hummed the theme music.

"Now a few house rules, gents- first, no fighting over the snacks, we can always get more. Second, don't be annoying- it's cool to point out changes from book to film, tell characters they are idiots, or point out plot holes, but this is not the Rocky Horror Picture Show and no, Tony, you are not allowed to yell 'asshole' every time Draco appears on the screen. Third, nobody touches the remote without asking."

"Can I yell 'slut' when Snape enters?"

"No, Tony. Just no. And if you throw popcorn at the screen, you vacuum after we're done."

"I can live with that."

"Loki, you've got the rules?"

"Yes, Miss Grace," he said as he pulled another piece off the doughnut, his eyes locked on the screen.

"Don't you have this kind of thing in Asgard?" Tony asked.

"No. We do have some moving pictures, but they are very rare and used only for medical purposes or for teaching history. Very rarely does anyone use them for telling other sorts of stories."

"Jesus, remind me never to vacation there."

Grace punched Tony in the arm, "There's more to life than movies, Tony!"

"I know, but seriously, how can a civilisation never develop coffee, doughnuts, television, or movies? What is wrong with them?"

"I could ask the same thing about us, honey. What is wrong with us that we can't seem to be satisfied with our stories in print?"

Loki pointed to the screen, "Wait, is there not a scene before this one in the books? One wherein Harry's uncle sees the wizards on the street? And then the motor-bike belongs to Mr Black? That was an important fact."

"Yeah, well, they changed a lot, so you'd better get used to being disappointed about certain bits. I know I certainly was when I saw it the first time," Tony stood and crossed to the kitchen, "Be good, kids, I've got popcorn to make. I can't fling it at the characters if I don't have any."

Grace offered another doughnut to Loki and called to Tony, "Bring me some coffee!" She turned her attention back to the doughnuts, "You should try the cinnamon roll. Totally worth every bite. I'll split it with you, but hell help you if you eat the whole thing. Tony should have known better than to just get one of those things."

"Perhaps we ought to send for more of them."

"Or maybe, kids, we should wait until after lunch to sugar up more. We do need to eat real food and popcorn doesn't count," Tony handed Grace her coffee, "Nor does coffee. I wish it did, but it doesn't." He flopped back down on the couch and dumped the bag of microwave popcorn into the bowl he had carried it out in, "So start thinking of what we'll order."

"It's ten in the morning. We have a few hours."

"And it usually takes the Avengers at least that long to decide on where to order from. Given what I'm used to, we'll be ordering lunch around the time for dinner."

Loki was staring at the bowl of popcorn, "And what might this be?"

"Popcorn. It's corn that heats and explodes, the puffy parts are the guts of the kernel. Because it came from a bag, it's also drenched in fake butter- some processed oils, salt, and artificial colouring. It's delicious. Want some?" Tony hovered the bowl over Grace's lap.

Loki gingerly took a few of the hot kernels from the bowl and cautiously tasted them, "Quite nice, but I think I prefer the doughnuts."

Grace looked from one side to the other, surprised at just how cordial Tony had been so far. She set the doughnut box on Loki's lap and nestled back in the couch, her toes tucked against Loki's leg, her shoulder pressed against Tony's shoulder. They settled into mostly quietly watching the movie, Tony occasionally tossing popcorn at the screen, Loki pointing out things he was particularly keen on seeing and grinning at the lines he was thrilled to hear spoken. He was particularly enthralled by Professor Snape's entrance, even clapping a little in excitement as though he were a small child. Grace found his reactions particularly cute and celebrated his excitement by joining him in it, laughing out loud with him.

At the end of the first movie, they started to discuss lunch. Loki suggested pizza and Grace agreed. Tony allowed himself to be outvoted in his choice of Chinese food and they then began to deliberate toppings. Loki had no idea what he wanted because he'd never had pizza with anything on it but cheese and Tony kept suggesting anchovies, which Grace hated, so eventually they decided to just order multiple pizzas.

Loki was thrilled by the Chamber of Secrets, not mostly for the actual story, but because of Gilderoy Lockhart, who made him laugh, "Miss Grace, I know someone like that! Thor's insufferable friend Fandral thinks so much like him- this actor is brilliant!"

"Yeah, he is, actually- maybe some day we'll watch some of his other films. There's nothing like watching Kenneth Branagh play Hamlet. Or Dr Frankenstein. He's just awesome."

"Don't forget he did that one movie, too- the one with the guy who smothered his wife with a pillow."

"That's Othello, Tony. Shakespeare. Just like Hamlet- it's kind of his thing."

"Yeah. I knew that."

Grace flicked a piece of popcorn at him, "Whatever you say. Now shut it and enjoy him getting his ass kicked by Snape."

Loki's eyes grew wide, "He is defeated by Professor Snape?"

"Don't get too excited, it's only in the duelling club scene."

Loki did not let Tony's comment dampen his excitement, "Oh, but it will still be delightful! I had forgotten about that part. I am glad they did not leave it out as they did the Deathday party."

Grace nodded, "They should have totally left more Snape in the movie, though- they leave so many of his scenes out of the entire series of films but he's so fucking awesome they should have just cut half of Harry's scenes and made the movie about him instead."

Loki grinned, "Miss Grace, such the Slytherin."

"Damn straight. Now let's all cheer when Lockhart gets blasted by the spell."

All three of them did. Then the pizza arrived and they sat on the floor in front of the couch with the boxes spread out in front of them, no plates in sight.