Good morning, sir. It is seven in the morning, the temperature is fifty Fahrenheit degrees and the maximum expecting is forty-four degrees. If you do not get up in this moment, you will be late again."

"Hmm… Five more minutes," Tony complained, covering to the top of his head with the blanket.

"Sir…"

"Agh, okay."

Tony opened his eyes cursing every single thing in the world for not letting him sleep more. When he got into a sitting position Tony felt disoriented, without knowing where he was until he remembered his decisions and realized he was at Loki's apartment.

He get up mumbling senseless words about the fucking schedule he had and walked towards the bathroom leaving his phone at the bedroom. Tony took a quick shower and got out of the bathroom dressed with a black, 'v' neck t-shirt, dark jeans and black sneakers. Walking again to his bedroom, Tony noticed the silence surrounding the place.

"Hey, Jarv, where's Luke?" Tony asked taking his phone.

"It seems that Mr. Friggason has left the apartment, sir."

"Hmm…" Tony muttered, "He could've waited for me if we're going to the same place, couldn't he?"

"That would have been certainly more convenient for him, sir."

"Right?" Tony said getting closer to the nightstand. "Well, it's up to him. I don't really care." Tony said with a shrug.

He took his wallet and car keys, which were left on the nightstand the night before, and walked to the kitchen, attempting to make him some coffee, passing through the dining room. Luckily for him, inside one of the boxes Tony had brought, were his favorites coffee grains, Tony supposed Loki wouldn't really mind if he made use of the coffee maker, right? Once in the kitchen, Tony stopped when a sparkle placed in the worktop called his attention. There was a set of keys tied together by a Snowflake keychain next to a note saying: "This are your keys. I forgot to give you them yesterday." With an explanation of whichwas which.

"How thoughtful," Tony commented before taking a sip of the delicious nectar.

When there was no drop less in the mug, Tony left it in the sink and walked out the apartment, there would be time to clean the kitchen and his bed, later.

"Jarv," Tony said once he was on the front sit of the car.

"Yes, sir?"

"Guide me," Tony ordered taking the steering wheel in his hands after putting the security belt on.

The engine's roar was a sound that Tony really liked, it was soft and surrounding, almost like a purr. He could be all day inside the car with me engine going. The screen placed on the right side of the dashboard showed a map with the trajectory that Tony needed to follow in order to get to MIT. The way felt really shorter, it had taken him fifty minutes or so to get there, in contrast with the almost forty-five minutes that had taken him in the past. He was really surprised getting to the classroom as the first one and the teachers' surprise had been even bigger. Great, now he felt like a nerd.

"I knew it was gonna be a great idea, eh." Tony commented making a pen spin in his hand.

As in any other class –except by Calculus, where he was busy,- Tony put on his best concentration face while he wrote things the teacher said, complementing them with his own knowledge about the issue.

Really, what was he doing there, again?

Ah, yes. Diploma.

Tony exhaled staring at the clock above the whiteboard.

He had hope of the difficult getting higher while the time passed and then, maybe, he'd find himself putting the effort to learn more.

Tony took his cellphone and sent a message to Bruce, aiming for an opportunity to get distracted.

I'm dying of boredom. –T.

Tony shelved his phone and seconds later it vibrated under the desk. When he was sure that the teacher wasn't looking, Tony unlocked the screen.

Uh, concentrate in your classes? –B.

Tony felt like rolling his eyes before sliding his fingers on the screen.

You're no fun. –T.

He didn't get an answer so he decided to give up. Then, Tony started to make senseless scrawls in the open notebook on the desk, writing some notes about the improvements he could do to Dum-E, maybe he could install a screen to show funny videos or random sounds, that'd be really awesome if only he had taken Dum-E with him, was it possible for it to fit in the apartment? Tony'd have to measure and try.

The bell rang after a time Tony perceived as an eternity and he exited the room hurriedly, accommodating his backpack while he crossed the door.

"Uh… what to do?" Tony asked no-one in particular searching for a song to listen on his phone.

"Following Mr. Banner's advice would not do any harm, sir." Jarvis suggested through the earphone.

"We don't think the same, Jay." Tony said going through the playlist until finding a song he liked in that moment.

Uhm, his next class was Biophysics with a teacher who Tony still hadn't bother to remember her name. He could go and cover his morning caffeine quote, but the Starbucks local with the best cupcakes was at the other side of the campus and there was no way in hell where Tony could go, enjoy peacefully his coffee and then go to classes; and walking with the coffee to the classroom would make it go cold and if there was something that Tony couldn't stand was cold coffee. No, thank you. He could also lay on the grass until the class was about to start, but that didn't called his attention, neither.

Changing the song, it crossed his mind the idea of going to the library and find a Biophysics book, then he'd be able to, at least, get distracted while the teacher said stuff he already knew. Who knows? A couple of random facts about the issue could improve his mood. Yeah, it seemed like a good idea.

Tony walked to the faculty's library and got inside of it, walking through the large hallways filled with books that could be used to kill someone if you hit that someone in the neck with one of them. Not that Tony felt like trying it. He wandered around the shelves until he found a book that caught his attention about the matter, Tony walked where the tables and seats where, and he smiled archly.

Saying that he was surprised at seeing him in the library would be lying, anytime that Tony had ran into him, he had been reading. God, how nerdywas Loki? He was always with a book on his hand, didn't he had something better to do? Tony doubted between approaching him or leave him alone, maybe Loki'd think Tony was following him or something, then Tony remembered that he pretty much didn't care if Loki thought that. Plus, they were just coincidences.

"Care if I sit here?" Tony asked behind Loki.

"Not at all." Loki replied absently, completely lost in the story he was reading.

Tony admired Loki's capacity to get lost in reading. Or maybe he was just ignoring him.

"Hey," Tony said after taking a seat.

Loki recognized the voice and had to hold an exasperated sigh.

"Hello," Loki said going back to the world he was being taken from.

Tony got the directly indirect message, but he decided to act as if he hadn't gotten it. Tony opened his book in a random page and gave a little peek to the title. Osmosis. Huh.

"So…" Tony started without looking away from the book, "Why did you left in the morning?"

"Because I had to come for classes, perhaps?" Loki replied turning the page.

"You could've waited for me, I mean, we were heading for the same place, right?"

"Why should I have done it so?" Loki asked calmly.

"'Cause I could've brought you here?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Uhmm…"

Tony mentally snorted and tried to worry himself with his book and with how the water passed through the plasma membrane of a cell to equalize concentrations and was interrupted when he heard the sound of the bell ringing, indicating the recess' end. Tony lifted his gaze and realized that Loki hadn't made even the slightest gesture to move, in fact, Loki was just as concentrated in the book as he had been before Tony had spoken to him. Tony payed attention to the way Loki's eyes moved and asked himself how Loki'd read so fast. Ah, he was a library mouse, right. Wait. Wasn't he a cat? Whatever.

He waited until Loki had finished the chapter he was reading before interrupting him again, Tony wasn't that inconsiderate, anyway.

"So, don't you plan on moving?"

"I do not have classes at this hour."

"Ah… Me neither," Tony commented turning the page of the book. Not that he had been all that time in the same page, eh. Or maybe…

"Uhm…" Loki mumbled without paying him any attention.

Tony wondered if he'd leave Loki alone and let him read or if he should feel personally offended by Loki's attitude on him. Choosing the latter option, Tony decided to interrupt, again.

"Thanks for the keys," Tony said acting as if he hadn't looked away from the book.

"I should have given them to you yesterday, my mistake."

"Really. You could've left me locked in the apartment, eh."

"Then I would have risked at you tearing up the door," Loki replied, leaving the 'It is not as if it had not crossed my mind' for himself.

"Heh, that's true."

There was a pause that told Tony about Loki not being interested on any kind of conversation, but he wasn't gonna give up just because. How could he called himself Tony Stark if he gave up that easily?

"So, what're you doing here?" Tony asked ignoring the fact that he was trying to force a conversation.

"I am trying to read. Do you know that it is a library?"

Tony fought the impulse telling him to repeatedly slam his head in the table.

"I meant at this side of the campus," Tony replied instead of exploding his head.

"The seats are more comfortable," Loki said with almost a shrug. Gods, why was he so incapable of keeping silence? Where was the librarian when she was needed? Loki lifted his gaze and looked at the desk where he found her, sleeping. How efficient!

"So… which career stole your soul and took you into the marvelous universe of MIT?"

"That is none of your business."

"Eh?"

"Would you let me read in peace?"

"Hey, why you so aggressive?"

Loki looked away from the book and looked at Tony. Tony'd have seen it as a triumph if it wasn't for the words that followed.

"Listen. You and I are not friends. Because of the cruel destiny we are living together. However, that does not mean that I like you. Now I may ask for you to please leave the table if you came with the purpose of interrupt my reading. If it is not in your options leave, could you, at least, stay in silence? Thank you."

Tony resisted the urge to scream demanding answers and Loki hold back the urge to take his book and hit him in the nape repeatedly or to get away from the place in order for him to enjoy peacefully the book he was dedicating himself to re-read in silence, but Loki knew that would be fleeing and he was not willing to keep fleeing. And he was not seeking for life imprisonment caused by having killed a man with a book, either.

"I thought we didn't know each other," Tony said after a moment of silence.

"We do not," Loki reaffirmed and kept reading.

"How can you hate me if you don't know me?" –Tony kept trying.

Loki cursed himself for being incapable of hold himself back.

"It is necessary? Knowing a person to have an opinion about said person?" Loki asked, instead.

"Hum, I guess?"

"How could I like you if I do know you not?"

"Are you proposing for us to know each other?" Tony answered smiling widely.

"No." Loki stopped his reading for a moment, cursing himself again.

"Aww… C'mon…"

Loki didn't answer.

Tony was asking himself for a quite a while how much time had passed until he took his phone from his pocket, seconds later, Tony could hear how the bell indicated the end of the class he was supposed to be in. And the only thing he had read about Osmosis had been the title.

"So, uh—" Tony tried to talk again, but was cut in the middle of his sentence.

"Just… Mind your own business, Stark," Loki said emotionless while he stood up with the book already on his backpack and started to walk towards the exit of the library.

Loki exited the place and walked to his next class without looking back, with a frown. He changed his expression for a blank one when he realized he was attracting curious gazes and he was getting closer to the classroom. Loki tried with all his force to concentrate in the class and if it wasn't because he already knew some things about the issue, he had failed miserably. It had to be useful having studied the matter time ago.

When the class ended, Loki walked calmly to the bus stop, although inside he just wanted to run. Loki got in the bus without knowing what he should really feel at the moment, what was the reason behind the sudden interest? Loki sighed watching through the window without paying attention to the outside. He tried to calm down, he just had to wait until other person got interested in the apartment and he could get rid of Stark, was there any legal fundament for doing it? Probably it was not, but Loki would have to find a way to make it and go back to live his life in peace. Peace, peace, peace. How can it be over in the course of a day? Why? Why? Wh— Loki realized that he was already on his stop and he stood up hurriedly. He got to the street and, before going inside the place, he made sure of looking happy.

When he entered, the little bell made a sound indicating to the employees that someone had arrived. The tables were still empty and there was a girl cleaning one of them who looked to the door. It took less than a second to recognize the guy who decided to go inside before the opening hour.

"Hey, Loki," she said with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Amora."

Amora was a little bit smaller than Loki. Her eyes were green and her blond hair fell with elegant waves until her waist, her voluptuous silhouette caught the attention and glances wherever she was. He was wearing the blouse of the café with the first two buttons undone, showing her cleavage. Loki supposed that this, along with the skinny black leggings she was also wearing, helped her to increase her tips.

"What makes you get so early? Are you trying to see the boss' good face, eh?" She joked walking to another table.

"I got off a little bit earlier, that is all," Loki replied walking to the hallway that got to a door with a sign saying that it was just for employees.

Once he got there Loki looked at the watch in his left wrist. It was almost two o'clock, which meant the lunch time was getting closer and it was once of the hour when people went to the café the most. Loki was hoping to get good tips.

He walked towards his locker and opened it, taking the shirt and the apron he had to wear from it. He took his shirt off and slipped his arms inside the shirt's sleeves. Amora went inside while he was buttoning the shirt.

"You know not the concept of privacy, don't you?"

"Looking at your body is always delight, sweetie," she said amused.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Loki asked straightening his bowtie in the mirror. Truth to be told, at the beginning Amora's commentaries had made his blood run cold and had made him wish to call a lawyer, but after the first couple of weeks Loki had understood that it was her natural behavior, besides, he had remembered that he had not the amount of money to pay for a lawyer and he had get used to her commentaries. It was the easier way.

"Yeah, and I think he'll get late today," she sighed looking at his phone, "He's almost asking to get fired."

"How is that nobody is here yet?" Loki asked while he tied the apron on his waist.

"I don't know. Maybe they overslept or something," Amora said before the bell rang again, "It has to be some of them. Have you finished?"

"Yes," Loki replied closing his locker with his things inside.

"You get the first tables," Amora commented while she walked to the front side of the local.

"Since when are you in charge?" Loki asked walking behind her.

"Since I got the keys."

Amora turned back and playfully stuck his tongue out. Then she talked to the other employee that had arrived.

"Heh, you finally decided to get in time."

"Shut your mouth, Amora," She answered walking to the back side.

"You have such a lovely sister," Loki said archly taking a notepad and a pen from a drawer near to the cash register.

"I know she loves me in the inside," Amora replied walking to the glass door to change the 'closed' sign.

Being a café waiter was never his dreamed job, but it was a lot better than starve to death and live under a bridge. His coworkers were certainlypeculiar, he had to admit. And he got really amused watching them interact with each other. Loki could imagine Sigyn telling him to care more about them and to try and make a bond with them. At least of you just liking each other, Loki was sure she would tell him. In fact, he was sure that Sigyn was talking about them when she said something about him needing to try and make friends. But Loki was unable to see them as friends, he did need not friends, he needed Sigyn. And Stark leaving.

One by one the customers were starting to arrive and Skurge, Amora's gigantic boyfriend, effectively got late and had to be a while being scolded at the office.

As it was a weekday, Loki could left earlier, so he did and followed the way to the apartment where a lot of homework would be waiting for him. He supported his elbow on the bus window looking at the buildings moving through it, letting his mind to wander in various kinds of things with no great relevance that he would forget once he had gotten to his destination.

Once inside the apartment he found Stark laying on one of the sofas, tablet in hands. Loki tried to ignore his presence and walked directly to his own bedroom. He threw himself to his bed for a couple of minutes until he decided it was time to get up and do something with his life, so he sit in his desk's chair and got into doing homework.

Tony had got there a few hours before, waiting for Loki to came a little bit later than him and see how much time he could be without being stabbed. Who knew how much time could it be? However, by the passing time of half an hour of being seated on the couch, he decided to take his tablet and started wasting time with it. So productive! Right? After a while of being wandering around blogs and reading stupid news, Tony heard a keyset making a ringing sound on the other of the door, he turned to it at the perfect time to see it being opened and Loki going inside. Tony turned back to his tablet until he listened Loki's door closing.

Tony let out a breath and got himself into a sitting position seeing the possibilities of getting info by the good way fade away right before his eyes. He stayed like that until he heard a common ringtone, his Starkphone. Tony saw the name of the caller and exclaimed.

"Shit," he said before answering, "Hey, Pepp!"

"Tony? Where are you?"

"Uhm… at my place?"

"No, you're not. I'm outside and Jarvis seems to be shut off."

"Uhm… I... kinda moved."

"You did what!?"

Tony jerked away from the phone when he heard Pepper's exasperated scream.

"Hehe…" Tony laughed and scratched his head.

"Forget it. Tell me address, I'll go there now."

Tony'd hear the door of Pepper's car being shut with more force than the necessary. Poor car.

"Okay," Tony said standing up, "wait a minute."

Tony walked to Loki's room and knocked the door.

"Hey, Luke. Care to tell me the apartment's address?"

"You don't even know where you live!?" Pepper shouted through the phone.

"Hey! At least I know how to get here."

Loki opened his door and he found Stark with the phone at his ear, smiling with fun. Right, everything was a game for him, for sure.

"Could you..?" Tony asked handing him the phone.

Loki let of an exhausted sigh and took it.

"Hello? Yes, uhm. I am Loki…"

Tony felt a little surprised with how cordial and polite Loki could be while talking with other people. Notify the 'other', sure, Tony didn't count, eh? He could hear how Loki gave the address and some indications to Pepper and he asked himself if Loki was always that formal when he spoke to strangers. Except for him, of course.

Loki moved away the dispositive from his ear and gave it to Tony, who accepted it and began talking again.

"See? It's not necessary for me to—"

"I'm going my way. Don't you dare to run away," Pepper interrupted him before hanging the phone.

"Great talk," Tony said rolling his eyes and storing his phone in his pants' pocket. "So… would you like to accompany me to the dining room?" Tony looked up to meet Loki's face. Fuck feeling like a Hobbit.

"What would the reason be?" Loki asked looking down. Tony'd bet Loki loved the feeling of superiority caused by watching him from above.

"Probably, a cent per cent of probability, heh, of her wanting to talk with you, also." Tony said shoving his hand into his pockets, "So…"

Loki wanted to hit him. He wished for, at least, being able to avoid him in his own room doing any other thing or anything at all, but alone. Relaxed, in peace, in silence. Without the knowledge of how to face the situation, Loki ended up passing before Stark at the hallway and seating on his chosen chair on the dinner table, searching desperately for his happy place to calm down. After a while, a redhead girl who, according to the information given by Stark, was the personal assistant of Howard Stark -also known as the head of the company-, had arrived and the first thing she had done has been throw her purse to Stark. Then she approached the place where Loki was.

"Hey, you must be Loki, right?" she cordially asked to the guy who was watching her with curiosity in his eyes.

"Indeed I am," Loki replied with the same cordiality, "Please," Loki started pointing to a chair in front of him, "Have a seat, Miss…"

"Pepper," Tony cut him walking closer after tossing her things on the couch, "Now, that wasn't a really cute way of saying 'hi', eh?" he said before sitting on Loki's left.

Pepper's expression changed to a fierce one when she faced Tony.

"What? You were the one who told me to find a closer place."

"You could've told me, at least. Don't you think so?" she said sitting.

"Well… I moved on yesterday, anyway," Tony said with a shrug.

"You have no remedy," Pepper said sighing, then she supported her forehead on her palm and her elbow on the table.

"Could I bring you a glass of water?" Loki asked her after feeling bad for her. Any person who had to constantly deal with Stark deserved an award.

"Yes, please."

Loki stood up and walked to the kitchen. He wondered the main reason of her being here and, realizing that he would not get any answer inside the fridge, he returned with a glass filled with fresh water and he noticed that she had not moved, not even an inch.

"Here you have," Loki said after leaving the glass in front of her.

"Thank you," she gave him a faint smile, "I apologize for any inconvenient that this stupid guy had made you go into."

"Don't say it like I was doing something bad to him," Tony rolled his eyes.

"So," Pepper said putting the glass on the table, "you two have a deal, right?"

"We have it, yes," Loki answered.

"Good," she straighten herself on the chair, "I want that fridge always filled with food. For both of you. And I would like for you, Loki, to notify me of any trouble that guy over there may cause. Here, take my card," Pepper said and gave it to him.

"What do you mean with that? I don't need any kind of babysitter!"

"I do not understand," Loki said taking the card and ignoring Tony, "Why has the food be there for the both of us? I can buy my own, do you know? Ido have a job."

"Do you? That's why you were late!" Tony said drinking from Pepper's glass.

"I want to make sure that you will not sue him, actually," Pepper replied ignoring Tony's comment.

"¿Eh?"

"Tony is… complicated and idle. You can take it as a bribery."

"What!? Don't say that! You wanna sue me? Go ahead. I've got lawyers, you know? At least three of yours."

Loki would have liked to say that three multiplied by zero was still zero, but doing that would only help to hurt his pride. And well, Odin had got lawyers, however, that did not make Loki feel any better, so he remained still and quiet.

"I don't think that a big guy with a mustache and goatee combo in a tuxedo would be happy if you got sued."

"But I'm not wearing a tux," Tony said confused, Pepper looked at him with her eyebrows raised, "Oh, you mean him."

"Your fath—"

"Don't call him that," Tony interrupted her bitterly. Loki watched him with a sight of surprise before going back to watch the glass.

"Fine. Mr. Stark—" Pepper started and Tony looked coldly at her, making her to let a breath, "Mr. Howard Stark wouldn't be that pleased if he finds out that you not only decided to move with a guy he doesn't know, but also got sued by said guy."

Tony snorted grumpily and crossed his arms.

"I am sorry, Miss Potts," Loki interfered, "Is this truly necessary?"

"Well…" she answered taking the glass away from Tony, "Due to the fact that both of you have a deal, I can't do anything but support it if the both of you agree with it."

Loki was about to object, but he controlled himself. He was aware, there was no other option.

"Tony," Pepper called him, "Are you sure you want to live here?"

"Yeah," Tony answered. And it wasn't a lie, he still had things to investigate, anyway.

"And you are okay with this, Loki?"

Both of them stared at Loki and he felt the urge to punch Stark demanding for him to get away from his beautiful apartment and stopped polluting the air Loki breathed. Or the urge of flying to Norway and never come back.

Sadly, Loki was aware of the ability of going on with those options not being in his capacities.

"Ah, yes," He said at last with secure he felt not, hating how the world spun around money.

"I'll make a contract, then. One not any of you would be able to break, okay?"

"What if we do?" Tony asked making Loki to look at Pepper with some kind of interest.

"You would surely not like the outcome, Tony. Please, didn't you want to be treated as an adult? Then act like on, for your tech's sake, and don't you go around breaking contracts."

Tony looked at the ceiling. Why did he always say stuff that ended up being used against him?

"That would be all. For now, I would like to ask you to send me an email for being able to request the necessary data about you, Mr. Friggason."

"Of course," Loki answered coming back to reality.

"Next time you see me around here, I'll bring the contract."

"I can escort you to the exit," Tony offered standing up.

"I know how to get there. Don't you push yourself," Pepper replied with feign worry.

Tony felt the impulse to hit her or to say something. However, knowing that doing something like that wouldn't be convenient for him, he sat back reluctantly with his arm crossed.

"Thank you for your courtesy, Mr. Friggason," Pepper said before opening the door.

"Whenever it shall be needed, Miss Potts," Loki answered gaining a smile from Pepper, making Tony to question some things while he rolled his eyes and exhaled.

"Please, Tony, behave," Pepper said in a menacing tone of voice.

"Yeah, I will. I guess," Tony said supporting his back on the chair's backrest, "Don't let the door hit you."

Loki watched while Pepper crossed the door and disappeared closing it, without knowing what he should be feeling at the moment. Besides the necessity of punching Stark, of course.

His plan was to endure until someone else miraculously got interested in the beauty of the apartment and would want to live with him, but no. The assistant had to come to make a contract. So great! Now the plan to get rid of Stark was out of the frame. How painful.

"So…" Tony commented turning to Loki.

"I will head to my bedroom," Loki cut him standing up.

"Yeah, I supposed you were gonna said something like that," he said watching Loki going to his room.

Once inside, Loki closed the door. He took his cellphone and sent a message to Sigyn.

I think there is no escaping. –L.

Loki walked to his wardrobe and pulled out his pajama. He got the bottoms first and then he worried himself with the buttons of the top part, seated on his bed. Loki dragged his phone just by habit and got surprised when he noticed the notification telling him that he had got a new message.

Something you want to talk about? –S.

Loki freed his feet from the grey slippers and seated with his legs crossed.

I thought you would be sleeping. Please, tell me I did not wake you up. –L.

Loki watched the mobile application that told him Sigyn was writing her response until he got it.

No, keep calm. Remember what I told you about not being accustomed at the time change? I really meant it. –S.

Loki stared at the smiley face at the end of the message before writing his answer.

Have you try to drink milk with honey? –L.

We ran out of milk today. –S.

Loki was about to reply when another message took possession of the screen.

Anyway, what did you mean with your first message? –S.

Loki sighed.

The assistant of Stark came today, –she left the apartment just a moment ago- she will make a contract about the stay of Stark here. –L.

What kind of contract? –S.

Miss Potts said something about the fridge having to be full of full for both of us, when I asked her why she told me that I should take it as a bribery in order for me to not sue him, can you believe it? –L.

At least you got free food, right? –S.

I do not need his money. –L.

Well, perhaps I do. –L.

But only to pay the rent. –L.

Loki felt completely defeated. He could be in good terms with himself knowing that he needed financial help. He was no idiot, he knew that trying to cope with the apartment and his career by himself only could bring starving to death in a bridge as consequence. Or making him go back to the house of Odin. And he was not willing to adventure himself to know which one was worse. Yes, he could live with that; what he cannot live with and what made him hate everything was having to depend on Stark. He would have accepted the worst punishment if it was not because he was just too prideful to go back with his tail between his legs, accepting that was a mistake having left at first place. No, sir. That was not going not happen. He would not give the satisfaction of seeing him that way to Odin. Unless… No. Loki was not even going to stop to think about that.

The vibration on his hand made him come back to reality.

Is he the same as always? –S.

Loki rolled his eyes.

Do you mean arrogant, moron, persistent, stubborn, full of himself and narcissist? Yes, he is still the same. –L.

How much time have you been living with him, again? –S.

A day. –L.

How can you know it, then? Maybe he is not as he used to be. –S.

Loki felt a little bit betrayed. How could Sigyn be defending him?

I am sorry, which side are you on? –L.

Yours, of course. –S.

Loki wrote his answer with a frown.

Then why are you defending him? –L.

I am not doing that. How could I? –S.

What I am trying to say is that you shall not forget why you are there or why you did accept his offer. Do not concentrate on him, perhaps you won't even have to see him. –S.

Sigyn's response was accompanied by a smiley face that made Loki doubt between telling her about the library incident or letting it pass.

Yes, I guess you are right. –L.

I feel like there is something you are not telling me. –S.

How could she be so awake if it was around four in the morning in Norway? Loki probably would not be able to emit coherent thoughts had he not sleep the enough amount of time.

He approached me in the campus library today. You know he also is at MIT, yes? –L.

What did he say? Or did he just stood there? –S.

He tried to start a talk. It was really grisly. –L.

Loki shivered at the recall.

Uh, perhaps he wants to make things better? –S.

Yes, of course. –L.

No, he had asked me why I ' hated' him days before. Gods, he gives himself so much credit. Of course I told him I did know him not. He does not even remember me. Hel, he is even incapable of saying my name correctly. He is so annoying. –L.

How is that you hadn't told me about this before? –S.

It doesn't matter. I guess this is your chance to ignore him, don't you think so? –S.

Loki, really, I doubt it's worthy to concentrate so much in him. More important, how are things at work going? –S.

You are obsessed with my coworkers, yes? –L.

With your relations, actually. –S.

Yes, yes. I am trying. –L.

Loki smiled at imagining Sigyn's scowl, knowing she did not believe in him. He did appreciate the way Sigyn always worried about him and he would always be grateful for having met her.

I hope so. –S.

I think tiredness is beating me. Maybe is time for me to leave. –S.

Thank you for being around, Sigyn. I hope you have nice dreams. –L.

Always if you need me, Loki. Sleep well. Good luck tomorrow. –S.

It was the last message Loki received that night.

He stood and walked to the bathroom. Through Stark's door Loki could see him lying on his bed facing the ceiling with the tablet still on his hands and didn't give him importance.

Loki brushed his teeth and then went to the living room. He made sure of closing the door and the windows and turning all the lights off. Having done that, he walked to his room and turned his own light off. He crawled to his bed and covered himself with the blanket, rolling until he was facing the wall.

Ignoring him was just the best option. It could not be that difficult, right?

Loki closed his eyes searching for a way to fall asleep. An exhausting day would be waiting for him tomorrow, and the day after that, and those that followed.

Tony, meanwhile, was making a list of the things he'd brought from his former place and he fell asleep hours late, thinking about how he'd make Dum-E enter from the front door.

A/N: To anyone reading this: Why are you? Just kidding, thank you very much it you're here. This chapter is long but it doesn't make me really proud. I know, it was not that interesting, I've been having so many things in my lfe, but you're not here to read about my life, you're here for the fic! I promise things will get better, I guess. xD

I realized this is going to be a long fic, so if any of you wanted for a short thing, I'm sorry. But please, keep reading!

Now I'm on vacation, so maybe I'll be ble to update sooner~!

Anyway, thank you very much if you made your way until here.

A lot of frozen kisses and hugs!